Korean Hurricane Idol

This is a very simple kiss, lowering the head, the soft touch of lips and lips, and no other movements.

Some hesitant, some dry, some warm fiery.

In the darkness, she closed her eyes lightly, a radiance of moist water appeared quietly, her breath trembled long and long, she tried her best not to let herself cry out, not to let the bitterness she had been hiding all this time be exposed to this situation where a nurse might come over at any time. place.

The teardrops brewed for a long time, finally slipped down, and fell to the place where the two people's nostrils intertwined, turning into a touch of salty bitterness radiating from the taste buds.

This long-awaited kiss is not as shy as it was in many midnight dreams, and it is not as sweet as the occasional fantasy. It is just a faint impulse and a certain unspeakable longing. I just want to get closer to him. Some, like wanting to be closer to him.

She dared not do it while he was sober, because she wasn't sure if he would recoil from her approach, as he had done in the past.

In front of him, her reserve is not much left. Occasionally, when she thinks about it from the perspective of a bystander, she is really a shameless woman who still pesters him so knowingly that there will be no result.

She wants to keep some, as her dignity to be able to stay by his side.

"...I love you, An Junhyuk!"

The faint light in the corridor outside the door came in from the curtained observation window. Her lips were printed on his lips, and she said this to herself in her heart, as if she also longed for his response to be heard in her heart.

Self-deception, or weakness, whatever, at least in this moment.She feels very happy...

……

His thoughts were disturbed, his lips had been pressed together for about a few minutes, and the air was so quiet that he could almost hear his heartbeat.

She was reluctant to leave, she didn't know when she would be so close to him again once there was a moment of separation.Gently clinging to her, greedily sucking his warmth with his lips, suddenly, a pair of hands pressed the back of her head.Push her away slightly.

Tears welled up in Lin Xiujing's eyes. Seeing An Junhe who had already fallen asleep in a daze, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at her helplessly: "If you keep kissing me again, I will suffocate to death..."

It was unclear whether it was helplessness or ridicule, which made her wake up suddenly, hurriedly pushed his hand away and backed away, she forgot that she was sitting on the bed, so——

"what--!"

"Huh. Bang! Bang!"

A few seconds later, Lin Xiujing sat up from the ground clutching her forehead.Tears flow from the pain.On the bed, I didn't expect her reaction to be so big, and I was a little caught off guard. An Junhe, who stretched out half of his arm, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

In his smile, Lin Xiujing lowered her head in embarrassment, but after a while, she raised it again.Tilting her head slightly, she turned her face to him: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... to kiss you, I just... just..."

Tears slid down her cheeks, she didn't know if it was the residual pain on her forehead, or the throbbing pain in her heart: "...I just, can't help it..."

She just sat on the ground like that, wiping her tears like a sad child.I didn't dare to look into his eyes, afraid to read the feeling of regret from there again, afraid that he would look at her and say "sorry" lightly.

He said early on that they were friends.Friends would not kiss mouth to mouth like this, she surpassed the relationship between the two.

An indescribable uneasiness and hesitation filled my heart.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the little woman with a flustered expression below, An Junhyuk gradually restrained his smile and remained silent. Since the morning, his heart has been in chaos, about the present and the future.He didn't actually fall asleep just now, he just closed his eyes and recuperated, sorting out his emotions.

He wants to figure out what he is thinking in his heart, and he wants to change his concept of what he is doing now.

Maybe others can't see it, but An Junhe himself knows that he is actually a very proud, even somewhat conceited person. He has experienced the influence of dreams, and he has always placed himself at the highest apex, overlooking the world below from the perspective of God. Everything, watching myself struggle in the entertainment circle, watching myself intrigue.He has never been involved in it, and he has never regarded this career as the way he will always go in the future. For him, one day Chisu's legs will heal, he can dance and sing on stage, and he can realize his dreams under his support. Then that day was also the day he would retire after completing his career.

But what Zhixiu said that night told him that all his hard work this year had been in vain.

The younger sister said that she didn't want to be a star for a long time, and he believed her, Zhixiu would not lie to him, even though he was pretending to be asleep at the time.

The struggle he has been fighting all this time has so easily come to nothing. Normally, he can temporarily suppress it because there are too many things to think about. However, he was injured last night, and the sense of powerlessness in the midst of the brilliant heavenly power made these confusion and emotions that were trying to hide The weakness all burst out.

If you really don't like it, that's fine, he has always been decisive, and he can throw away the achievements he has made so far, and bring Zhixiu back to Busan.

But he found that he couldn't forget the feeling of being the center of attention, which was a bit contradictory to his concept - he was a fairly traditional man, in his eyes, the so-called celebrity was really not an honorable profession, with low status and meager income. Pay out of proportion.

In addition to the glamor in front of people, what is left behind the scenes?

Now I find that I really like such a profession that I used to secretly despise. The conflict of ideas makes him very confused, and many thoughts are entangled.

When Lin Xiujing kissed him, he was trying to face up to his heart. The sudden soft touch of his lips made his thoughts stagnate for a moment. At that time, he subconsciously wanted to push away. At that moment, he tasted the taste of her tears .

I don't know if it's an illusion, tears are very bitter and astringent, almost all words that are opposite to sweetness can be expressed with that bitter taste.

The hand that wanted to push back couldn't be raised anymore, and she simply let her simply put her lips on her lips, giving him the so-called "kiss"—although in his opinion, this kiss was more like her kiss. The ease of contentment with one's own suffering.

It's been too long. Looking back at this moment, half a year has passed since I met Lin Xiujing. I still remember the first time we met, it was in the KBS conference room. She sat silently on the side, looking a little cold and unreasonable After getting along for a long time, I realized that she is actually just a child who is older than him, but has a closed heart and some communication barriers.

After getting acquainted, she likes to cling to him, and he also treats her as a younger sister, until one day he realizes that her feelings for him surpass his feelings for her too much, and are no longer limited to friends, so he Backed away in astonishment.

It's not that he's shy about feelings, but that he deeply understands that he doesn't like Lin Xiujing, and this relationship is not just a play on the spot that he has experienced many times in his dreams.Being secretly in love with a girl, as a man, he naturally has a secret feeling, but that is not a reason to delay her.

He didn't love her, so he left, it was as simple as that.

It's a pity that he overestimated his rationality for feelings a little bit. Regarding the Tokyo matter and the matter after returning, he retreated step by step, but finally walked back to her. Even though he said, we are friends, but he knows that the relationship between the two After all, there has been a change.

Now he is gradually getting used to the days when she is by his side, gradually getting used to her gentle words and meticulous service, when she kisses the corner of his mouth and he tastes her tears, he suddenly thinks: If one day she leaves , what will happen?

There was no answer, only a moment of discomfort.

Men are really greedy and contradictory creatures!

Thinking so self-deprecatingly, he felt that it was time to do something, for this relationship that he couldn't tell whether he liked it or not, for Lin Xiujing, and for himself...

In the darkness, An Junhe stretched out his hand, "Get up, the ground is very cold."

He gave her his hand and pulled her up.

Lin Xiujing let him drag her in a daze, got up, and sat on the bed, at a loss for what to do.Not long after, she hummed slightly in the darkness.

"Well!"

The two of them stuck together again, the difference was that this time An Junhyuk took the initiative to hug her, and Lin Xiujing's heart beat violently in places where the light couldn't shine.

"In the past six months, the deepest impression is that you are always crying. When you were in Melbourne and Tokyo, although you would laugh a lot, the strange thing is that the impression of this is very vague. When I think of you, it comes to mind. Yes, you are always crying, pitiful, like an abandoned puppy."

Just when Lin Xiujing was at a loss for this sudden hug, An Junhe seemed to be lost in thought, and seemed to be a little erratic in his ear: "I always remember you crying so much in the street park in Melbourne. Weeping uncontrollably, I put on my down jacket, rubbed my red nose and eyes, like a fat penguin. I recalled the impulse when you hugged me from behind and said 'I love you An Junhyuk' on the streets of Shibuya And bravery... you don't know, every time I think about it, I feel more like a rotten person..."

Lin Xiujing struggled for a while, she wanted to tell him, you are not a bad person, I did it voluntarily, I know you don't like me, and you never thought of provoking me.

But his body was full of injuries, she didn't dare to use too much force, twisted a few times, then slowly relaxed in An Junhe's tight embrace, not wanting to say anything, raised her hands hesitantly a few times, Finally mustered up the courage, wrapped it around his waist, snuggled into his arms, and heard him say:

"Sorry……"

Such apologetic words made Lin Xiujing feel cold, her body stiffened suddenly, and then softened in the next moment:

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long..."

The wind and snow are flying outside the window, and the snowflakes hit the glass, leaving traces of frozen ice edges, and snow piles up on the edge of the window, which reflect the light of various colors outside and inside the building, converging into a The simple warm yellow reflects the outside of this ward like a picture scroll of a fairy tale.

In the picture scroll, the vague man and woman embrace each other quietly, just like this snowy night...