I Was A Porter

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Seung-ho sits on his bed staring blankly into the air.

He waves his head roughly for a long time, like a dazed person.

I felt no pain as I patted my cheek and pinched my forearm.

It's not a dream.

I didn't even dream.

“Why?”

No one answered his question because he muttered alone in a room with no one.

Last night, I was worried something might happen because I told him a suspicious story.

And yet you don't show up in a dream like this!

I was happy right away but worried about what else would happen.

The nightmare that lasted for more than three months was broken at once.

At the same time, he doubted that it would be a ruse to shake his mind.

You slow down and don't let go of the strap, thinking you might get hit in the back of the head.

Thought it was a temporary phenomenon, the next day it did not appear in the dreams of victory.

“Two days? Why are you telling me this now? ”

When Seung-ho talked later, Eid started to get angry.

I scolded him for what he was going to do if anything happened, but he told me a story.

Eid shuddered as if something was about to happen, but it didn't reappear in his dreams until a week later.

* * *

“Even today?"

“Still.”

I couldn't find any tension in everyone's face when they roughly greeted me in the morning.

Neither did he, until the summer was over.

“It is possible to move the Black Energy, and the speed at which the White Magical Power decreased significantly…. Was it the last bluff?”

“There could be a huge difference between being late and us. Like after you die... ”

“If you needed a dead body, you would have killed it while you were in Dracsch's body. ”

“Well…. So does he.”

Thinking about what happened beyond the gate, Eid nods, accepting quickly.

After that, I talked a little, but nothing else came out except to keep an eye on things.

Eventually, he promised irregular contact and regular meetings and decided to split up.

“So if anything happens, let's call and see each other at the end of the month, even if there's no stars. ”

“I'm going back to Spain. ”

“I'm not arresting anyone. ”

We ended up arguing with Valdro, but there was no reason to stop him from leaving for Spain.

I'm thankful that he has followed me so far as to lead the Primero Guild.

Moreover, the story Eid told me was that when the guild stabilized, he warned Maximus that he might give up everything.

And there was no change in Seung-ho until the first meetup without Valdro followed by the second.

At the end of September, the second meeting, Eid gave me good news.

It was news of my marriage to Khan.

Khan was silently eating food because he was a little embarrassed to talk about it.

“Congratulations. It's pretty cold in November. Why are you doing this all of a sudden? ”

“Don't you think it's a little hard to say all of a sudden, given our age? ”

I was so distant that I forgot, but Khan and Eid were too old.

Then I noticed the wrinkles that were just right on the edge of Eid's eye.

I said I would take care of my skin, but it was difficult to manage to get my age back to perfection.

However, on the day I had this good news, I needed a compliment on my mouth.

“Who would have thought you were fifty? Even in your thirties, I believe you. ”

Suddenly, static came to my mind.

Even the sound of chopsticks sticking to the dishes stopped.

I look around, wondering what happened, and everyone's gaze falls on me.

She looked up at him with cold eyes and said she was going to the bathroom, then stood up.

As she exits the room, Seung-ho turns her head to look at the prickly skin.

At the end, he sat down, put down his neck cup, and opened his mouth.

“The way it looks in the thirties is in line with the way it looks in the late thirties. That means Eid's sister looks forty. My brother is... ”

Seung-ho didn't know much about Yeohwa yet, and a familiar landscape of nagging from Yoohwa unfolded.

Seeing the scene, he prayed to himself that this time would continue.

* * *

“I'm so uncomfortable... ”

Seung-ho looks around, muttering in a warm look.

It was unpleasant for those who provoked themselves like watching a zoo monkey.

“Why isn't she coming again? ”

I had less than two minutes left to meet him, but I couldn't even see him.

As early as Friday night, the red water formed the phosphoric acid sea.

I came because she said she wanted to go around Hongdae, but the crowd was full of people who wanted to go home right away.

The ruckus behind Seung-ho sighs with a grumpy expression.

“Phew, let me pass. Wait a minute. Okay, thank you. Coming through.”

The voice of the emulsion is faint among the crowds.

I began to see the face of the oil painting approaching among the people.

I was wearing a black lace dress, and I got one look at my surroundings because of the daring exposure to my shoulder.

I usually dress well, but I didn't have a lot of exposure, so I overdressed today.

“Bam! Just in time! ”

“You might think, but I was a minute late. ”

I pushed the forehead of the emulsion with my finger and reached out and grabbed his arm.

As the arms clasp naturally, some people around the area panic after taking a picture.

Yoohwa grabbed his arm in a hurry as his face frowned again due to excessive interest.

“This way! I have a lot to see today. ”

Today was Yoo-Hwa's day, so Seung-ho stared at the people taking pictures and was dragged away reluctantly.

All over the street, there was a faint sound of music, and there was an indie group gathering people to see if they were just ready.

It was usually a complicated street, but today it was even worse, so Seungho started grumbling.

“Why are there so many people? ”

“Well, it's Friday at the end of the month. Most of the time.” Yu-Hwa really wanted to come, he replied, looking around the elongation.

Yoo-Hwa also went around Hongdae, catching Seung-ho, watching street performances, and entering live clubs. It wasn't that I hated music, but Seung-ho couldn't concentrate because it was quite different from the music he liked.

“Music is hard, isn't it? People who have never heard it before usually react like this. with popular music.... ”

Rather, he began to talk to Seung-ho about the beauty of indie music.

I looked at her strangely because she had never been this strong about her argument, although she used to talk a lot.

Yoohwa, who was chattering for a long time at Seungho's gaze, kept his mouth shut.

“You're not annoyed, are you? ”

“It's not like that. ”

“That's not what he looks like. Shall we go out?”

I read the eyes of the emulsion.

Seung-ho remembered that the answer when it came to these eyes was fixed.

“It's a different charm and I like it. Can we hear a little more and get out of here? ”

Experience is a great teacher, and winning is based on experience.

His face lit up brightly.

After a long time of performances, he left the live club with a satisfied expression.

“Should I eat something? ”

“There's a good place to be. ”

As soon as he came out, he walked towards exit 8 of the Red Battalion.

A street performer walks into a boutique in front of a bustling outdoor scene.

“I came all the way out here to listen and eat, but I'm sitting outside. Mind if I sit outside? ”

“Of course.”

“Then…. Three, please. ”

As the employee who received the order went inside, Seung-ho looked at him curiously.

“Three people?”

“You have to eat a lot. I bet you don't have enough for two. It's a normal ship."

He spoke freshly and pointed to the ship of victory.

Seung-ho shakes his hand and tries to take it out, but before that, his mouth opens first.

“You have to eat a lot to maintain this muscle. Think about your basic metabolism. You mean to tell me this? ”

When he spoke on behalf of what he was going to say, Seung-ho shrugged and sat on the chair.

As he laughed as he saw Seung-ho's face, he heard the music of the people performing in the street.

When Seung-ho sang a song that she knew, she came out while whispering together.

Soon after, I saw the child rippling with a whistling sound, and I drooled over my mouth.

“It's cooked, so you can eat it. Have some bread later. ”

Seung-ho quickly teased the chopsticks as he was afraid to drop his horse.

If anyone had seen it, it was an astonishingly quick movement that the chopsticks would twitch alive.

Seung-ho, who was taking a breath for a long time, opened his mouth confidently as he met the emulsion.

“The flavor is very stable. ”

“…. You have to eat stir-fried rice, so stop eating and leave it. ”

Seung-ho suddenly lowered his chopsticks with a shy look on his face.

Immediately, an employee approached me and fried my rice with a dazzling gesture.

When the aroma of fried rice with the smell of salty sesame oil rose, I wanted to shove a spoon in right away.

An employee who noticed two eyes hotter than the fire quickly stepped back.

While eating hot food after blowing up, the shop became full.

And two pair of men and women who didn't know it found the store.

“Do you have four seats? ”

“You'll have to wait 10 minutes. ”

A man frowned at the employee's words, and he went inside the store, looked all the way through, and came out.

I checked with my own eyes whether they had lied, but most of them were just waiting for someone to start eating.

As the man frowns and comes out of the store, a woman points at Seungho's table with her chin.

The man's face brightens, and he approaches the side of the table and pulls the two chairs aside.

“Oh, yeah. Here's your seat. Sit down.”

Even though no one was sitting in the chair, it couldn't feel good to take the chair from the table without saying.

My eyebrows twitched like a caterpillar.

Tak!

I put the spoon on the table and looked at the man and woman sitting on the chair alternately.

The woman with the gaze boldly called for support as she was moving around in the store.

“I think you're done, put it away! ”

Is it unclear whether they do not recognize winning or are unsure that they will not pose a threat to the general public even though they know about it?

From the look on their faces, it seemed like an electron.

It was basically a seed that had been eaten without manners, and there was no need to be polite to them.

“Rise.”

On behalf of the two women who were puzzled by Seung-ho's words, the man grabbed Seung-ho's shoulder.

“You're not going to scratch the floor, are you? ”

The man grabbing Seungho's shoulder is surprised by the muscles that feel under his clothes, but he tries to look down at Seung-ho and pull out his horse.

He had no idea what kind of ordeal he was about to face.