Poten

Inside a bespoke suit shop in Seochon.

The Stylon Channel ‘Gentleman's Quality’ MC Lee Jung-rook pointed to mannequins that had just been set up by experts.

“This is a common style that professionals often see on the streets. What do I need to add to this setting to make it look like a cliché? ”

In this question, three of the cast's gazes turned towards mannequins in suits.

“I don't know. Am I you? It's just a dull outfit, so I think a tie would be better if it shined more glamorously than anything else. ”

The gagman imperial affair is over. Jinkyu, also known as a well-dressed wrapper, glanced at Minho while looking at the suit. And I replied quickly.

“That's right, Carla. Half the Korean suits are orange. Isn't it obvious that viewers, too, don't buy factory-like pictures of the employees of gentlemen's clothing stores being deceived by their aphorisms? Even at the cost of tailoring, I wear it for my own body. This is important. The suit is lifelike. ”

Jinkyu smiled satisfactorily and looked back at Minho. In Jinkyu's eyes, "I point out the big stuff, so you don't have anything to say. ’I felt confident. In‘ The Smart ’, there is no reason to be pushed by Kang Min Ho in men's fashion professionals like the living room even when they are broken.

“What about Minho?”

Minho slowly opened his mouth to Lee Jung-rock's question.

“You both have a point. ”

Minho approached the mannequin and touched his tie.

“Blue isn't bad for me. She's calm, she's resourceful. ”

From the beginning, one of the royal ceremonies, who was not confident, laughed, "Hehe." On the contrary, Jinkyu walked away as if he had waited.

“You have to be good at fitting in. What a fortune. The clothes are dull, so you might want to add a touch of glamour. ”

“Not everything shines gold. ”

“What did he say?”

Minho turned to the MC.

“Jung Rok, can I touch this myself? ”

Lee Jung-rook, who was feeling a different sensation throughout the broadcast, nodded with an anticipated look. Jinkyu snorted as Minho touched her clothes.

“You think you're gonna mess with me? ”

The order of pointing out the problem will be followed by the hands of experts who are waiting for it, so it is best to just say what is right here. Jinkyu shakes her head at this thought and watches Minho's actions.

Minho smiled with conscious gaze.

“I thought I'd show it to you myself. It's not a perfect fit, but I'm going to change it to a semi-finished format. ”

In Minho's hand, which explains the camera, the skilled technique of handcuffing the liver with Pinman was unfolded.

Align the shoulder line of the suit with the shoulder line of the mannequin and make small adjustments to place only adequate space on the stomach when the button is filled. When I glued the long trousers that seemed to be mopping on the floor and pushed them inward, I quickly changed into a slender back feel of gripping my butt.

The eyes of Jinkyu who was staring at me gradually widened.

“Jinkyu.”

“Why?”

“Do you carry a handkerchief? ”

Handkerchiefs that were tucked into hip-hop but held as points in their back pockets in their formal necessities were essential.

“What are you doing? This is silk. ”

Jinkyu proudly pulled out the handkerchief. Minho looks at the handkerchief and nods.

“As expected, the pattern is spectacular. It's perfect for pocket squares. ”

“Pocket what? ”

“Lend it to me for a second. ”

Minho, who borrowed a handkerchief like a snatch, folded it square and put it in the pocket on the left side of his jacket's chest. Overall, the point came alive like wings on a simple outfit.

“Wow."

Jinkyu admired my mouth. And he said as if he didn't want to lose.

“But Ty still sucks. Let's match the colors."

Minho smiled and replied to Jinkyu preaching the theory of funnelling.

“If clothing has the ability to block the cold and protect your body, then a tie has no meaning in terms of function at all. Rather, whether it means formality and respect. People who like to wear suits should know this. ”

“You lecturing me? ”

“Thai is a symbol that should not be taken lightly. Rather than brighter like any other. All right, that's it. ”

Minho took his hands off and retreated. You come close and look at the modified suit and raise your thumb as if the royal ceremony is magnificent.

“I don't know about fashion, but it sure looks cool. ”

Lee Jung also sent an autograph to the expert who was waiting.

“Minho, you can get a job here. There's nothing you don't know about suits. ”

Jinkyu said, 'Ack’ and asked the molar. At this point, I'm going to have Kang Min-ho Neurose. Broke up again.

“Hey, Minho. ”

“Huh?"

“Don't you rap? ”

Minho shakes his head with a smile.

“The ‘luxury of a gentleman’ who knows about men and fashion in this era. Today, I learned how to use a suit. I don't know if you've been very helpful. We greet you here. See you next week, viewers!”

The camera's light was extinguished with the MC's closing remark.

“Well done.”

“Well done!”

Minho pulled the tape measure out of his pocket while the cast greeted him.

- Ten years looks young if you guess here.

- Our suits represent who you are. You look young.

- Haha, Yang. Thank you for saying that.

A quick passing thought was a scene of memories embedded in Yang Yik-jun's patriotism, the master of this suit shop.

‘It keeps happening these days. ’

Minho was surprised by the warm feeling that was actually conveyed on the tape measure. This is the first time I've seen it today, but it's a love product that I've often used. It's been happening since two weeks ago, when I used a magician's love product that I've experienced even with my owner's trauma.

‘Is this a sign of an increase in utilization? ’

In fact, I have significantly increased the time to use my abilities even when I take my hands off my favourite items. I didn't calculate exactly, but I felt like I had about half the time left.

Minho approached Yang Yik-jun, who was working in a tailor shop on one side.

“Thank you very much. ”

The man with the 50 lines of loving impression carefully pushed out his tape measure, lowered his magnifying glasses slightly and looked at Minho. The thought that Minho was strange because his appearance overlapped with the appearance of the youth he saw in the past history of love products.

“Minho, right? You're good. I'll get a lot of visitors even if I have to shop in person. ”

“It's a long way to go to be as much as you are. You look 10 years younger in these clothes. ”

Yang Ik-jun smiled.

“I haven't heard that story in a long time. ”

“Anyway, it was a good experience. I'll come back later to make suits. ”

“I see.”

After saying goodbye, I came out to the suit shop. The ball manager's van was waiting for you.

“Well done.”

The ball manager greeted me as soon as I got on board.

“I don't want to say this right now, but the next schedule is running out of time. Have you been to the bathroom?”

“Yes, I'm fine. ”

“Then let's go. ”

Minho, who was seated, took out the printed documents from the bag on the side seat. Kim Cody gives out a burger and beverage as he sees him wearing the ring and starting to mumble and study.

“Minho, eat this first. I don't have time to go to lunch. ”

“Thank you.”

Minho immediately took off the hamburger's packaging and asked.

Due to the planned overseas schedule at the beginning of October, the schedule these days is very tight. "Medical 24: 00", which recently began its cruise with an 8.7% viewership rate, was also scheduled to be shot every other week, so at least two of them had to be extinguished on a daily basis before departure.

“But what are you studying? ”

Recently, it has become routine because I've looked at something almost every time on the move, but it was still a strange shape for Kim Cody.

Minho took a sip of the can of beverage and pushed the document in front of Kim Cody's eyes.

“Braille chart? ”

Kim Cody was surprised to see a document full of language and examples spoken by the blind.

“I have some work to do. ”

Minho's gaze stayed on the relic that was shining orange in her bag.

The item that was handed over for the actual price of 320,000 won, whatever happened to Father Yoon, who called for thousands of information about the item, was someone's watch. That was neither a common watch of yellow and typical gold nor a flashing watch that people like to boast about being rich.

A simple design braille watch with a touch of autoclave on top of the watch.

Yes, it is.

This was used by an invisible owner.

"Phew. Cheap is cheap. ’

Unlike the last three supply tests experienced in the dream, this Braille watch was dark from the start.

Failed for two consecutive days.

Whatever I see, I'll do the mission or let the owner go of it for as long as it doesn't last. I woke up from a dream. That's why I was studying Braille with the feeling of catching straws.

He didn't sell it to himself for nothing. After going through the inventory test, my father was annoyed too.

‘You'll see. I tame. ’

Minho pledged to succeed today, raising rival consciousness to the wealthy father.

Burger intake is over.

All right!

Now, using the power of the ring, which can be remembered for almost 3 minutes, Minho began studying intensely.

And that night.

Minho fell asleep with a drop of passion in his mouth.

* * *

[Seven o'clock. Seven o'clock.]

The dull sound alarm scatters all over the place, and the rich ritual begins to return gradually, like dust. Minho slowly raised his torso in a space that was indistinguishable, dreamy or not at all distinctive.

On the first day I wandered around without thinking and fainted and came out. On the second day, I barely found the door and ran out and ran into a passerby who was passing by.

It was fully understood that the clues to the qualification test would never be easily given with the last two days of experience.

“Let's go. ”

In the dark, you grope under your feet and move forward gradually. Then I stood up when I touched the wall.

“That's far enough. ”

Feeling space with just a touch was a task that required extreme concentration. Minho took the ball and touched and felt the tools in the house.

Soon.

I reached for my desk.

On a desk full of Braille documents that I have been familiar with all day. At first I didn't know what it was, but then I put my hand properly on one of the documents.

“Hwang. Here. Min. of……. ”

Minho stopped reading again and again.

[We would like to inform you that a corneal transplant is possible based on your judgment that your optic nerve is in good condition.]

Most of the other documents were thick books. Minho thought it was a hint and read it in more detail. This document was printed in Braille as an email from the hospital side.

Is there something in this room, Master, that you haven't seen since you left the world for surgery? ’

It was then.

Ta-da!

Minho was startled when he heard the phone ringing in silence as thunder struck.

Minho turns his head in the direction of the sound, one step at a time, speeding up the rattling speed in case the phone gets disconnected.

“ ……! ”

Minho swallowed the screams as he barely got near the phone. I slammed my shin against the edge of the table that popped out.

Minho stutters on the table and finds the phone, putting the phone to his ear in agony.

“Hey, hello? ”

- Are you Jung Cheol-min?

Minho nodded and replied, because it would be the owner's name.

“But?”

- Hello, I'm Yoon Hyo-Sang from the AN Hospital Organ Transplant Center. I'd like you to schedule a date for surgery, have a final checkup, and visit the hospital.

“Today?”

I'll have it scheduled around 11: 00.

As soon as I put the phone down, I sighed. It looks like you have to go to the hospital on your own.

“You know, it's a dream. How can you not move fast? I don't even know where I am. ”

I asked, but I'm just talking to myself. It was a two-day experience to know that the owner of this item was very unfriendly.

"You can't. ’

You move along the wall, looking for the stuttering front door. After taking the four-stage cane that was placed on the front door booth, it was better than yesterday until I touched the corridor and got out.

Minho walked straight through the gate to the street. Then I raised my hand.

Taxi!

This is a clean shot. Min Ho, who trusted the Korean taxi driver wholeheartedly, laughed.

Chimeric. Chimeric.

The sound of non-greasy bicycle pedals approaching.

“Sir, this is an alley. I don't drive. ”

A child's voice is heard in Minho's ears. Minho, whose face was blushing, walked forward with a staff.

Using the touch of a stone wall, as I walked along the wall, I suddenly felt the cold feel of the iron door, startled by the sausage, roaring past the dog house, and my heart thumped down, “Goodboy!” When I passed by the window smelling of pickled miso, the market moved.

After a while.

Minho arrived at the end of the cane where it felt like a newsblock.

“Bingo!”

A little excitement occurred when I felt the curled side of the braille block that I usually didn't see clearly. If you follow this Braille block, which must be yellow, you will see roads, crosswalks, and stops.

“Phew.”

Minho wiped the sweat off his forehead. It was just getting out on the road in front of the house, but it was hard as if it had become something great. It was not easy to feel the world only with your ears, fingertips, and nose tips.

Minho reaches out to the sound of the car and raises his hand again.

Taxi!

Wave for three minutes. The engine stops and a car stands in front of you.

Minho opened the door and said to look inside.

“Knight, I can't see my eyes. I have to get to the UN hospital organ transplant center. Can you drop me off in front of that? ”

“Sure. Hop in. ”

With this answer, the world crumbled.

Minho felt his consciousness drifting away to the other side and realized that he had passed the mission given him.

The next day.

As soon as I opened my eyes, Min-ho had to swallow a groan, checking the Braille watch on my wrist. The orange light remains.

“Why!”

Min-ho, who was screaming from the dawn, suddenly woke up.

“Well, what is it? ”

Minho saw that the Braille clock was pointing at 5: 30 pm and shaking his hands in a hurry.

“No, Garam. Thori Thorley. More sleep. ”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Garam tasted again and fell into a half-minute slumber before waking up.

"Why?"

Minho texted Professor Choi Im-hyuk, an acquaintance of AN Hospital, just in case.

[Do you happen to know if any of the corneal transplant patients at UNOS are Jeong-chul Min?]

While returning to work as KG Enter, I got a reply from Professor Choi Im-hyuk.

[I was on the waiting list, but she was brought into the E.R. not long ago and died. By car accident.]

How long ago? ’

Minho stared at the Braille watch.

For those who have recently died, there is a possibility that what has not been done in life may remain in reality. Perhaps, the master of the watch wants it?