Life, Once Again!

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“That's all for today. Good work.”

The group hugged their laptops and greeted the boat writer, the author, and Kwak Jun. The three of them said they had work to finish later. As he climbed down the elevator, he kept staring at his laptop bag. The burden of receiving the expensive item, the joy of having the desired item, and the weight of the last story I heard while receiving this laptop turned into a small swirl in my head and chest.

The elevator door opens with a hiss. As I walked down the porch stairs past the short corridor, I noticed a little bird standing Odocani in the parking lot in front of the apartment. The bird whining its head as if it were feeding, soon flew to the sky. A line of sentences popped up in the head of the crowd watching the bird disappear into a dot. Let's write something good with this notebook.

I carefully locked my laptop bag in the bag on my back. My chest is hot with an unknown heat. I still want to spread out and write on this asphalt right now. I can't think of anything to use. I just wanted to write something vaguely.

“Uh, the floor. ”

I'm leaving Seoul.

“I'm still in Seoul. ”

- Great, then let's have dinner. You haven't eaten, have you?

“Yeah, but is there an ark next to it? I think I hear voices."

You hear a slight noise and hear the voice of the ark over your phone. It is always strong and loud.

- Sunbae!

“The Ark has been hit. Let's go eat together. ”

I'll be waiting for you.

“Okay, I get it. I'll be right there.”

Let me put you on the floor.

Flooring answered the phone.

- Remember that house we had last time? Where I had stir-fried meat.

“I remember. It was delicious. ”

Do you remember how to get there?

“I remember roughly. If you don't know, I'll call you. I know where to get off."

The person who hung up his phone spewed out briefly and moved on. It is true that I was frustrated because I heard a heavy or scary story, but my desire to focus on this work more equally to him rose.

I couldn't have imagined it if I was myself. If it was Park Hyung-myung from elementary school and middle school, it would have been hard to even meet people. If school was the only joy, and vacation had been a paradise and started high school as usual…….

‘I'd be sitting in my room right now. ’

The situation of being branded and ridiculed by a humble person, and the intensity of ridicule due to appearance and body type is getting worse and later ignored and the money is taken away. When I was just in high school, I believed that I could not be different. He believed he was beyond help. I knew that anyone who talked to a guy like me would have a plan. It was the extreme of self-loathing, the end of disbelief.

When I tried to start my life again for three years, digging deep into a deep cave, breaking up my relationship without looking back, cursing at being alone, and relieving myself of being alone. It was like salvation. It was a moment to say goodbye to elementary school and middle school that I was sick of.

‘This story. ’

The walking colony stands as if it were a stuffed wall. Then I pulled the notebook out of the cowardly bag and opened it up. I tried to write against the wall of the building, but then I got down on my knees and started writing. I felt the passersby staring, and I felt ashamed as if my face was going to burst, but I didn't want to miss a clue in this moment. Turning around, you quickly write down the story that seems to be scattered and fading. I sighed deeply at the crudity of the words that came to my mind, but now I care about capturing the story itself.

“What are you doing? ”

“I don't know.”

Girls who look the same age are passing by. After taking down the final vowel, Daemyung quickly rises from his seat. I saw the person I was watching before, and he ran out of the street, covering his face with a notebook. I passed the stop in front of me and got on the bus to the next stop. Sitting on the pavement, writing letters. It's unimaginable.

‘Still.'

He grips his notebook tightly in a wobbly car. The more I wrote the script, the more I felt sorry for myself. The story that I started talking to Min-tae was somewhat refined with his advice. However, as I approached the last dot, something seemed to be missing.

And a moment ago, I realized what it was.

‘My story. ’

A story that is trivial and boring, but that I know and empathize with best. Although it is not a story that you can introduce to others nicely, it would be more enjoyable than any writing I have ever done if I made this story a script by pressing down one letter.

“Let's hear it. ”

I promised Doo-roo and Min-tae. Let these three put on a show someday. Yoon Min-tae from Seonbae University, Choreography Park, and Stage. I would be delighted if I could complete this story and play it.

I got off the bus excited. This is where I've been to the floor before. Along this road is a path where PC rooms and karaoke rooms converge, and if you go around the alley....

“Huh?"

He took his eyes off the notebook and looked straight ahead. In front of her, there was a yellow dyed child standing beside her head. The moment I looked at his face more closely to see if he knew who he was, the colonel remembered his name.

“What? Why are you suddenly stopping? ”

“What?”

At that time, other children came to my side. Two girls and two boys. The girls didn't know, but the three boys knew too well.

“It's Park Dae Nam. Hey, you're fat, right? ”

“You've lost weight. It's still chubby.”

“Hey. Nice to meet you. ”

The crowd staggers backwards. They were in the same class in the third grade of middle school.

As the nightmare-like time was about to revive, he felt the texture of the notebook in his hands. I felt the weight of the notebook on my shoulder.

“It's been a long time, man. ”

He was the one who approached and shoulder to shoulder. The tension imprinted on the cells revived over time. They approached me like this, teased me and harassed me, and they took my money. My heart seems to be beating freely. It's not weird to stop for a second like this.

“Who is it, friend? ”

“Yeah, a friend from middle school. ”

The girls approaching stare at me. The group notices and steps forward. The arm that rests on your shoulder falls out naturally.

“I'm going out. ”

In the tension of bloodshed, the public says only a word. If it were the same, I wouldn't even be able to say this. The legs are still shaking.

“Hey, where are you going? It's been a long time. How are you? ”

As expected, they were catching again. I can see the girls standing next to me smiling strangely. A childlike eye that discovers play. I was bored with the look on his face.

“Daemyung.”

“Huh, huh? ”

“It's been a long time. Buy me something delicious. He's our friend.”

A bitter smile pierces my eyes. He closes his eyes tightly. I have money. I have some allowance left. I'll just give it to you like I did in middle school. Well, that's the most convenient way. If I give them money with a slight bend in my pride, they will end up beating me with one blow. It was when I put my hand in my pocket and tried to take out the $10 bills that folded my tailfeathers.

- Don't eat my flesh.

I suddenly remembered what he said. The words seem to bind his hands tightly.

“I'm sorry, I don't think so. ”

“What? You don't have any money? ”

“Oh, no... but there is. ”

“But?”

“I'm sorry. I can't. ”

You gently spray your hand on the notebook and push the child on his shoulder. The child's free hand makes a mockery.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh, huh? ”

“Park Dae Nam. What are you doing? ”

He looks contemptible. He looks at her for the first time. Suddenly, I thought I finally knew the face of the child who had been torturing me for a year.

Then his face distorted. The same was true of those standing next to you.

“You're crazy, you bastard. ”

He grabs the collar and drags it into the alley. Daemyung smiled for some reason, even in that situation.

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“... It hurts. ”

My cheeks hurt a little.

When I was dragged into the alley and slapped, my mind flashed and I panicked again, but soon I calmed down. My legs didn't tremble. Rather, when I looked closely at the children chattering in front of me, I thought strangely like this. This is what the characters say.

Somewhere along the way, he said, "What the hell?” I heard a loud voice. The children surrounding him fled in a panic, and the crowd was able to escape the alley safely.

Hands on the ball and turned left after two blocks. You can see the shop on the right, just up the slope a little.

“Hello?”

There was a floor in front of him.

“Why are you out here? ”

“I just got here, too. Is it rotten? ”

He quickly lowers his hand around the ball.

“Well, just... Come on, let's go inside. I'm hungry.”

“Yes. Let's eat first. ”

It was a floor that suddenly accompanied me. The colony blinks and looks up at the floor.

“Let's eat. ”

“Uh, uh. ”

The floor opens the shop with a smile. Inside, there was a shop owner who sat with a bothersome face.

"Why are you here again? I heard you live in Suwon. Why do you bother crawling all the way out here to eat?"

"Your food is delicious. I want three beef stir-fried beef jerky."

The shop owner kicked his tongue and went into the kitchen. Funny guy. He'll whine and do anything for you. You hear the sound of roasting meat in the kitchen. While the food was being prepared, he carefully handed out his writing to the floor.

"I used it for a while, but I was wondering if I could change the story to this."

The floor receives a notebook and starts reading it with a crooked jaw. The writing is short, so it won't take long.

"Hey, Daemyung."

"Huh?"

"Did you use it while being chased? The writing will fly to the sky."

"Well, there is such a thing. So, what do you think?"

"No, I like it. Is this about you?"

"Huh."

I was ashamed, but I was answered.

"Then there's no problem. You wrote the script anyway."

The floor gives out a notebook. The colony is at peace. It makes me feel better to hear that it's good for my best friend.

"It's really because of you."

I didn't even know what to say.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well...... If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in theater right now and I'd be treated like a weird kid in class. So thank you, anyway."

"Geez, hey. He doesn't change, no matter what he does next to him. You're playing, and you're writing because you want to change. Not because of me."

It was a mouthful that made my lips flutter like it was disgusting. The crowd smiles at him.

"But what about the ark?"

"I had some urgent business to attend to."

"Something urgent?"

"Never mind."

Just when rice and beef stir-fried came out.

"Let's eat first."

"You said you were away for a while. When the Ark comes, we'll eat together."

"Ehey, eat it first. The Ark is strong. She doesn't have to eat this."

The floors that urge you to eat while picking up the spoon were already a hassle. It's delicious. It's why people crowd around at night. It was time to tell the floor in front of me that it was delicious. He could see the fearsome floor with a bowl of rice.

"Thank you."

"Ver, already?"

"Oh, Daemyung, I'm eating here for a while. He'll talk to you."

"Where are you going?"

I asked the floor to stand up, but the floor just told me to stay and then I left the store.

"I don't want to talk to you."

The shop owner who was watching TV next door said. When I was in an awkward atmosphere, the shop owner shrugged and sat on the floor where the floor was sitting.

"Eat."

"Yes?"

"Oh, eat it."

"Yes!"

I quickly shoved rice in my eyes. The shopkeeper said as he was leaving a few minutes like that.

"Is it good?"

"Yes, yes. Delicious."

"Really?"

A storekeeper jumps into the kitchen. Soon I heard the sound of roasting meat again. He scratches his head, alternating the kitchen and the entrance. I have no idea what it is.

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Saturdays make me drowsy.

Legendary Saturday Soldier!

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

Finished by: Pharynx