The World of Masks

I feel the key spin in my hands with a snap. I pulled out the key and pulled on the door a few times. The door won't open, just shaking with a rattling, rattling sound. The stone picks up the hook on one side, confirming the lock is securely engaged.

"At home? What is it?"

I have to take a month off from work. Yurin raises a small question. Jin answered, lifting his hook high, hanging a hole in the shutter hiding between the walls of the building above.

"We have a good side business. I'm going to start with that for a moment. Honestly, florists don't do a lot of business in the winter."

After the graduation season was over, he added that the business wouldn't be good until the end of the next month's Arbor Day.

Glug.

As you forcefully move the hook down the shutter, you hide inside the building's walls, allowing the shutter, which was only partially protruding, to slide down. After lowering the shutter to a height that reached the hand, the skewers were placed between the shutters and the glass walls of the store. I pulled the hand that was with Yurin's hand out of my pocket and wrapped it lightly around Yurin's shoulder. Then I took a step back and made room for the shutters to come down. I held the shutter with both hands and pushed it down until it touched the ground this time. The glass walls, which clearly showed the inside of the store, were completely covered by solid aluminum shutters. After the shutter is fully lowered, the heavy padlock is half the size of the palm of your hand on a chain that is secured to the floor. After installing two guns, one on the bottom of the left and one on the bottom of the right, he stepped away from the shutter and approached the passenger seat of the truck to open the door. Yurin often walks along where the dust moves. She smiled at the thought that she looked like a baby bird chasing after a mother bird.

From the passenger seat, I pulled out a piece of A4 paper, a large transparent tape, and a cutter knife. I walked back to the shutter with them in my hands. After tightening the A4 paper against the front of the shutter, you turn to Yurin.

"Can you help me a little bit?"

Yurin walks over and presses down on the A4 paper instead of the dust. In the meantime, Jin cut the transparent tape with a cutting knife. The A4 paper pressed by the urea was firmly bonded so that it would not fall out of the shutter. I sealed the paper completely with a transparent tape because the white paper was dirty and could be unrecognizable or the fragile paper was torn. I won't be able to recognize the content because the tape is transparent. After putting the paper on, Jin once again examined the paper on the shutter in case it fell off later.

Rest until March 24 due to personal circumstances.

There was a short passage on the paper. Jinsuk turns to Yurin, confirming that the paper is firmly attached.

"What do I do with this? If it's the same time, we can have dinner together, but we don't have time right now."

The flowers had to be brought into the house before they froze to death. Yurin shakes her head at Jin, scratching her back head as if it were a pity.

"No, I just wanted to see Mr. Jin-seok's face before I entered the house."

Yurin smiled brightly without any color, even though she seemed disappointed. Then, as if to tell a secret, he put one hand beside his mouth and said with a loud voice.

"Besides, I still have to go inside right now. I was allowed to come in after curfew because I saw Jin's face."

It was Yurin who held out his tongue a little and played around. Jinsuk smiled.

"Do I have to call you again?"

Yoo Rin held out her phone without saying a word.

Recently, Yoo Rin excused herself and often went in after curfew. Yurin's father, who was already thinking of the inner truth as a son-in-law, loosened Yurin's curfew under the prerequisite that it was when he was with him. It only extended 7: 00 to 10: 00 or 11: 00. Instead, he made a condition that Jin-seok should call and check on Yoo-rin's phone. Jinsuk said he was a stubborn man, but he kept the conditions tight. Thanks to her, Yoo Rin has been able to spend time after 7: 00, which she only heard from her friends.

Tourr.

An inorganic phone signal hit your eardrum. Everything about coloring made me able to glimpse the fragments of Yoo Rin's father's wisdom just because he was still insisting on the old-fashioned tone when the strange tone hit the plate.

Sweet.

"Yurin?"

I heard stubborn voices. I was embarrassed by this stubborn voice that came over the phone for the first few times, but now I'm able to respond with a familiar response.

"It's me, Father."

"Ah. You're a true soldier."

Since it often happened to be a relationship with Yurin and to talk with Yurin's father, he used the title "military" to his senior.

"I've called to confirm that you're with Yurin. Everything all right?"

"Something must be wrong. My daughter was taken from me by a bandit."

A pranky horse made me laugh nonsense.

"Don't worry. That bandit said your daughter is golden and she's going to take care of him."

"Tell me you got that. Tell him I'm coming to break his legs if he can't."

"I'll make sure of it."

"Yes, yes. Now, can you put Yurin on the phone for me?"

Jinseok forwarded the call to Yurin. Yoo Rin, with her phone in her ear, hangs up after a few words with her senior.

"It's time to go in."

It's cold and it's too short. It's already time for darkness to settle down, so Jin tried to send Yu-rin back quickly. However, Yoo Rin looks at the court in a new way.

"Do you really want to let me go so soon?"

"No way."

I felt like I was dealing with a cute cat that was playing fetish. When I was dealing with Yurin, I always felt good.

"I'll help you move the plants home. I just got your permission."

"It's okay. It's not that heavy."

"It doesn't have to be heavy, but it's a lot. And I'm here to help because it's not heavy. I can't help you if it's heavy."

He pretended to be fragile and pretended to be a virgin, and smiled deeply. Without waiting for Jin's answer, Yoo Rin got up to the front seat coldly. I got in the driver's seat pretending I couldn't even win. I put the car keys in the ignition and heard Yurin's voice as I pulled the rear seatbelt.

"Oh, and Jin-seok."

Jinsuk turns to Yurin.

"No more words of respect. Jin-seok is older than me, but it's uncomfortable to say something respectful."

Jinsuk nods. No, I lost as close as I could. I was about to let go of the horse.

"Well, okay. Don't say anything respectful about Yoo Rin."

"No, I'm comfortable with home education like this. Instead, I'm going to call you Hyung."

Then, the foam that repeats "brother, brother" was not so cute.

I turned my attention to the road beyond the glass, using the sound of my brother's voice in my ears. After firmly stepping on the clutch and moving the neutral gear to the first level, the clutch is slowly removed and Excel is gently stepped on. Soon, the 1t truck gently advances forward, accompanied by a howling engine.