The World of Masks

Tong, grunt, and the sound of the cutting knife tapping the cutting board rhythmically. A pot of white steam boils over the stove next to Yurin's cooking. How many minutes has Yurin started cooking? The kitchen and living room were vibrating with the smell of aromatic side dishes. He sat on the couch in the living room and looked at Yurin, who was eating with his apron neatly dressed, which looked like the entrance to the kitchen over there.

The waistband of the apron was tightening around my waist, so I could still see its body. The shape of the waistline coming down from the closed chest, which is not as big as Eunhee, but still clearly self-asserting, and the pelvis expanding downward was showing the female charm as it is. The apron that was tightly wrapped around it was adding a touch of sophistication to Yurin's colorful body.

After a brief glimpse of Yurin's figure, Jin begins to do his job again. All I could do was lay out the newspaper from the convenience store on the table and prepare to grill the meat. At first there was a yard, so I thought I'd eat outside, but it's winter. Of course, it wasn't really rushing season, but at least it wasn't enough weather to make me want to eat outside.

After roughly setting the table, you go to the sink and stand next to Yurin. It was the role of authenticity to trim the ingredients of the pork belly party such as lettuce, onions, and shreds. Yurin was a little distracted by the fact that she had taken it upon herself, but she was unable to overcome the stubbornness of her stubbornness, giving up on preparing for pork belly and focusing on other dishes.

"Have a taste."

Yurin picked up the freshly made firewood and presented it to Jinsuk. Washing the lettuce, Jinsuk opened his mouth without stopping and put the meat in his mouth. The aroma of chewy meat and salty cooking wrapped around the tip of my tongue.

"It's delicious."

I've tried it several times before, but Yurin's cooking skills were amazing. She is pretty and quiet and good at housework. Is there such a thing as a woman who provokes men's fantasies? No matter how much I thought about it, Yoo Rin was a woman I never wanted to miss as a man.

Around the time Jinsuk finished preparing, Yurindo finished cooking. I put it carefully on the dinner table so that I could easily take it out and eat it later. I haven't put it in the refrigerator yet because it's still warm.

After that, they went out to the living room and sat down in front of the fire. Since Yurin cooked, of course roasting meat was part of the order. I started baking pork belly on a heated fire, thinking of MT and the recent bacon bake alone in college.

Jiggle, jiggle.

The sound of a good grill and a pungent smell vibrate the surroundings. The heat from the heated plate releases the oil from the pork belly and flows down the sloped surface of the flame. It stimulated my appetite that the red meat and white fat were mixed together and turned into a tasty yellow color that was bright.

When the meat was almost cooked, Yurin opened the lid with a soju bottle in his hand. Soju follows me out of the cup of truth, placing a bottle of soju in the cup. The stone that Yurin drank from filled the cup himself this time. I hold a dazzling soju in one hand.

[Cheers!]

Chang!

As Jinsuk and Yurin meet the soju cup lightly, the sound of glass smashing echoes. I took it straight to my mouth and shoved it in my mouth. It has a unique strong alcohol flavor.

"Ugh!"

Yurin quickly picks up a chopstick and picks up a piece of meat and shoves it in his mouth. Then I trembled for a long time. Yurin was not familiar with alcohol.

"Drink enough."

Jin said, relaxing and refilling his cup. Since then, this level of drinking was literally entertainment for Jin who has taken the Korean alcoholic beverage culture course, which starts from university.

Yurin did not particularly enjoy drinking, so she followed the words of Jin. But that doesn't mean Yurin can't drink. I changed to drink it gradually according to the pace that Jinsuk drank.

"I don't know why I drink this stuff."

"That's what you said when you bought it?"

"Soju for pork belly. It's a formula, right?"

Yurin smiles beautifully and takes another sip of soju. Then I trembled again. I couldn't be so cute to close my eyes, cut out my tongue and grimace. Yurin picked up a black eye, put it in his mouth, and chewed hard. I erased the spicy meat juice and the fragrance of soju alcohol filled my mouth with grease. Seeing such a yurin, Jin takes another glass over his neck.

"Ahh!"

As I was about to hand the wine over to my neck and pick up the meat in my snack, one fell in front of the stone. It was a prank smile from Yurin. He chewed it up. Crispy lettuce, spicy meat, and salty sambal were well harmonized. I chewed my cheeks well in my mouth and even held up a lettuce. I put the meat and sackcloth well and put it at Yurin's mouth. Yureen, who made her face slightly red, took it in and ate it. Solo looked at the heavenly work and filled Jinsuk and Yurin for a while.

After a roughly non-party-like party, the two of them finally stand up. Even though Yurin's father believes in truth, Yurin's confinement time is still strict. I wouldn't be here until now if I wasn't with him. It seemed that Yurin's curfew would have to be resolved if she got married.

I forcefully pulled the dishes out and called a cab. I couldn't spend Yurin alone in this rare place. I thought I'd take you to your car, but it was impossible to drink.

While the taxi was coming, the two of them stayed close to the front door and waited for a taxi. I didn't feel so good sharing each other's warmth together. Yurin's hand sits in the mantle pocket of Jin, along with the hand of Jin. Of course, they held hands tightly together.

"I'll be going then."

When the taxi arrived, Yoo Rin took her hand out of her coat pocket and got into the taxi.

"Careful going in."

Jinsuk waves to Yurin, who looks out the window. Yurin also waved fiercely in the window. The taxi in the Yurin left Jinsuk's house and soon became invisible. Jinseok opened the front door, opening his collar, and entered the house. Not every day, but the night landscape of a strange new house finally felt real. The first night in a new home begins.

'Good.'

I looked up at the dark sky as the heat rising from the drink cooled by the winter wind. As the air pollution was less and the light around it was weak, there were few stars in Seoul that caught my attention.

Meeting Yurin always brought peace to Jinsuk. If Eun-hee was a lover like a friend who had the same hobby, Yoo-rin was a lover like Mother who seemed to be able to carry everything in the truth. Talking to her seemed to take away all the fatigue.

'You can't miss it.'

In a way, Yoo Rin was also a person who allowed her to adapt well to this reality where killing is not allowed. You can always reveal yourself like a psycho by Eun-hee's side, but you have to be a very good and sincere young man.

You may think it's a difficult act to hide your essence. But he didn't think so.

'Rather fun.'

The real self must always be a good and good self. For Jin, this cosplay was not a pain. No, it was fun. After all, the urge was being solved enough in the game. Moreover, recently I've tasted fantastic pleasures that can't be changed. You are never normal. People think of themselves as good, good, healthy young people. That look in their eyes, their minds were not amused.

"Why do you give up all the fun? '

Fun in games, fun in reality This will be the heart of a wolf who wears an innocent sheep's clothing and teases people, or of a shepherd who lies to people every day.

'Let's ask David to increase his donation a little bit.'

Already a contribution to the company through social awareness, on average, was David's constant contribution, but it seemed to be interesting to add a little more.

You know what? Praise me for telling me "later." '

He's a wealthy man with an unusual social virtue these days. Crazy psycho himself.

In many ways, today is a very good day. Jinseok opened the door and walked into the house with a chuckle.

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Oh, number four.

You know, I feel like an accredited writer.