‘Eric’s words must be broadcast.’
There was no way Harry could miss the moment he expressed his feelings for Rami. Since ancient times, nothing has attracted people’s attention as much as the issue of men and women.
And just like that, when that night came.
There were people who gathered in the break room, and there were also people who gathered at the restaurant, the cafe in front of the dorm, or the dorm. Rowoon was in the break room again this time. It was fun to watch in many ways as it had the most participants there.
‘I’m curious about Rami’s reaction.’
To be honest, she wouldn’t be so welcoming to Eric. In fact, it wasn’t that she didn’t know Eric’s feelings until now, and despite that, there was a reason why she kept this distance.
And Rowoon didn’t want her to welcome him. Apparently, he had feelings for Rami to some extent now. The idea was so strange. The more I thought about whether I liked her or not, the longer I thought about it, the deeper I felt.
If she knew Rowoon’s feelings, what would she say? Will it be significantly different from how Eric sees it? No, maybe she harbors similar feelings. However, I was afraid that I would not dare to break the relationship between my sister and my sister, this friendship…
‘It’s stinky. Rowoon.’
Rowoon laughed inwardly. They said that nothing makes a person worse than love, and he was right. Rowoon was dumbfounded because he was amazed at how I could be obsessed with such a nasty idea.
While the man was admiring his discovery, the broadcast began. briquet. Piano duet. While each university was negotiating what song to play, Rowoon kept waiting for one scene. The scene where Eric and Rowoon express their feelings for Eric towards Rami.
But ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, and the scene seldom came out. And in the end, after about 30 minutes passed, until the airing of the piano part ended, Eric’s secret confession was not aired.
‘······really? You didn’t use it?’
There’s no reason not to use it, but Rowoon couldn’t help but be a little taken aback. Did the PDs not see the video? If so, I understand Because it was a scene that I could never skip.
However, fortunately, the PDs were not insensitive people like Rowoon’s concerns. It was when the violin section started airing. It was a time when the scenes of violinists working hard in practice flashed past one by one, and Rami stood out. The scene of people admiring Rami’s performance, the scene where the audience interviewed on the street praised the name Irami with thumbs up in front of the name, and the strangely celeb-like expressions of their faces as they passed Rami in the dorm… ·····.
Suddenly, the scene of Rowoon and Eric in the practice room was caught on the screen.
‘······This is it.’
The other students seemed a little puzzled as to why they had suddenly appeared, but not Eric and Rowoon. They knew what they were going to say now.
＜＜ Why don’t you say you like what you like? ＞＞
＜＜ ······Have you never said such a thing in front of Rami noona? ＞＞
＜＜ I have nothing to say about that. ＞＞
It was before their conversation was over. All the students who were watching TV together burst into laughter as they praised and booed. Rowoon glanced at Rami. Even for her, this was unexpected. An awkwardly stiff smile showed her bewilderment.
‘······Looking at that expression, there’s no hope.’
There was no sign of happiness or anything on his face. How can I rectify this?
And, it was the next scene.
PD asked.
— Do you have a crush on someone or a desire to date?
Rami seemed to be thinking for a while. And, he replied with a smile.
＜＜ If you want to do it, you can do it. But right now, no one cares. ＞＞
It was a friendly broadcast. It made Rami not even have to express her disapproval to Eric. Rowoon looked back at Eric. As if he had expected it, his calm expression was rather pitiful. Instead of saying anything, Rowoon looked at the TV. And, again, he remembered Rami’s words.
There is no one who cares.
she said so
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‘······Yes, that’s right.’
To be honest, it was an obvious answer. I already knew that Rami didn’t like anyone. Even if there was, it wouldn’t have been Rowoon. Because while dealing with Rami, Rowoon felt that she had never approached him rationally.
‘Still, I feel three inside.’
I wanted to think that Rowoon felt, that he felt from her music, that Rami also felt. And that feeling might have made her embrace something more than just friendship. I also had a heart that wanted to be so optimistic.
However, Rami’s interview clearly denied that possibility. It was a neat expression, and it was a rejection.
＜＜ And for now, to be honest, I want to focus on music. It seems like I’m trying to have fun again these days. ＞＞
While Rami was saying that on the screen, people turned their heads one by one to look at Rami and Eric. Jungwoo, who was by his side, glanced back at Rami and asked.
“…it finally exploded?”
“Don’t tell me. Because I am thinking about it.”
“Hmm.”
Jungwoo shrugged and kept his mouth shut. What are you thinking about? How can I easily deal with this situation? How should I treat Eric? Or are you simply going mad with annoyance at this ridiculous confession?
Either way it wasn’t bad. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a needlessly grown-up friend so agitated for his age.
‘This explodes like this.’
To be honest, Jungwoo was also dumbfounded. It was a story that no one in the conservatory knew about that Eric liked Rami, but it was because I hadn’t even imagined that Eric would express his feelings like this. Eric likes Rami, but lacks the courage. Because that was everyone’s idea.
‘Are you saying that no one is always in their place?’
That’s how the interest in broadcasting jumped to a strict place at all. Since then, their performances in the contest have attracted everyone’s attention several times, but somehow, when the broadcast ended, the topic they talked about the most was about Eric and Rami.
“what. Since when did Eric start liking Rami?”
“It sounds like an old story.”
“But you still haven’t confessed?”
“It’s a common story.”
“It is a sad story. it’s better Whether it works or not, it’s better to just end this quickly.”
“The problem is that it just doesn’t seem to work. Who would like to confess in front of the public like this? I don’t know if there was something in the original.”
“Hmm… is that so?”
“Besides, I like you, it’s not like that, it just leaked while we were talking. Ugh, I don’t like it when someone confesses to me like this.”
The direction of the conversation was roughly like that. Of course, there were individual differences, but everyone thought that Eric was only left with children.
“Ugh…”
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Rowoon’s residence. Heather sighed. I couldn’t say I was very close with Eric, but maybe it was because we were in a similar situation. Heather couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in many ways. she whispered to Rowoon.
“Why does he act like that when he confesses?”
“······Well, I think I was wrong for bringing up such a story in front of the camera.”
“It’s something you just have to deny. If you’re not going to deny it, take some action before this goes on air. It would have been less greasy if it had been. Why are you making love so foolish?”
“…Are you worried about Eric or are you annoyed?”
“It’s both.”
Heather shook her head.
“But I don’t know. I hate to do both. take care of it.”
“Why do you seem more frustrated than the person concerned?”
“Looks like it’s far away, what?”
“Never mind. I will do as you say.”
Rowoon replied in a sullen voice. Heather knew where the cause of the sullenness lay. So I got even more excited and glared at Rowoon, and saw that his gaze wasn’t looking at her, so I got even more excited and nervously slapped Rowoon’s arm.
“ah! what?”
“Never mind.”
“······ What does it mean to hit me and not care about it?”
“That’s all right.”
I heard that the guy who hit me was angry, and Heather was just like that. Rather, as if I had done something wrong, Rowoon looked at the pouting Heather as if he couldn’t understand. Normally, I would have tried to accept that erratic personality somehow, but honestly, I didn’t even want to do that now.
“Ha, okay. okay. I’ll pay attention.”
“…”
“No, why are you looking at me like that? After putting all of my temper to myself.”
“too much. really. sadly.”
“Why are you and I doing this while talking about Eric? I really don’t understand.”
“okay. don’t understand It just stays like that.”
“Hey, Heather, Heather!”
Heather walked away with an angry gait, leaving Rowoon’s call behind. If it was normal, I would probably have followed him. He might have asked why I was upset, what else did I do wrong. However, Rowoon sighed annoyedly instead of chasing after her. My head is still complicated, but why the hell is Heather doing that? It was incomprehensible to him.
‘Oh, I don’t know.’
Rowoon lay down on the bed in the room where Heather left. And I closed my eyes for a moment, and soon opened my eyes again, facing the dizzy world inside my closed eyes. It seemed to me that it would be more comfortable to look at the ceiling or at the corner of the window frame. I didn’t want to think about anything like that.
But even that didn’t help him completely in the end. In the end, Rowoon took out his Walkman. And I’ve been looking for someone who can give me the best advice for this situation.
[Why is that a problem? ]
And Liszt asked back as if he didn’t understand. Rowoon answered with a stuttering voice.
“No, that’s, uh… rather than a problem, it’s kind of like that. I would have expected it too, and I wanted to think that there would be a small, if not great, liking, but…”
[Yes, that’s right. Guess I was expecting But why are you so discouraged that it didn’t live up to your expectations? ]
“…Is there no need to be discouraged?”
[You didn’t do anything. ]
Liszt cut it off as if it wasn’t even worth reconsidering.
[Disappointment is not something anyone can do. It’s disheartening to do something when you’re approaching, doing everything you can to express it, but still can’t hold onto that heart. You’re going to be discouraged that the heart can’t be yours for free without doing anything? Do you have such a pathetic friend? ]
“…”
Hearing Liszt’s reprimand, Rowoon couldn’t say anything. It was a phrase that fit every phrase. Rowoon did nothing. Liszt’s words that he did not deserve to be discouraged were true, if a little painful.
“Then what should I do?”
[Do you want me to advise you on all of that? ]
“······No, well, if you do it, I’d honestly appreciate it. Of all the people I know, I think the person who knows the most about that is Liszt-sama.”