Devil's Music

Everyone sleeps at night.

Bottle-jun snoring sounded small in the other room, but he opened the refrigerator and drank cold water because he couldn't sleep by himself in a quiet late night.

Suddenly, I drank cold water, and the pain on the back of my neck trembled, holding the water bottle in my hand and holding it behind my neck with one hand. The pain subsides, frowning and closing the refrigerator.

Gregory's house, with no lights on but a 24-hour perimeter, has infiltrated the window of the garden and had enough visibility. When I came to the couch with the water bottle, I saw the sketchbook lying randomly on the couch.

‘But now I know, it's just my illusion…… Young Kiska must have always thought my mom would come back. But does that mean you know now... that she's not coming back...? ’

I sat with my gun wide open and looked down at the sketchbook.

“That's enough of the Bridge lyrics. But Verse lyrics are lacking. Eight lines doesn't mean you've expressed all of Kiska's heart. I wish Kiska had written more sentences. ”

I thought about it for a moment, and I put my palms together.

‘The lyrics that were rushed out are not true. Let's wait until Kiska writes something. I'll do what I can. Make it a song as soon as Kiska writes the lyrics. Let's make another Interlude first. Bass or guitar after that. ’

The headphones were plugged into the amp that connected the White Falcon so deep that the night focused on making an Interlude with the guitar.

‘Unlike other songs so far. This song is better off without a leaf. Let's make it the Interlude from start to finish. And then you blow up more emotions on the real solo part. ’

It was only when the night got deeper and the dawn brightened outside the window that I fell asleep on the couch holding the guitar.

The next morning, when Bottle Joon left the room yawning in the breeze and scratched his head and flashed on the couch while sleeping, he did not wake up for a long time.

Early in the morning, Byung-jun, who called Lin in China, came out of the garden and spoke in a low voice so that she wouldn't wake up.

“Director Lynn. I'm Chief Lee Byung-jun.”

“Yes, sir. How did you get to the States? ”

“Haha, I was really surprised yesterday. You knew about this, right? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Didn't you know? The gunman is at the house of the Red Mafia boss. ”

“Yes?? What does that even mean? The Red Mafia? The Russian Mafia? ”

“Ah... you really didn't know. Gun is currently staying in the home of Red Mafia boss Gregory Miochi. Thanks to you, I slept here yesterday. I think he'll be staying here for a while. ”

“I've never heard of it. Is it dangerous?”

“Haha, not at all. Rather, a decent bodyguard is safe enough to give you a business card. ”

“Well, that's good to hear, but I'm a little worried. Contact us every day to report in the future. ”

“Yes, Director. The reason I called is not only because the song that Gun wrote in this house is unusual. ”

“Unusual? Do you see any signs of a hit? The dean's ears are reliable. ”

“Haha, thank you for your recognition. Anyway, it's not fine, it's platinum. ”

“Really? If it's Ms. 's music, it's going to be pretty popular, but... do you have a demo? ”

“Nothing yet. It's actually a song I wrote yesterday. ”

“Hmmm… Right, let me know when the demo is complete." ”

“Yes, I understand, Director. ”

Byeong-jun, who hung up on me, yawned a lot. Bottle Joon, who had to call in the morning early in the morning because of the jet lag, was very tired from the long flight until he had to pee with tension.

‘Ahhhhh...... I need to sleep some more. Huh... huh? ”

Byeong-jun, who was outside the door in the breeze, looked at Kiska running from a distance, tilted his head and put his head inside the door and looked at the clock. When I saw the watch pointing to 9 am, I saw Byung-jun rushing back to Kiska.

“What brings you out here so early in the morning dressed like that? ”

Today, Kiska, wearing a pale pink dress and white shoes and a straw hat, was working hard to keep the hat from blowing in the wind.

Byung-jun stared blankly at Kiska, remembering that he was in the wind of his panties, and ran into the room in a frenzy. It is because even as a child, she was a woman and she was a guest in this house.

Through the door that Byeong-jun left open, Kiska, who looked around the living room, opened his visit widely with the face described above. Bottle Joon, who had one foot in his trousers in a hurry, fell in shock.

The coup d 'etang!

“Ouch, my crutch!! ”

Kiska sees Bottle Joon rolling around the floor with his expressionless face, then runs back to the next room and opens the door wide.

After seeing the sleeping matter in the bed, Kiska looks relieved and jumps over the couch and starts drawing with a sketchbook.

Bottle Joon, who was struggling with his pants, eventually tore his pants to wear, pulled out his new pants and went out and looked at Kiska with a silly look on his face.

I thought you said you used my room. You opened the case because you thought it was a room. Then why are you watching him sleep and playing by yourself? Usually at that age, kids come to play and wake their friends up when they sleep. ’

Byeong-jun didn't know that Kiska only checked every morning that the case was still in the annex.

Bottle-jun, who went to the kitchen, took off his head and asked to boil spicy Korean ramen, which he had bought for the case in Korea.

“Th-there. You said Kiska, right? ”

Kiska raised her head when she said, "Morning," while doing what she was doing without making a face. Keeping in mind what Kiska said about wanting to eat breakfast, she jumped off the couch and approached the bottle junction.

Little Kiska smiles, shaking her soup if she looks cute and wants to die.

“It's called ramen, gross! It's hot! You might not be able to eat it, so I'll give you half of the soup. What do you think?”

I glanced at the poppy ramen in the bag if Kiska looked unfamiliar. Byeong-jun looked down at Kiska like that and took the raw skin out of the bag and waved.

“I love this case. I love Kay. ”

Kiska responded to the case's name. When Byung-jun saw that the expression on Kiska's face was consistent, he tilted his head and said again.

“Kay."

Kiska's expression flickers. Byeong-jun smiled and began to dance with a strange face.

“If Kay likes it, if Kay likes it the most, if he can't stop once he eats it.”

Byung-jun said, clear-headed, remembering that she was the daughter of the red mafia boss, even though Kiska was so cute that she wanted to bite him.

“Ahem, am I eating the trend... anyway? I'll boil two, so don't say anything else. ”

Although Kiska was still expressionless, she continued to stand next to the bottle of ramen, boiling water, putting in the soup, putting in the cotton and releasing the eggs.

After a while, Rajon took a loaf of ramen with a Ixa fork, and he smiled and looked down at Kiska.

“It's done! Let's eat!”

Bottle Joon, who put on the oven glove and lifted the pot, sat down with the pot on the table. Even though he approached himself, Byung-jun, who stood there and sat across from Kiska, staring down at the pot, smiled as he held the fork in his hand.

“Try it. Delicious."

When she tries to roll the cotton like spaghetti into her mouth, she screams urgently, whistling ramen in a pot to make sure she doesn't get used to it.

“No! It's so hot, it blows like this. ”

Byeong-jun showed me a demonstration, and Kiska, who took a small, loving mouth and dried noodles, put noodles in her mouth and chewed dirt.

Kiska, who was looking at him with a single smile, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the pot.

Soon, Byeong-jun, who saw Kiska's face with a red face and sweating coccyx on his nose, grabbed his stomach and laughed.

“Kuhahaha!! I told you it was hot. Here, drink some water. ”

Kiska grabbed the water cup from Byung-jun's hand in haste and drank it. Kiska looks like she'll buy all the water she's had at once, filled with a glass of water to see where all the water is going in her little body. Then she lowers her fork to the table with a loud voice. Byung-jun looked at Kiska like that and said with a sorry face.

“I'm not teasing you. It's spicy for the first time. If you keep eating, it won't burn at all? Watch him eat. ”

Glug.

Glug glug, chop chop.

Even though the compliment of eating one began to be blessed, Kiska was just staring at him with a expressionless face.

I don't know if it's because of the smell of salty ramen or because of Bottle Joon's voice, but when the visit happened, I woke up yawning and rubbed my eyes.

“Uh, brother. Isn't this noodles? ”

Byeong-jun coldly smiled, holding his noodles with a fork.

“Yes, that's also Korean ramen. I bought it for you. Huhu.”

Gun rubs his eyes and strokes Kiska's head, looking at him, sitting on the dining chair.

“Hey, we're in Kiska. How did you sleep? You're having breakfast. Good job. ”

Gun looks at Byung-jun's fork and shakes his head and rises again.

“I have chopsticks, bro. ”

When I took out two pair of chopsticks from the kitchen drawer, I gave the chopsticks to Bottle Joon and started eating ramen.

Kiska, who was looking at the fact that she was eating ramen deliciously while sweating, twitched her finger and grabbed the fork again and lifted her noodles.

Byeong-jun, who saw it, was thin, but he quietly observed what Kiska was doing. I looked at Byeong-jun, who saw him eating ramen and eating ramen little by little.

‘Th-that can't be... right? Oh, my God, what am I thinking? ’

He was a bottleneck who was obsessed with eating again with tapping his head. The house smelled of hot and spicy noodles from morning to morning was filled with warm energy that did not suit the cold winter morning. The small breasts of Kiska, who was eating ramen with two men, also had a warm and happy flavor.

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