Chemistry

The dawn has yet to dawn.

A seemingly small car left A Hospital and drove off a quiet riverside northbound road. Jungwoo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was a little surprised looking at the decorations inside the car.

‘Dr. Moon, your taste is surprising. ’

Flower handles on pink sheets. A cute character doll sits near the windshield clatters her head as she adjusts to the swings of the car.

Jungwoo glances at the Doctor's Door, senses her ice cold temperatures and quickly turns her head. Is absence of human aesthetics and femininity a different level of chemistry?

“Mr. Jungwoo. ”

Jung was slightly nervous as Dr. Moon, who was driving, suddenly spoke to him.

“Because of the special recruitment, I won't be able to look at Mr. Lim Woo. Some people might want to know about the hiring background. ”

“There's no choice but to live with that. ”

“No.”

“If not · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“You've got to keep your mouth shut. Mr. Jungwoo has the ability to do so. ”

It's not a loud roar, but out of her comes a sudden urge.

“Dr. Moon. I'm not familiar with the confidentiality section of the Terms and Conditions yet. All the facts about this contract are classified within the company? ”

“You have to protect her. Especially about AF-12. ”

“So, what would you say if a business class prospective student asked you how you know so much about chemistry as a professional researcher? ”

“Tell me you learned from Dr. Heaven. ”

“Heaven?”

“That's enough for KG chemistry. ”

Though it seemed like an important name, Dr. Moon stopped speaking and focused on driving. Jung instinctively thought that this person was the owner of the knowledge contained in 'AF-12'.

The car calms down again as the conversation stops between each other.

It was less than a minute ago.

Tyroric.

Jungwoo's cell phone rings broke the silence.

Jungwoo, who habitually pressed the button in the name of 'Lady Hong Ji-sook', said.

“Mom?"

Don't you think you should leave a message if you're not coming in? Do you live alone?

“No, it's not. ”

- Hey, Mom. If my brother was a bumpkin and speechless, he'd just drink himself to death and fall asleep somewhere. Do business once or twice?

I heard Mother's angry voice and her whiny voice.

- Jungwoo noodles · · · · hey, limited time only. My mom told me not to drink in a water bottle!

Hey, don't hit me on the back!

I set off the noisy sounds coming over the phone, so I had to look into the doctor's ears in case it got in.

“Mom, I'm on my way. Let's talk at home. ”

- Hey, hey, hey. Are you the only one working? You're acting like you're busy. Mom, we're going to open the restaurant door at dawn today, so eat your own food.

“Got it.”

Give it to me outside the recycling bin. There was a yard full of them.

“Okay.”

- But you're on at dawn. Jung Woo, you're not just a dog after drinking until breakfast, are you?

“No!”

Tsk.

The phone is disconnected.

After finishing the call, Jungwoo's expression was unfair. Dr. Moon asked me a question.

“It was a house. Never mind. Haha. ”

An awkward smile keeps popping out.

Yesterday, I just couldn't tell you that I was going to make money taking my medicine. She must have lit up her back trying to make sense of the Red Woman who doesn't know what a clinical trial is.

‘I can't say it like it is. For now, I'm just gonna go tell her I'm starting to do my job. ’

Dr. Moon's car stopped in front of the village where the villa and the single-family house were densely populated. Jungwoo turned his head to the driver's seat and bowed his head.

“Thanks for the ride. ”

“Mr. Jungwoo. ”

Dr. Moon handed out an envelope to Jungwoo on his way down.

“What is this? ”

“Clinical trial fees. I don't think I have time to give it to you. ”

“Ah.”

Boooong...

The car has left.

Jungwoo, who had checked the envelope for 50,000 won, suddenly realized what was happening in the hospital.

That's good, right? ’

The term stated in the contract was one year. I also took a quick look at the terms and conditions that if I don't get it right, I might get fired. Doctor Moon's attitude to negotiate is that the salary is high for a good reason.

‘If it's not going to be real, let's hold out as long as we can. ’

As well as I could, I would earn a monthly salary, but it wouldn't be much longer if I solved my mother's debt by opening a restaurant on a student loan.

Still, one side of me is proud because of the fact that I was fortunate enough to participate in the ranks of the society that wakes up and goes to work in the morning.

Jungwoo whistles and walks up the hill to see the house.

Kirik.

A yard the size of a palm greets Jungwoo as he pushes through the old gate.

A small but heartfelt duplex that has been alive since birth. In the alleyway next to the wall, I first learned cigarettes from a white male in the neighborhood, and under the street lamp at the intersection, I also kissed Silver Thread. We're all moving out and we don't even know what's going on.

Giggly-

The frightening wind blows and the gate rattles.

‘Phew, that's creepy. I need to sprinkle some WD on this. ’

Jungwoo opened the front door through the courtyard in a firefight.

“Mom, I'm out. ”

You push your head into the living room with lots of mudalang on top of the newspaper. I couldn't see her. Looks like the kitchen's out, too. He's already at the market.

“Chan!”

There was no intelligence in his room. I thought you went to school early after the end of the day.

“I can't tell you how much Albany has done. ”

When I came into the house and made sure that no one was there, I was a little empty. I thought it was a good idea to live in a small house, but Jungwoo stopped in front of Cheoling who was hanging in the kitchen chair.

“This guy is mine again. ”

Jungwoo killed Boon.

Normally, he would have followed the way to the end of the school and put his back into the gear, but now it's time for a change. Starting today, I am a mature worker, not a white-haired man who prepares for work.

‘Worker.’

When Jung thought he had to prepare for work, he smiled because he felt better on the road.

* * *

Monday morning subway line one was literally hell.

“Wait! Excuse me! ”

Jungwoo, who was swept away by the rushing waves of people, steps up on the train that had just arrived.

“Phew. I almost missed you. ”

I made my preparations right away, but I was a little late looking for a Buryburian suit.

‘You wouldn't have to notice with this style, would you? ’

It was a moderately expensive suit I wore during interviews. Jungwoo's gaze stopped on his sleeve as he refined his clothes using the subway window.

“Ana, the dust is still there. ”

After thoroughly purging, I accidentally grabbed the handle next to the door.

There was static electricity at my fingertips with just the sound of it.

“Holy shit.”

The pain was added because I was suffered in a daze. I can't believe you just swiped your palm over cotton in a dried subway.

Jungwoo breathes his breath into the hands that still have the stinging senses.

"Huh?"

Jungwoo's eyes were suddenly enlarged, with a gaze on his fingertips. Suddenly, his fingertips began to look enlarged enough to see the curvature of his fingerprint.

I feel like I have a high magnification microscope between my eyes and my hands.

[-] A number of translucent stars revolve around each other's orbit on their hands. I felt that the light was like a young dust cloud because the number was immeasurable.

‘It's not a virtual reality experience. ’

The dusty crowd wants to run away somewhere, but there's no way he can help but notice that his hands are reluctant to stay.

Once again, after grabbing the metal handle of the train, the group of dust that longed for freedom moved away without looking back.

‘Go, go. Don't get electrocuted just wandering around. ’

The dust particulates that climbed up the handle were scattered to the metal surface inside the subway. However, for a moment, empty hands began to gather like dust in the air.

"Are these creatures free of their souls? I'm just wandering around. ’

Although not seen by anyone, the act of talking to the free electrons itself felt like a madman, so I stopped the attention of Jung and threw my gaze out the window.

- This station is Jongno-3, Jongno-3.

The train has stopped.

Because of the transfer station, people poured out more vigorously than dust.

Jungwoo grabs the handle and leans to the side of the door to avoid being caught in a moving formation. In the meantime, I see clusters of dust tangling all over the subway.

There is an aggregation of charges in some men's hands that is likely to spark at any moment, and a dance son-in-law of free electrons that is likely to crumble when a woman's sweater is touched.

‘Yikes.'

I avoided the body I was warming up to just now because the static conflict was an envoy. It pushes you from the door to the passageway between the Khan and the Khan.

I started by figuring out the number of stations left because I could miss the time to go down if I stood too far.

Eight stops? I could dig up a few things. ’

Jungwoo, who was trying to grab the handle of the corner to balance on the shaking train, stopped. And then I snorted at the guys who stayed at my fingertips.

Do you think I'm gonna get beat up again? Get the hell out of here! ’

Jungwoo smashed away the massive dust splashes while grabbing people for a moment.

About a second ago?

The dust particulate that left his hand flew further inward as if it had been sucked into the cleaner. Strange flow. Jung turns his head along it and stops looking at the passageway of the train.

The first thing I found was the white back of the A4 document. Afterwards, a young lady looked at it diligently.

Her gleaming eyes, which suddenly shone beyond the document, looked so pretty that I couldn't take my eyes off her. All I could see was a small forehead and eyebrows, but my heart was radiant enough to beat.