Life, Once Again!

“Hey, aren't you going? ”

“You guys go ahead. I need to do something. ”

“What is it? Help me? ”

Aram shakes his head. It's past 10: 00. You're right to send it before it's too late.

“Go inside. Good work today. ”

“I'll be going, then. Guys, let's go! ”

Aram leaves the auditorium with freshman year. Instead, I went home an hour early. Looks like we haven't found a gas station employee yet.

“Sunbae.”

The colonel turns away. I can see Ji-yoon standing still.

“Aren't you coming? ”

“I'm sorry. I have to go first today. ”

“Are you working? D, can I help you? ”

“Oh, no. I thought it might take a while. ”

“I think it'll be quick if we work together.... ”

“Yes, but.... ”

The horses' tails grow longer, and soon they are silent. Daemyung glances at Jiyun and laughs. We're together, but if we stay together like this, we're still nervous. Perhaps Ji Yun is the same.

“Okay. I'll go first, then. ”

“Uh, uh. Be careful.”

“You, too. Hey... ”

“Huh?"

“Can I call you at night? ”

“Of course.”

“Then I'll call you later. ”

Jiyun walked out of the auditorium with a gunshot while smiling. He looks at Jiyun until the moment the door closes and sighs for a long time.

“How did you kiss her? ”

It's amazing even if you think about it now. I don't think I'll be able to do it again. When I met briefly during spring break and was about to go back to the movie, I remembered the scene I saw in the movie, and when I woke up, I saw Ji Yun closing his eyes. Honestly, I can't remember what it felt like. Just as when I woke up, the contents of the dream were erased from my mind in an instant, the sensation of that moment floated away on the other side of my forgetfulness, like a lie.

Whew, he shakes his head. The romance book says a man has to lead, but it's not as easy as it says.

‘I think we can make it easier. ’

Floor girlfriend came to school. I don't know the details, but I think I'll be filming instead of Aram. I thought about whether Aram would be disappointed, but fortunately, he was not disappointed. Well, she wasn't hiding her emotions, so I was worried.

The floor and girlfriend grabbed hands without hesitation, even in front of everyone. The crowd was surprised but on the other hand had to see Ji-yoon. I was worried that Ji Yun was disappointed in the passive posture.

“... I worry a lot. ”

I left the auditorium talking to myself. I've never been more complicated in my life. Theatre director, relationship with Ji-yoon, and writing classes. I once watched a documentary on TV about the lives of successful people. A man came out from there and said, I have a higher level of mental satisfaction than play, so I don't really like to play.

When I first heard it, I thought it wasn't Korean. What's that supposed to mean? My mother gave me strength to follow that example, but I didn't even listen to her. Play and online gaming for themselves were more emotional satisfaction than anything else. It was the only way to relieve stress from studying or interpersonal relationships.

But now I can understand him somewhat. It's not that the game has become boring. I just realized that there's something as fun as a game.

‘Actually, even if the game wants to play, there's no time for it. ’

I am confident that I will stay in the game for three days and nights if I have the spare time, but I can't take the time to prepare for the school's homework, prepare for the theater, and even the homework given by my personal study and Bae Cheol-ho. You lost a little weight. A kilo, though.

The group comes to the container behind the school, unlocks the lock and goes inside. The stage background of the floor is set at an angle. I also made it well because my friend's hands are fierce. The group steps inside and pulls out their costumes. Anonymous trousers, hooks and skirts. You have to pay attention to the costume as it is an epic play.

“I just need a few stitches. ”

If the graduates left behind and there were no costumes, it would have taken twice as long to prepare for the play. Koreans saw costumes hanging in one corner. These were worn during the first and second grade. Some of them are handmade. I'm not too proud to think my subordinates will be useful someday.

With a tape measure, the measurements were checked, and the back on the right shelf was removed. The back made around Hanji had mold everywhere, so I had to look at my hands. I went back up to the auditorium with my clothes full of hands and my back. After placing your back against one wall, you extinguish the auditorium fire. I finished preparing with this. The rest will begin tomorrow when the floors and subordinates arrive.

I saw the time on my phone as I was leaving the school gate. 10: 48. It ended sooner than I expected. If you go home, finish your homework, and crawl into bed, this is the end of the day.

The crowd walking towards the stop turns. The destination was a convenience store. I ate kimbap with the kids around 8: 00, but I was already digested. The crowd thought it was cruel to endure a single line of kimbap. Although there is less to eat than before, the 'boating whale’ is still wide.

As I was looking at the new type of triangle rice and smiling happily, my phone in my pocket cried frantically.

I opened my phone thinking that there aren't many people to call at this time. Kwak Joon, it was a name stamped on a liquid crystal.

“Yes, brother. ”

- Where?

It is Kwak Jun's habit to take away all the ancillary words. I'm used to talking now, but at first I get angry and suffer from anxiety all by myself.

“In front of the school. ”

- Come across from the school.

“Yes?”

And the phone was disconnected. The crowd looks up and leaves the convenience store. As I was walking towards the far gate, I saw the car stopped with the light on in the path across from the school. A gray car. The crowd knows exactly who owns it.

“Brother, what are you doing here? ”

Gu Jun, who was in the car, gestures to get in without saying a word. The colonel sits in the passenger seat.

“Are you going to get mad if you go home late? ”

“No, it's not. ”

“Can I have two beers? ”

“Beer... yes. ”

“From now on, I'm going to see Pil-hyun. Do you want to come? I came to pick you up because he remembers you. ”

“Ahn Pil-hyun? ”

Kwak Jun nods. When I went to Bae Chol Ho's house on the winter break, seven out of ten were Ahn Pil-hyun. Late at night, the two of them always talked about the world over a chicken beer, and Guk Jun and the others were there.

“Can I go? ”

“If you don't mind. It's expensive to eat in places, so come if you get tired. ”

“Teacher, you must be in good hands. ”

“A silent movie scenario has finally been sold. I was having dinner with my boss the other day when I heard about you. It's nice to see during the day, but, you know, most writers, these are the main hours of the day. ”

They checked the time with a vehicle clock, two minutes before 11: 00. If it had been the same, he would have refused because it was uncomfortable and annoying. It's not just excitement anymore. I want to go home and rest if I think I should come to school tomorrow.

“I'm going.”

They wear seatbelts. In order to change, I have learned profoundly over the past two years that if I want to change, I have to act. Moreover, it is what Pil-hyun calls. I learned a lot from two people called teachers. He called me first, but I can't help it.

“Go eat and sleep in your apartment if you're going to be late. I'll take you to school. ”

“You can get up early and get on the bus. It won't be long from Seoul to Suwon. ”

“It doesn't make sense to kidnap her and not do it afterwards. ”

Kwak Jun left the car.

“But what would you do if you weren't at that school? ”

“I was going to your house. ”

“I wish you'd called me first. ”

“I see.”

Guk Jun lengthens yawns. There are no questions, there are no actions, there are no moves.

“You're tired, right? ”

He is usually a meticulous outline, but if fatigue exceeds a certain level, people become a little blind. I had seen Kwak Joon work on the manuscript all night during the holidays, but he still acted like he had halfway home.

“I'm a little tired because I've just come up from Busan after two days. ”

“Busan?”

“There's an author's office there. I tried to concentrate, but it's not good. It is a way to climb back up after just looking at the wall after writing one page. ”

“Why don't you go home and rest...? ”

“I can't fall for Sally's life. Go eat, drink, and you'll recover if you don't feel well. ”

It was Kwak Joon who opened his eyes shruggedly and turned the handle. He swallows his saliva and grabs the handle. Somehow it seems to be accelerating.

“Isn't the car a little slow? ”

“Oh, no! It's 140 now.”

“Oh, really? ”

It was just a line that slowed me down. The group sighs. I've ridden Joon's car several times, but I've never been this fast. I always feel relaxed when I'm riding next to him, but a little while ago, I stepped on Axel like a frenzied speedster.

After that, I sometimes went up the speed of 100 and headed toward it, but fortunately, it was a line that quickly slowed me down.

“Here we are. ”

The car stops. The crowd lives small, and you get out of the car. I left the parking lot and walked towards the entrance. Hanja is written on the front of the building, followed by Izakaya in English.

I followed him inside.

“Someone came first. ”

“What's your name? ”

“Kwak Joon.”

“Oh, yeah. Please wait. ”

While Kim Jun was talking to the employee, Daemyung raised his head. A wide hole is visible inside the glass pane. Everyone was there quietly drinking. Lots of couples, mostly young On the left is a long bar, but the guest is not seated.

Sniffing my nose smells like charcoal. The feeling of emptiness that I had forgotten shook.

“I'll take you to the second floor. ”

I followed the staff up the inside staircase to the second floor, which was in a separate room from the first floor. Anonymous bottles fill one wall and unfamiliar paintings hang along it. It looks like a landscape painting on the Japanese side. A long stretch of cloth passed through the room replacing the door and arrived in a private room with a closed door. You hear a sound coming from the inside. The man and woman were raising their voices.

“This voice, isn't it you? ”

“I think you're right. ”

Daemyung thanked the staff who turned around, greeted them and then stayed behind. Guk Jun slowly opened the door. The chattering disappears in a moment.

Pil Hyun sits to the left. It's not strange to have someone to be with. But who are the two women sitting on the right?

“Oh! Oh! Hey, there's the fat one. ”

Pil-hyun, a drunken drunkard, rushes in and grabs his cheek and shakes it. The crowd coughs slightly at the smell of alcohol.

“Come on! Let's sit down! ”

The group is dragged into a frenzy.

“Noona, who are these guys? ”

One of the two wives sat on the left and said,

Daemyung unwittingly took a closer look at him. I felt like I'd seen it a lot somewhere.

“My dear sisters! ”

“She's too young to be your sister. ”

He smiled at the woman who pointed at him. I have no idea what's going on.

“Let's have a son, then! That's not the point. Drink first. Let's talk after drinking! ”

It was Pilhyun who raised the glass over his head shouting at the whale. The group looks at Kwak Joon for help, but Kwak Joon is also halfway sober, raising his glass. Fatigue seems to have paralyzed his brain function.

"I don't know."

Daemyung also raised his glass.

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Lots of friends on diet.

Lots of them!

I'm usually doing my workout, but this is my thighs getting bigger...

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I don't think I'm going to miss my belly and thigh steak.

I don't want it to be your body. I want to be.

I'm just... full of desire to get rid of my roots.

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Let's all go on a diet!

Mwahahaha.

(I ate pork belly today.)

(Failed)

(HumanMale)

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I'm writing.

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