The World of Masks

The time when the sun squeezes the last of its power and submerges the whole world in pink. In a cold, sunset city, commuters were continuing their journey home. Some people head straight home to the tavern to have a simple drink with like-minded colleagues or friends. People with heavy fatigue stacked up all day, but light steps to their destination. Jinseok's club, which had volunteered at the orphanage, was also getting ready to go back.

Youngho shakes hands with the head master of the orphanage, who shows the signs of time stacked away slightly. What's so funny? I didn't seem to enjoy talking with a smile for a while. While slightly loosening the stiff muscles while working hard all day long, the dust looked up at the orange sky. There, even the floating clouds were swirling with dazzling colors as if they were changing clothes.

"Are we going? Brother?"

He looked back. There was a child who looked at himself as if it were a shame. It was a child who would be about the same age as if he had just passed adolescence. Starting next year in the third grade of high school, he was one of the oldest children in the orphanage, who had to leave this orphanage, a warm nest, and stand alone in the breeze of a cool society.

"Yes, you can't stay. I have a job, too."

I tapped the child's shoulder and said with a sad look. It was a bit amusing to see half his head bigger than the real one, but neither Jinseok nor the child were thinking about it.

"I'll come back another time."

He came to the orphanage because he had no parents. It's almost impossible to get the right feeling. The principal at the orphanage was certainly a good person and did his best, but that did not completely stop the children's love deficit. That's why the child was constantly longing for love, even though he was already grown up. That's probably why you're looking at yourself like you're leaving.

Jin glances at the ledger, who is still talking to Ho-young, and lightly clings to the child.

"Use this to buy something delicious with the other kids. It's a secret to the principal."

"Brother."

The child's eyes trembled, watching six chapters of the tight-knit shrine in his hand. Jinseok rubs his head and slaps his back a few times before walking to the group.

"You did a good job?"

Jinsuk turns his head to the side where he heard the sound of words. You can see Han Yu-rin smiling shyly with her long hair. Jinsuk scratches his cheek with his hand.

"Good thing. That's all I can do for you."

"No, that's enough. Jin-seok didn't just give me materials, he gave me affection."

Every time that little mouth drew a hose, the concave pie was impressed.

'This woman likes me.'

It was a euphemism for abnormal impulses regarding murder and violence, but other than that, it was surprisingly similar to others. As soon as I knew that Han Yoo Rin, a beautiful beauty, liked her, my confidence seemed to flash. We liked each other, so we couldn't stop talking. Jinseok and Yurin walk to talk about Dorado as far as the group.

"Whee! Hot. Hot."

"Huh? What? Did Jin-seok and Yu-rin already have that kind of relationship?"

As Bo-young whistled, the others opened their eyes wide.

"Well, there. It's not like that."

The eyes of those who saw Yoo Rin making excuses whizzing with her red face immediately shifted. He denies it, but his red face and crookedness to say go away from Tomatoes tell the opposite of what Yurin said.

"Oh, man. I heard you climbed up to the Silent Cat Cradle first. He's quite talented."

Youngho puts his hands on the shoulder of Jinho and chuckles as he approaches. The crisis seems to be going smoothly, given that others are also full of nasty smiles (?) seemed to be difficult.

He sat across from Yoo Rin at a famous foreign coffee franchise cafe spread throughout Korea.

After volunteering, Young-ho seduced the members to have a welcome party after a long time, and made Bo-young pull the corners of her clothes to force dismissal. I had to laugh awkwardly when I saw the other members who were tapping their shoulders to say good luck. Next, Ho-young and her sister, who are smiling and laughing for a drink, said that they would die if their fists were rung. Finally, only Jingjin and Yoo-ryun left in front of the entrance of the orphanage.

I took Yurin to a nearby cafe, smiling bitterly at Yurin's gaze. I chose a cafe where I could talk briefly because it is a good atmosphere and I have a place to come later.

The autumn was okay with ice Americano and the yurin was ice vanilla latte. Coffee cups that were emitting cool cooling air with cold ice had round dew like sweat in hot environments.

Jinsuk picked up a disposable coffee cup in front of his eyes and washed the straw. The brown liquid flowing into my mouth filled my mouth and gently passed it down my throat. The amount of coffee cooled by the cold ice scattered in my mouth with its unique aroma and bitterness. In front of his eyes, he placed his coffee cup and looked at Yurin sipping an ice vanilla latte.

"What a coincidence to reconsider. I can't believe I'm meeting you at a volunteer club."

"Yeah, I was surprised, too."

Yurin smiles shyly. It seemed like Bo-young was right. Yurin really was the ideal type that men want these days. I had been in love several times, but I was the first woman to stab a man's instinct like Yurin.

'If it was me, it'd be great.'

Amazing. No one would be dissatisfied if they blew off the earrings of an actress elected to the Cannes Film Festival and sat there. I almost walked the path as a flower snake.

"Again, thank you very much. I felt a bit uncomfortable not being able to thank you properly."

"No, you don't have to. I just got lucky."

"Fortunately, I don't run into knives for strangers in my life."

I didn't jump in to save Yureen, so I felt a bit awkward. Like a comic book, if the word "glorious" were flying around, the conscience that was not in Yurin's eyes was stabbed with a glare that seemed to be overwhelming.

After that, it was just a small talk. It was a true statement that didn't have a great sense of humor, but Yurin laughed well at such a small story. The person who listens to the story has a good reaction, so those who talk can get excited. Jinsuk and Yurin's conversation continued without realizing the time frame.

About an hour later. Yoo Rin, who took out her cell phone and checked her time, apologized to her face and turned to Jin.

"Look, I'm sorry. I think I should try it."

Did you say 7: 00 curfew? '

It was one of the reasons Bo-young was burning during shipbuilding. Jinseok smiled comfortably.

"No, I was just about to get up. I have another appointment after this."

Yurin's face spreads at the sound of promises.

"See you next week, then. I'll treat you right then, so look forward to it."

Then I remembered that I was going to join Yurin's parents next week to say thank you.

"No, you don't have to."

"No, I was taught to be sure about these things. Besides, my parents really want to see Jin-seok."

Somehow he thought he was going to get permission to marry instead of introducing the savior of life.

After the distraction, Jin finally decided to meet again next week. He took Yurin out of the cafe and to the subway station. And after seeing Yurin's subway departure, he turned to his own town.