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๐๐๐๐๐ Story ๐๐๐๐๐ Sudden Resistance After Gakupo confirmed that Luka had finished eating the fish and her mood had gradually settled, he stopped disturbing her further. He glanced at the clock on the wall and only then realized how late it had gotten. Today had brought far more than the usual amount of eventsโfrom passing by the shrine after work, to carrying the injured cat all the way to the vet clinic, and now to this momentโhe'd barely had a real chance to stop and rest. "I'll go shower first." He stood beside the sofa, looking down at Luka curled up on the soft cushion, his tone still even. Luka lifted her head, her blue eyes looking up at him. "Rest here for now, don't move around too much. The wound on your leg hasn't healed yet, understand?" Her ears twitched slightly, but she didn't respond, only looked at him. Gakupo thought for a moment, then moved the low table beside the sofa a bit closer, making sure that even if Luka stretched her neck out, she wouldn't knock anything off it. Then he laid a clean thin blanket beside the sofa, so she could pull it close if she felt cold. "I'll be back soon." With that, he turned and walked into the bathroom. After the sound of the bathroom door closing, the living room fell quiet again. Luka lay on the sofa, her ears still turned toward the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water came from inside, steady and continuous, occasionally accompanied by the sound of water splashing onto the floor. She didn't know what that human was doing. Just moments ago he'd been sitting nearby, preparing food for her, carefully touching the top of her headโand now he had suddenly vanished from sight. Luka lowered her head and sniffed at herself. Shrine soil, rainwater, grass, mixed together with the unfamiliar scents picked up along the way. Her injury had been properly bandaged, but her fur looked disheveled from having touched the ground. She tried to lift a front paw to groom the fur on her chest, but stopped when it tugged at her injured hind leg. She flicked her tail, uncomfortable. The sound of water in the bathroom continued for a while, then finally stopped. After a moment, Gakupo came out in clean loungewear, his hair still damp. He didn't head straight for the sofaโhe first picked up a towel to dry his hair, then took out a hair dryer and sat down not far from Luka to dry it. The moment the hair dryer's noise started, Luka's whole body tensed instantly. She lifted her head, ears pressed back, watching the roaring object warily. Noticing her reaction, Gakupo angled the dryer slightly away, making sure the airflow didn't hit her directly. "It's just to dry my hair. It won't touch you." Luka kept staring at him, her tail thumping against the sofa again and again, uneasy. Once his hair was completely dry, Gakupo turned off the dryer, put it away, and walked back to the sofa. "Come on, down for a moment." He bent down and carefully lifted Luka off the sofa, avoiding her injured leg, letting her body rest steadily in the crook of his arm. Luka didn't resist right away, only looked at him, puzzled. Gakupo carried her to a flatter spot of floor near the sofa, first making sure her uninjured leg was planted firmly, then slowly let go, and only stepped back a little once he'd confirmed she could keep her balance. "Wait here for me a moment." Luka looked up at him, her tail twitching slightly. Gakupo turned and went into the bathroom, took out a clean basin, filled it with an appropriate amount of warm water, and got a clean towel ready as well. By the time he carried the basin back into the living room, Luka finally saw the water. The surface rippled faintly under the light, with a clean towel set beside it. Gakupo set the basin down on the floor and looked down at her. "Right, the doctor said the area near the wound shouldn't get wet, and the bandage can't get soaked either." He paused, then added naturally: "So I thought I'd wipe you down a bitโjust clean the parts that aren't injured." Luka stared at him blankly. Wipe her down? Her pupils suddenly contracted, and in the next instant, every hair on her body puffed out violently, her back arched high, and her tail fluffed up all at once. "Meow! Meow meow meow!" She suddenly retreated fiercely, her front paws pushing repeatedly toward Gakupo, her cries sharp and loud, as if fiercely protesting everything in front of her. Gakupo immediately crouched down, not reaching out to grab her, just watching her. "Slow down, don't move around so much, your leg is still hurt." But Luka wasn't listening at all. She stared at the basin of water, her fur still puffed out badly, her mouth ceaselessly letting out cries of resistance. "Meow! Meow meow! Meoooowโ!" Only then did Gakupo understandโit wasn't simply that she disliked being carried off the sofa; it was that upon seeing the basin and hearing "wipe you down," she'd realized what he was about to do. "...You don't want to be wiped down?" Luka immediately answered with an even louder cry. "Meow!" She turned to flee back to the sofa, but stumbled because of her injured leg. Gakupo immediately reached out to block her path, without touching her. "Don't run, you'll hurt the wound." Luka stopped in place, her body lowered, her tail fluffed and curled against her side, still crying out in protest nonstop. Gakupo glanced at the basin, then back at her. "I'm not going to put you in the water." "Meow! Meow meow meow!" "I just want to wipe your body with warm water, avoiding the wound and the bandage." He tried to explain, his tone more patient than usual. "You won't get soaked all over, and I won't have you sit in the water." Luka's fur remained puffed, her ears pressed tightly back, as if she wasn't accepting his explanation at all. Gakupo didn't rush to get closer, only moved the basin back a little. "If you don't like the basin, I don't have to use it." He glanced at the clean towel prepared nearby. "I'll just use a wet towel. Just a quick wipe, it'll be over fast." Luka glared at the towel, a low growl rising in her throat. "Meow... meow meow!" Gakupo paused for a moment. "That's no good either?" Her tail slapped hard against the floor. He had no choice but to move the towel farther away too. "Alright, I won't pick it up for now." The living room fell silent for a few seconds. Luka's fur was still puffed out, her body pressed tightly against the edge of the sofa, as if the moment Gakupo took one more step forward, she'd flee instantly. Gakupo looked at her, showing no blame, no trace of impatience. He simply said, slowly: "The doctor mentioned that if you're too dirty, the area around the wound might get more uncomfortable. I just want to help clean you up a bit, not to bully you." Listening to his voice, Luka's gaze wavered briefly. But the moment Gakupo shifted his knee slightly, her whole body tensed up again instantly, her fur puffing out even more than before. "Meow! Meow meow meow!" Gakupo stopped immediately. "Okay, I won't move." And he truly didn't advance any further. The basin sat quietly on the floor, its warm surface gradually settling still. The clean towel had been placed even farther away, with nothing closing in on Luka. Gakupo looked at her, and finally let out a soft sigh. "...Seems like I need to try a different approach." He looked down at Luka, her fur still puffed out, his tone still gentle. "But I'll still find a way to make you more comfortable." Luka didn't relax because of this, still letting out discontented meows nonstop, her body still tense, as if the moment he got any closer to that basin of water, she'd protest again immediately. And Gakupo didn't try to bring her over again, only crouched beside the sofa, letting this sudden standoff continue for the time being. --- ํ๊ตญ์ด ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ ํญ ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๋ฃจ์นด๊ฐ ์์ ์ ๋ค ๋จน๊ณ ๊ธฐ๋ถ๋ ์ ์ฐจ ์์ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ธํ ํ, ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฉํดํ์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฒฝ์๊ณ๋ฅผ ํ๋ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ผ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ฆ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊นจ๋ฌ์๋ค. ์ค๋์ ํ์๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ๋ง์ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋ค. ํด๊ทผ ํ ์ ์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค๊ฐ, ๋ค์น ๊ณ ์์ด๋ฅผ ์๊ณ ๋๋ฌผ๋ณ์๊น์ง ์๋๋ฌ ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง, ์ ๋๋ก ์ด ํ์ด ๊ฑฐ์ ์์๋ค. "๋จผ์ ์ป๊ณ ์ฌ๊ฒ." ๊ทธ๋ ์ํ ์์ ์์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ ์ ํฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ ๋ฃจ์นด๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์ฐจ๋ถํ๋ค. ๋ฃจ์นด๊ฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ํ๋ ๋์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. "์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์ด, ํจ๋ถ๋ก ์์ง์ด์ง ๋ง๊ณ . ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์์ฒ๊ฐ ์์ง ์ ๋์์์, ์๊ฒ ์ง?" ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ท๊ฐ ์ด์ง ์์ง์์ง๋ง, ๋๋ต ์์ด ๊ทธ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ์ ์ ์๊ฐํ๋๋ ์ํ ์์ ๋ฎ์ ํ์๋ฅผ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ์ฎ๊ฒจ, ๋ฃจ์นด๊ฐ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ธธ๊ฒ ๋์ฌ๋ ์์ ์๋ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๋์ด๋จ๋ฆฌ์ง ์๋๋ก ํ์ธํ๋ค. ์ด์ด์ ๊นจ๋ํ ์์ ๋ด์๋ฅผ ์ํ ์์ ๋์, ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ถ์ธ ๋ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ์ ์๊ฒ ํด๋์๋ค. "๊ธ๋ฐฉ ๋์์ฌ๊ฒ." ๋ง์ ๋ง์น๊ณ ์์ผ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ ค ์์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ์์ค ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ซํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆฐ ํ, ๊ฑฐ์ค์ ๋ค์ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ์ํ์ ์๋๋ ค ์์์ง๋ง, ๊ท๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์์ค ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ํฅํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ณง ์์์ ๋ฌผ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. ๊ท์น์ ์ด๊ณ ๊ณ์๋๋ ์๋ฆฌ์๊ณ , ์ด๋ฐ๊ธ ๋ฌผ์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋จ์ด์ง๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ ์ธ๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌด์์ ํ๋์ง ์์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ๊ธ๊น์ง ๋ฉ์ง ์์ ๊ณณ์ ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋จน์ ๊ฒ์ ์ค๋นํด์ฃผ๊ณ , ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ ธ์ฃผ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ์ด์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์์ผ์์ ์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์์ฌ ์์ ์ ๋ชธ์์ ๋๋ ๋์๋ฅผ ๋งก์๋ณด์๋ค. ์ ์ฌ์ ํ, ๋น๋ฌผ, ํ์, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๊น์ง ์ค๋ ๋์ ๋ฌป์ ๋ฏ์ ๋์๋ค์ด ๋ค์์ฌ ์์๋ค. ๋ค์น ๋ถ์๋ ์ ๋ถ๋๋ก ๊ฐ๊ฒจ ์์์ง๋ง, ํธ์ ๋ ์ ๋ฟ์๋ ํ์ ํํด์ด์ ธ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๋ฐ์ ๋ค์ด ๊ฐ์ด ํธ์ ์ ๋ฆฌํ๋ ค ํ์ง๋ง, ๋ค์น ๋ท๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์ง์ด๋ ๋ฐ๋์ ๋ฉ์ถ๊ณ ๋ง์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ถํธํ ๋ฏ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํํ ํ๋ค์๋ค. ์์ค์ ๋ฌผ์๋ฆฌ๋ ํ๋์ ๊ณ์๋๋ค๊ฐ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ์ ์ ํ, ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๊ฐ ๊นจ๋ํ ์ค๋ด๋ณต ์ฐจ๋ฆผ์ผ๋ก ๋์๋ค. ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ์ ์์ง ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ์ํ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ณ , ๋จผ์ ์๊ฑด์ผ๋ก ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฆ์ ๋ค์ ๋๋ผ์ด์ด๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด ๋ฃจ์นด์๊ฒ์ ๋ฉ์ง ์์ ๊ณณ์ ์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๋๋ผ์ด์ด ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ธ๋ฆฌ์, ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ์ฆ์ ๊ตณ์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ท๋ฅผ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฐ์ง ๋ถ์ธ ์ฑ, ๊ทธ ๊ต์์ ๋ด๋ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ๊ฒฝ๊ณํ๋ฏ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฐ์์ ์์์ฑ ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๋๋ผ์ด์ด๋ฅผ ์ด์ง ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉํฅ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ ค, ๋ฐ๋์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ง์ ๋ฟ์ง ์๊ฒ ํ๋ค. "๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋ง๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ํํ ๋ ์ ๋ฟ์." ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ, ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ํ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ ํํ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค. ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๋ง๋ฅด์ ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๋๋ผ์ด์ด๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ์ ๋ฆฌํ ํ, ๋ค์ ์ํ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด์๋ค. "์, ์ ๊น ๋ด๋ ค์ ๋ณผ๊น." ๊ทธ๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ตฝํ ์กฐ์ฌ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ฃจ์นด๋ฅผ ์ํ์์ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ค์น ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํผํด, ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ชธ์ด ์์ ์ ํ ์์ ์์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ธฐ๋๋๋ก ํ๋ค. ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ๊ณง๋ฐ๋ก ๋ฐํญํ์ง ์๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ์์ํ ๋ฏ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ํ ์์ ๋น๊ต์ ํํํ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ผ๋ก ์์ ์ฎ๊ฒผ๋ค. ๋จผ์ ๋ค์น์ง ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋๋๋ก ํ ๋ค์, ์ฒ์ฒํ ์์ ๋๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ท ํ์ ์ ์งํ ์ ์๋์ง ํ์ธํ ํ์์ผ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ฌผ๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค. "์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์ ๊น ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค." ๋ฃจ์นด๊ฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ด์ง ์์ง์๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ ค ์์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ, ๊นจ๋ํ ๋์ผ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด ์ ๋นํ ์์ ๋ฏธ์ง๊ทผํ ๋ฌผ์ ๋ด๊ณ , ๊นจ๋ํ ์๊ฑด๋ ์ค๋นํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋์ผ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฑฐ์ค๋ก ๋์์์ ๋, ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๊ทธ ๋ฌผ์ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฌผ ํ๋ฉด์ด ๋ถ๋น ์๋ ์ด์ง ํ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์์๋ ๊นจ๋ํ ์๊ฑด ํ๋๊ฐ ๋์ฌ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๋์ผ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋ด๋ ค๋๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. "์ฐธ, ์์ฌ ์ ์๋์ด ์์ฒ ์ฃผ๋ณ์๋ ๋ฌผ์ด ๋ฟ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋๊ณ , ๋ถ๋๋ ์ ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋๋ค๊ณ ํ์ด." ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค๊ฐ ์์ฐ์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋งํฌ๋ก ๋ง๋ถ์๋ค. "๊ทธ๋์ ๋ชธ์ ์ข ๋ฆ์์ฃผ๋ ค๊ณ . ๋ค์น์ง ์์ ๊ณณ๋ง ๊นจ๋ํ๊ฒ." ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ๋ฉํ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ชธ์ ๋ฆ๋๋ค๊ณ ? ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋๊ณต์ด ์์๊ฐ์ ์์ถํ๊ณ , ๋ค์ ์๊ฐ, ์จ๋ชธ์ ํธ์ด ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํ ๋ถํ์ด ์ค๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋ฑ์ด ๋์ด ํ์ฒ๋ผ ๊ตฝ์ด์ก๊ณ , ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์๊ฐ์ ๋ถํ์ด ์ฌ๋๋ค. "์ผ์น! ์ผ์น์ผ์น์ผ์น!" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ฒฉ๋ ฌํ๊ฒ ๋ท๊ฑธ์์ง ์น๋ฉฐ, ์๋ฐ๋ก ๊ณ์ ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ ์ชฝ์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ด๋ ค ํ๋ค. ์ธ์์๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ธํ๊ณ ์ปธ๋๋ฐ, ๋ง์น ๋์์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฐ๋ ฅํ๊ฒ ํญ์ํ๋ ๋ฏํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ์ฆ์ ๋ชธ์ ์ ํฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ์์ ๋ป์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ถ์ก์ง ์๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. "์ฒ์ฒํ, ํจ๋ถ๋ก ์์ง์ด์ง ๋ง, ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์์ง ๋ค์ณค์์." ํ์ง๋ง ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ์ ํ ๋ฃ์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ ๋์ผ์ ๋ฌผ์ ๋ ธ๋ ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ, ๋ชธ์ ํธ์ ์ฌ์ ํ ์ฌํ๊ฒ ๋ถํ์ด ์์๊ณ , ์ ์ผ๋ก๋ ๊ณ์ํด์ ๊ฑฐ๋ถํ๋ ์ธ์์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. "์ผ์น! ์ผ์น์ผ์น! ์ผ์ค์นโ!" ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ ๊นจ๋ฌ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋จ์ํ ์ํ์์ ์๊ฒจ ๋ด๋ ค์จ ๊ฒ์ ์ซ์ดํ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ผ, ๋์ผ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ "๋ชธ์ ๋ฆ๋๋ค"๋ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์์ผ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค์์ ๋ฌด์์ ํ๋ ค๋์ง ์์์ฑ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. "โฆโฆ๋ชธ ๋ฆ๊ธฐ ์ซ์ด?" ๋ฃจ์นด๊ฐ ์ฆ์ ๋ ํฐ ์ธ์์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋๋ตํ๋ค. "์ผ์น!" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ ค ์ํ๋ก ๋๋ง์น๋ ค ํ์ง๋ง, ๋ค์น ๋ค๋ฆฌ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋นํ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ์ฆ์ ์์ ๋ป์ด ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ๋ง์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ง์ง๋ ์์๋ค. "๋ฐ์ง ๋ง, ์์ฒ์ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ." ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ์ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ์, ๋ชธ์ ๋ฎ์ถ๊ณ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ถํ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ ์๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ง์๋ถ์๋ค. ์ฌ์ ํ ๊ณ์ํด์ ํญ์ํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๋์ผ๋ฅผ ํ๋ฒ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. "๋ฌผ์์ ๋ฃ์ผ๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ ์๋์ผ." "์ผ์น! ์ผ์น์ผ์น์ผ์น!" "๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ฐ๋ปํ ๋ฌผ๋ก ๋ชธ์ ์ข ๋ฆ์์ฃผ๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์์ฒ๋ ๋ถ๋๋ ํผํด์." ๊ทธ๋ ์ค๋ช ํ๋ ค ์ ์ผ๋ค. ํ์๋ณด๋ค ๋ ์ธ๋ด์ฌ ์๋ ๋งํฌ์๋ค. "์จ๋ชธ์ ๋ค ์ ์์ง๋ ์์ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ , ๋ฌผ์ ๋ด๊ทธ์ง๋ ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ." ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ํธ์ ๋ถํ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ, ๊ท๋ฅผ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฐ์ง ๋ถ์ด๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ง์น ๊ทธ์ ์ค๋ช ์ ์ ํ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ด์ง ์๋ ๋ฏํ๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ์๋๋ฌ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ๋์ผ๋ฅผ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฌผ๋ ธ๋ค. "๋์ผ๊ฐ ์ซ์ผ๋ฉด ๋์ผ๋ ์ ์จ๋ ๋ผ." ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ค๋นํด๋ ๊นจ๋ํ ์๊ฑด์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. "์ ์ ์๊ฑด๋ง ์ธ๊ฒ. ์ ๊น ๋ฆ๊ธฐ๋ง ํ๋ฉด ๊ธ๋ฐฉ ๋๋." ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ๊ทธ ์๊ฑด์ ๋ ธ๋ ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ, ๋ชฉ๊ตฌ๋ฉ์์ ๋ฎ๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. "์ผ์นโฆโฆ ์ผ์น์ผ์น!" ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ์ ์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. "๊ทธ๊ฒ๋ ์ ๋ผ?" ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ธ๊ฒ ํ ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด์ฉ ์ ์์ด ์๊ฑด๋ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ์น์๋์๋ค. "๊ทธ๋ผ ์ผ๋จ ์ ๋ค๊ฒ." ๊ฑฐ์ค์ด ๋ช ์ด๊ฐ ์กฐ์ฉํด์ก๋ค. ๋ฃจ์นด์ ํธ์ ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ถํ์ด ์์๊ณ , ๋ชธ์ ์ํ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฐ์ง ๋ถ์ด ์์๋ค. ๋ง์น ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๊ฐ ํ ๊ฑธ์๋ง ๋ ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๋ฉด ์ฆ์ ๋๋ง์น ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ, ํํ์ง๋ ์๊ณ ์ง์ฆ๋ ๊ธฐ์๋ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋งํ๋ค. "์์ฌ ์ ์๋์ด ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ จ์ด, ๋ชธ์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ฌ์ฐ๋ฉด ์์ฒ ์ฃผ๋ณ์ด ๋ ๋ถํธํด์ง ์ ์๋ค๊ณ . ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ข ๊นจ๋ํ๊ฒ ํด์ฃผ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๊ดด๋กญํ๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ ์๋์ผ." ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋๋น์ด ์ ์ ํ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ์ด์ง ์์ง์ด์, ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ค์ ์ฆ์ ์จ๋ชธ์ด ๊ตณ์ด์ก๊ณ , ํธ์ด ๋ถํผ ์ ๋๋ ์คํ๋ ค ์๊น๋ณด๋ค ๋ ์ฌํด์ก๋ค. "์ผ์น! ์ผ์น์ผ์น์ผ์น!" ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ์ฆ์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. "์์์ด, ์ ์์ง์ผ๊ฒ." ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง๋ก ๋ ์ด์ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. ๋์ผ๋ ์กฐ์ฉํ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋์ฌ ์์๊ณ , ๋ฐ๋ปํ ๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ฉด์ ์ ์ฐจ ํ๋ค๋ฆผ์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ๊นจ๋ํ ์๊ฑด์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋์ฌ, ๋ฃจ์นด์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ค๊ฐ, ๋ง์นจ๋ด ๊ฐ๋ณ๊ฒ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ์๋ค. "โฆโฆ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ข ๋ฐ๊ฟ์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค." ๊ทธ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ํธ์ ๋ถํ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ์ธ ๋ฃจ์นด๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ, ๋งํฌ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ ๋ค. "๊ทธ๋๋ ๋ ์ข ๋ ํธํ๊ฒ ํด์ค ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์ฐพ์๋ณผ๊ฒ." ๋ฃจ์นด๋ ๊ทธ๋ผ์๋ ๊ธด์ฅ์ ํ์ง ์๊ณ , ๊ณ์ํด์ ๋ถ๋ง์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ผ์น ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. ๋ชธ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ๊ฒฝ์ง๋์ด ์์๋๋ฐ, ๋ง์น ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋ฌผ์ด ๋ด๊ธด ๋์ผ์ ์กฐ๊ธ์ด๋ผ๋ ๋ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ฉด ์ฆ์ ํญ์ํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ฟ ํฌ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ๋ ค ํ์ง ์๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ์ํ ์์ ์ ํฌ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ, ์ด ๊ฐ์์ค๋ฌ์ด ๋์น ์ํ๊ฐ ์ ์ ์ด์ด์ง๋๋ก ๋์๋ค.
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Gender: male, Age: 21 (university sophomore), Height: 186cm, Appearance: dark bluish ash gray hair, slightly long hair with bangs covering the eyes, pale gray-blue eyes, almond-shaped eyes with long eyelashes, fair skin, long limbs, model-like proportions, casual clothes, Atmosphere: gives a very cold impression when silent, taciturn, expressionless, inside a house with a cat.
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