The World of Masks

Grab the handle with your left hand and manipulate the audio with your right hand. I put the CD I had in the audio. Soon, soft music came out. It was not like the dance music of Idol that is trending these days, it was an authentic classic. Of course, it was not a hobby of truth.

"Heheh heh heh heh heh."

Yurin starts snoring in tune with the sound coming from the radio. It was also a song I knew a little bit about. It was a famous classic that soon played well on TV or in many shops. I picked up this CD from a record store because I have heard of it somewhere. However, Jinsuk knew only a few famous sections. By comparison, Yurin seemed to know all the songs.

"It's Mozart."

Finally, I know a word. Even Beethoven and Mozart knew that there was a date in the music. All I could think about was white hair and bangy hair.

"Do you hear the classics?"

Yoo Rin asked with excited eyes. It seemed like I was happy to have the same hobby.

"No, I just bought it because Yoo Rin would like it."

He said confidently. I was positive that I would try to score more points, but Yurin's classical career is not great. It was obvious that shallow knowledge would soon be revealed. Moreover, there was no Merritt when I scored Yurin for this. If I had the same hobby, I would just like it, but not Yoo Rin who would have negative feelings for Jin. Only his useless nuclear dignity is a little covered. Of course, if Yurin found out that she lied to him, his nuclear dignity would literally explode in shame.

"I see."

Yurin's voice narrows, slightly disappointed. However, I returned to my normal voice as if I had been robbed.

"That's fine."

I close my eyes and fall in love with music. For a while, there was a pleasant silence in the car.

"Then · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Jinseok opened his mouth lightly. Yurin opens his eyes and heads back to Jinsuk.

"You seem to be getting along pretty well with your friends. When did you become so close?"

I asked him, thinking of Yurin's friends I had seen at the old college. Of course, there was a good chance that I was getting close to my friends because I didn't know them. It could have been a coincidence in the late years of college. I didn't intend to say anything offensive because it wouldn't be a bad thing to hang out with my friends. It was a question I asked lightly because I was purely curious what it was for if there was just a reason I became friends. However, the answer returned greatly missed the expectation of authenticity.

"I don't really know her."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · What?"

Even though you're taking pictures like you're so close? I almost missed the car in front of me. I followed closely and asked Yurin.

"You look very familiar."

"They were just talking. You don't feel like you're friends. You feel like you know your classmates?"

Oh, you know, the street. I'm not a stranger, and I'm sure we can talk, but we're a long way from friends. I'm sure they had a real relationship. Now, of course, the relationship is broken. It's a shallow relationship that will disappear after school in the first place. I can't stay in touch until I've graduated from all the schools unless I am a close friend.

"You seem very close to each other."

"I'm a society now. I know I have a lot of money, and my boyfriend knows I have a lot of money. There's nothing wrong with blowing up your face, is there?"

'Here's another real story.'

You turn the steering wheel along the car in front of you, blinking left. It sits gently on the first line. You slow down again and zigzag Axel.

"In the second half of fourth grade, I mean, my brother had just brought a sports car, and he suddenly pretended to be close to me. Maybe it's a good thing to have a rich friend because you're busy preparing for work and you're starting to see the reality of going into society. It's a gold medal, because my boyfriend is rich."

It was a cynical tone, but Yurin's voice was full of depression. I don't know why I don't want my best friend to be Yurin. However, the surrounding environment, the nature of the Yun Yin, and other complex elements were mixed together and did not allow Yu Yin to do so.

"You seemed to be getting pretty chubby yourself."

"I'm going to have a social life now. You can't just reject it because it's not very nice, right?"

Instead of being picky in one word and making me feel offended, I only practiced my social life and matched their reactions.

"Well, that's okay, right?"

Jinsuk spoke cheerfully, raising his voice.

"I think it's the price of having such a wonderful boyfriend. That's a fair trade, isn't it?"

Yurin is stunned by the words of Jin for a moment. Then, he smiles and nods.

"I see. What a resin business."

After Yurin confirmed it, the truth that was said as a joke was even more cool. I changed my mind.

"By the way, are you ready for a job?"

"No, not yet. I'm looking hard, but I don't have a seat yet."

As soon as the fourth grade started, the other kids were probably looking for a job or specs before that, but Yurin was late because of his father's opposition. He probably hasn't even found what he wants yet. Other people would have noticed that even if they needed money right away, even if they didn't like the job, the job of Yoo Rin, who had no meaning beyond hobbies at all, must have been much more difficult.

"Most of all, my father interferes a lot. No, that's dangerous, that's not a woman's job, etc."

Yurin grumbles and complains. I looked up at the driver's seat of the car in front of me.

"Don't make that impression. Wrinkles."

The target I was looking at changed to myself after saying something I shouldn't have said. Jinseok only stared silently ahead of Yurin's gaze. Wrinkles were never allowed for women.

"That's what he's saying for you."

I didn't detect having a job, but I almost hated it even more when I saw him struggling with his job.

"Why don't you work for your father's company?"

"Absolutely not!"

Yoo Rin strongly denied all the negative emotions boiling inside her.

"I'm sick of you saying that. If you want to work, you have to work for your dad's company, so what's the difference from playing at home? I'm gonna finish my dad's errands. I want a real job."

From one to ten, my father's complaint was poured out. I thought I was allowed to do my job, but I had a disagreement about deciding where to work next.

"Why would you want to work for my company?"

"What's different about working for your company?"

I shrugged my shoulder at Yurin's stare.

"Hey, brother."

Yoo Rin, who was keeping silence as if she was trying to cool down for a moment, spoke to Jin. A cautious voice filled with euphemisms. Recognizing Yurin's intentions, Chan Jin-seok smiles in relief.

"You want help convincing your father?"

"Hehe."

Yurin smiles beautifully.

"It's not hard, but I have to know exactly what you're going to do in order to do it. I can't ask you to do what you want to do. Obviously, there's a bad company, and it's very likely that you're going to get hurt by your lack of social experience."

"Blood!"

Yurin shrugged his shoulders as he refused to even believe in the truth. But the truth did not falter. If Yoo Rin had no experience in social life, it was perfect for getting into a bad company. It is just like scattering a plant in a greenhouse on the polar regions.

"Good."

Yurin cautiously raises her head and looks at him for a sudden response.

"Let me tell you something. But it's too much to ask for your opinion unconditionally, so call me after you find something you really want to do. If you want to be a good company, let's convince them together. If it wasn't for this, it wouldn't have worked."

Although he is being treated as a reserve son-in-law, he and Yurin are not legally related at this time. He will not listen to his words endlessly or ever. But Yurin nods loudly if that's enough.

"Yes, that's enough."

Even though the reliable boyfriend was conditional, Yoo Rin's face turned pale whether he was happy to hear that he was supporting her. I sat comfortably on my back as if I had erased my worries. Jinseok saw the car in front of him. In front of a large restaurant, it seems to have arrived, blinking left and slowing down. The azimuth gently rotated the handle along the car of the seat.