"call"

Kim Jong Kwon looked at the newly released song with satisfaction, "It's really impossible to stop the inspiration when it comes."

I silently wrote the name of this song, "Like Being Shot", a very strange name, but Kim Jong-kwon felt that there was nothing more suitable than this one.

‘I don’t know if Ji In Nuna will like it, is it a bit too sad?’ Kim Jong-kwon was a little inexplicably unconfident. Although he has written many songs, he has never published them. I don’t know if he will be recognized by others. In addition, the shadow of his failure in SOLO’s debut made him not very confident in music.

‘Forget it, I don’t care. I’ve tried my best. Let me tell Sister Ji Young about this good news first. I haven’t contacted me for so long, so I won’t remember me anymore.’ When Kim Jong-kwon thought of this, he immediately took out his phone and dialed Bai Ji Young’s number.

"Yo not?"

"Yobu Busai, Ji Yin Nuna, do you still remember me? I am Kim Jong Kwon. Last time there was Ji Seung Brother, so let's drink together." Kim Jong Kwon said hurriedly, listening to the uncertain tone on the phone.

"Oh Mo, is it really Zhong Quanxi? I ​​haven't contacted Nuna for so long. Should I go out for two drinks later?"

Bai Ji-young is worthy of being Bai Ji-young. Although he hasn't been in contact for so long, he doesn't feel unfamiliar at all. However... there is no one who asks for someone to drink when they call.

"Nuna, let's forget about drinking first. Next time, call you this time. I've written the song for you. Let's find a place to meet you."

Bai Ji-young on the other end of the phone was a little silent. After so long, Bai Ji-young had long forgotten about this, or Bai Ji-young didn't take it seriously at all, and he didn't believe that Kim Jong-kwon could write any good songs for her.

The words I said at that time were more like venting and drunken nonsense. Unexpectedly, Kim Jong-kwon kept in mind and really wrote them out to her. This kind of care made Bai Ji-young's chest blocked.

"Nuna?" Kim Jong-kwon didn't hear the reply, looked at his phone in confusion and asked again.

"Oh, ah, that's it, come to my house. Let you taste Nuna's craftsmanship, the address is XXXXXXXXXXXX" Bai Ji-young suppressed his emotions and decided secretly that no matter what the song he gave her later, she would publish it in the next album. I have to say that women are emotional animals.

"Okay, Nuna, I have to try Nuna's skills later. I'm very picky about food. If it's not delicious, I won't give Nuna the song." Kim Jong-kwon agreed without hesitation.

"No problem, if it's not delicious... I'll order takeout for you. Haha." Bai Zhiying's hearty laughter came from the phone.

After 30 minutes, the doorbell sounded, "Ding Dong"

"Here, Jong Kwon, you sit for a while, and it'll be fine soon." Bai Ji-young took the fruit and meat brought by Kim Jong Kwon. He had no intention of being humble at all.

Kim Jong-kwon walked to the sofa and sat down, looking around.

The house of about 80 square meters is not small. The simple decoration style only has two colors of black and white, but it does not look serious, but gives people a very generous feeling. A simple summary is that it is refreshing and atmospheric. It is very consistent with Bai Zhiying's temperament. In addition to the three refrigerators placed in the living room...

Kim Jong-kwon looked speechlessly at three refrigerators with different styles in the living room, with a black thread. This sister wouldn't really buy a refrigerator specifically for the bar...

After about half an hour, Bai Zhiying put all the prepared dishes on the table. One sweet and sour pork ribs, one fried rice cake, a bowl of soy soup, a box of spicy cabbage and a large pot of bibimbap...

Kim Jong-kwon looked at the table of dishes that looked very good, and couldn't help but move his index fingers. He just waited for Bai Ji-young to start dinner.

"Oh, by the way, this is still missing." Bai Zhiying suddenly remembered something, walked towards the three refrigerators and opened the one in the middle. When she opened it, she saw that it was filled with beer and neatly placed inside...

Kim Jong Kwon looked speechlessly as Baek Ji-young came over with a lot of beer. He once again praised this sister's nerves!

"Now is the right time to drink beer. Come and do one first." After Bai Ji-young said that, he ignored Kim Jong-kwon, opened a can of beer, raised his head and drank it down.

"Ha! It's great!"

Kim Jong-kwon looked at Bai Ji-young who had finished drinking a can and stared at him. There was no way, so he learned to open a can and poured it down.

When Bai Ji-young saw Kim Jong-kwon finishing his blowing one, he nodded with satisfaction and asked Kim Jong-kwon to eat. At this time, he saw Kim Jong-kwon as if I was possessed by me. The chopsticks used a afterimage, and half of the ribs were gone.

When Bai Ji-young saw that it was not good, he would disappear if he didn't eat it. He also put down his master's reserve and joined the cause of snatching food. After a feast, Kim Jong-kwon threw down his chopsticks with a full meal.

"Hire~ Nuna is really skilled. It seems that she will come to eat frequently in the future." Kim Jong-kwon picked her teeth while touching her bulging belly.

"Oh, don't come again. If you come a few more times, Nuna will be eaten by you and go bankrupt." Bai Ji-young looked at Kim Jong-kwon with laughter and crying, "I eat so much, I'm giving you face."

"Don't worry, Nuna, I'm there. I promise Nuna that you want Nuna to sweep the entire song world!" Kim Jong-kwon, who was full, lay lazily on the ground, without any persuasion.

Bai Zhiying "..."

"Give it, Nuna, you can see it. I have always remembered what I promised you." Kim Jong-kwon took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Bai Ji-young frowned and opened it, soothing it, and looked at it seriously. 'Like I was shot' Bai Ji-young first read the title of the song, and it felt very strange, not like the name of a song. But although he thought Kim Jong-kwon could not write any good songs, he was very dedicated after all, so he continued to watch it.

Bai Zhiying looked at the lyrics and felt that every word in the song was about herself. She couldn't help but look at the score and hummed intermittently.

As I sang, when I sang "The heart broke a hole and couldn't make up for it, so it hurts even more painful than death." I couldn't help it anymore, and tears flowed down my face, threw away the song, hugged my head with both hands, and cried loudly.

Kim Jong-kwon silently picked up the song and gently wrapped it around her shoulder. Seeing Bai Ji-young crying like a child, he felt sad.

No matter how strong he is, Bai Zhiying is always a woman. A fragile woman has really paid too much to withstand such a great deal of pressure today.

"Cry, Nuna, just cry. If you have a handsome guy like me to lend it to your shoulders, why don't you cherish it quickly?" Kim Jong-kwon comforted her after the crying of Bai Ji-young gradually weakened.

"Puchi" Listening to Kim Jong-kwon's narcissistic words, Bai Ji-young burst into tears and laughed. After venting, Bai Ji-young felt much more relaxed.

As generous as Bai Zhiying was a little embarrassed at this time. She didn't feel much drunk last time. This time she cried like this in front of her younger brother who had so many, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Did you really write this song? It's too... it's really too..."

"It's incredible, right?"

"Well, there's no other meaning, it's just that the feelings expressed in this song are too strong, not like you can experience them at your age." Bai Ji-young felt a little embarrassed about doubting Kim Jong-kwon.

"Actually, this song was written for you, Ji In Nuna. Since I heard about you, I have suppressed a feeling in my heart. It was not until recently that this song was released. So it is better to say that this song was written by me, but I helped Nuna restore this 'story' and express it." Kim Jong-kwon answered seriously.

"Thank you, Zhong Quan, really, thank you so much." Bai Zhiying became more and more moved after hearing this.

"It's nothing. As long as I come and have a free meal in the future, Nuna will do it if she doesn't drive me away. Nuna has the highest skills!" Kim Jong-kwon deliberately looked greedy.

"No problem, when will I want to eat Nuna's dishes in the future? Just a phone call." Bai Zhiying knew that he was deliberately making a light and calm look, but she was afraid that she would feel burdened and was even more grateful.

"We also ate here in Nuna tonight. Today we don't get drunk and don't return. That's it. I'll go buy vegetables now. What do you like to eat Zhong Quan?"

Seeing how Bai Ji-young was busy, Kim Jong-kwon knew that she wanted to thank herself. Even if all she could do was insignificant, she wanted to express her inner gratitude and excitement to Kim Jong-kwon in this way. So Kim Jong-kwon did not stop anything, but instead cooperated and ordered a lot of what he liked to eat.

‘Sorry, Brother Ji-seop, you have no good fortune, hahahaha.’
Chapter completed!