Chapter Index

    “Ugh.”

    After finishing practice with her band, Jinah Choi stretches and turns her body this way and that.

    Since I haven’t had anything to do lately except practice, being outside and meeting other people felt refreshing.

    She carefully put her violin in its case. She heard that there was an orchestra dinner today, but decided not to attend.

    ‘Well, I feel like I might make another mistake if I drink.’

    She was quite shocked when Kim Woo-jin said that he played the violin with raw pork belly.

    I decided to abstain from drinking for a while.

    “I’m going to go now.”

    The members wave their hands at Choi Jin-ah, who bowed her head in greeting, and tell her to be careful as she goes.

    I’ve been busy recently with a request from a movie production company for various sound effects and BGM for an apocalypse setting, and today I finally finished it all.

    ‘It was a work that Yerin appeared in.’

    Thinking that things would go well, Choi Jin-ah gets into the Porsche parked in the parking lot.

    ‘I never imagined I would be riding this.’

    The Porsche that Kim Woo-jin won as a prize at the class reunion. He didn’t have a driver’s license, so he just left it lying around, but when he found out that Choi Jin-ah was taking a taxi, he lent it to her.

    I wondered where in the world you could rent a Porsche so easily.

    In reality, Kim Woo-jin didn’t care.

    ‘That’s strange.’

    When I got my Porsche, I was so happy about it. But now that I actually got it, I’m not really interested in it and I’m not very good at maintaining it.

    Is it because you can’t ride it?

    Anyway, it was a gain for Choi Jin-ah because she could drive around only paying for gas.

    Grab the steering wheel and step on the accelerator.

    The place she headed to was Kim Woo-jin’s hometown, which she would have never imagined a few weeks ago.

    Now, greeting security guards is natural and there are designated parking spots.

    If you told your old self, he would never believe you, but Choi Jin-ah was still living off of Kim Woo-jin’s family.

    ‘It’s changed a lot.’

    This is the thing I hear the most when I go out recently.

    Today, too, people from the same band told Choi Jin-ah that something had changed.

    In the past, it felt like being a government official’s daughter or a princess, but now it’s a bit more comfortable.

    I’m not sure what it means, and it’s hard to explain what changes have come to me.

    Still, Choi Jin-ah didn’t feel too bad and took it as a compliment.

    Get out of the car and go inside the house.

    Greet the employees, greet your sister-in-law, and greet your mother.

    Seeing everyone treating me so kindly, I feel once again that the atmosphere here is a bit different from my hometown.

    ‘Of course, my father is a bit more scared.’

    But there is little to talk about, and he doesn’t even care about you in the first place.

    Every time my father passed by, I felt like a baby dolphin silently waiting for a giant blue whale to pass by.

    “Welcome, dear parasite.”

    My relationship with Kim Woojin also changed somewhat. He was playing a game while greeting me absentmindedly, eating a Jjujjuba that I don’t know where it came from.

    And that too, on the big TV in the living room.

    When I think about what my sister-in-law did every night, I can see how reckless Kim Woo-jin is.

    “If I’m a parasite, what are you, Woojin? A rice weevil? A hunchback? You don’t leave the house.”

    “I hurt my leg, how can I go out?”

    “Why don’t you just crawl out? You’re a bug anyway.”

    “Oh my, what was that chairman’s number over there?”

    “Oh really! We decided not to talk about that!”

    The mansion was large and there were many people, but anyway, the man and woman ended up living together.

    The two people of the same age naturally became close.

    “… … .”

    “Why?”

    Woojin Kim is half-lying on the sofa, pressing the gamepad. The Jjujjuba he is holding in his mouth is more delicious than you might think.

    “There’s one left?”

    “What kind of parasite would eat a squid?”

    “I came outside and it’s hot.”

    “You should be able to find it in the kitchen. Oh, what is this? It’s not dying.”

    Choi Jin-ah heads to the kitchen, leaving Kim Woo-jin behind while he is playing a game and looking annoyed.

    The servants hand her a tumbler, saying they had already prepared it.

    Jin-ah Choi, who has returned, sits down next to Woo-jin Kim and watches TV.

    Honestly, I don’t really want to see scenes of other people playing games.

    Since I have nothing else to do, I have no choice but to bite the stick and immerse myself in the game.

    “Isn’t this the game we were playing yesterday?”

    “My older brother bought it for me. He said the story was good or something.”

    “… … Story? What is it about?”

    “Don’t talk to me because I’m concentrating.”

    what.

    As I was eating my chubby snack with my lips sticking out because of Kim Woojin ignoring me, one of the maids approached me.

    “That guy lives in a place that looks like a garbage dump. Suddenly, a girl falls out of nowhere.”

    “Um.”

    “So it’s about a guy taking a girl home. It looks like the guy is having a fantasy about his ex-lover.”

    “Aha, thank you.”

    “… … .”

    Kim Woo-jin glanced at the old woman. He had no idea that everyone was watching him play a game.

    anyway.

    Choi Jin-ah, who had nothing else to do, watched the game next to Kim Woo-jin for about 30 minutes.

    “Ah, this is really frustrating! Can’t you just roll over there?! This! Why can’t you do this?!”

    “You can say it so easily because you haven’t done it yourself! Try it! Try it!”

    “Just give it a try! I told you that you can do this by memorizing the pattern?!”

    Choi Jin-ah, who was annoyed at Kim Woo-jin for wandering around in the same boss battle for 30 minutes, took the gamepad.

    Although she challenged herself with confidence, Choi Jin-ah died without being able to do anything properly.

    “Uh, ra… … .”

    “Look at this! Look at this! Things that have never been done before are being talked about!”

    “Ahem.”

    Jinah Choi coughs awkwardly and puts down the pad.

    “Shit game.”

    “Shit game, shit! Oh, you annoying woman. Go away! I’ll do it! ”

    It was Woojin Kim who was trying to play the game again.

    Woof!

    At that moment, his cell phone rang. He stared blankly at it, then sighed and handed the pad to Choi Jin-ah.

    “I’ll contact you and come back, so if you’re going to do it, do it, otherwise save and exit.”

    “… … Contact?”

    “Yes.”

    “Girlfriends?”

    It sounds strange because it has the word ‘girlfriends’ in it, but it’s not wrong.

    “They are male friends?”

    “… … You had a friend.”

    Kim Woo-jin pretends not to hear and walks away.

    Jinah Choi challenges the boss again, but other employees sneak up on her.

    “Miss Jinah, you see the pattern.”

    “Young Master, you always try to fight.”

    “I don’t know what it is, but I’m on Jinah’s side.”

    With the cheers of the users, Jinah Choi pressed the pad harder to break the boss.

    * * *

    Lately, I’ve been feeling anxious.

    No one was pushing or shoving me, but it was hard to shake off the feeling that was weighing on my chest.

    There was only one reason.

    Senior Joohee.

    While drunk, I did something terrible to my senior that I shouldn’t have done.

    I felt endlessly disgusted with myself and felt so sorry for the kids.

    Even though I’ve been at my parents’ house recently, I’ve only been able to contact them and not meet them.

    They didn’t know it, but I wanted to apologize to them and do better.

    I wanted to do that even if it meant nothing more than the sinner’s self-satisfaction.

    ‘Ha, if I drink again, I’m not a real person.’

    I don’t know if I should keep this a secret for the rest of my life or if I should be completely honest about it.

    But if I say this, it might end completely.

    The three of them can more or less accept it, but if they find out that you’ve been flirting with other people…

    It is not difficult to imagine the terrifying consequences.

    Letting out a deep sigh, I started chatting with the guys who had asked for help.

    – Kim Woo-jin: Idiot assembly.

    – Kim Woo-jin: Is there anything a woman would like if you did it for her?

    This is something I sent earlier, but I’m only now starting to receive replies one by one.

    – Kang Han-gang: I’d be happy if you broke up with me.

    – Ahn Hyun-ho: Should I ask my girlfriend? What does she like?

    – Pyo Jin-ho: Ahn Hyun-ho, you piece of shit.

    – Jeong Chan-woo: He likes anything you do.

    You fucking kids.

    Anyway, these don’t help.

    Even though women are so bright, you don’t even know what to do for them to make them like you.

    – Hyunho Ahn: You did a good job talking. I’m going to hold an event this time, so please help me out.

    – Strong river: ㅗ

    – Hyunho Ahn: Senior, please help me out. I’ve helped you out many times, too.

    – Kang Han-gang: You?

    – Hyunho Ahn: Among the first-year students, there was a kid who wanted to go on a blind date, so I showed him my brother’s picture.

    – Kang Han-gang: What should I do for you, Hyun-ho? But please send me some of his photos. If you do it on Instagram, I’ll take care of it-

    – Pyo Jin-ho: What about me, Hyeon-ho?

    – Ahn Hyun-ho: I introduced you separately as well. I told you that I am different from those guys, Kim Woo-jin and Jeong Chan-woo.

    -Jung Chan-woo: Why am I included?

    It seems that Ahn Hyun-ho has finally decided to date Kim Gyu-ah for real.

    – Kim Woo-jin: Are you really dating Kim Gyu-ah?

    – Ahn Hyun-ho: Oh, I decided to do that. She’s made up her mind. She said she won’t even look at another man. And it’s not Kim Gyu-ah, it’s Lee Gyu-ah.

    – Kim Woo-jin: What are you talking about? Kim Gyu-ah is right. This kid is even confusing his girlfriend’s last name.

    – Kang Han-gang: That bastard calls his girlfriend “honey” but she gets his name mixed up.

    – Jung Chan-woo: Oh, I’ve done that too. I accidentally called her by her ex-girlfriend’s name. Because they’re similar.

    Let’s change this kid’s name to Idiot.

    – Idiot: So I explained it, but I got tired of comparing myself to my ex-girlfriend.

    – Pyo Jin-ho: Damn, that bastard has a girlfriend.

    – Kim Woo-jin: That kind of guy has a girlfriend.

    Even if he’s disabled, isn’t his face the best?

    I also like it if Yerin has sex with me every day.

    No, so is that a good thing… … .

    – Kim Woo-jin: It’s an event. It’s not bad. What kind of event are you going to do?

    Anyway, I think it would be nice if I could do something like an event for the kids.

    – Kang Han-gang: What kind of event is this? Just take me to the department store and buy me whatever I want. That’s it.

    – Idiot: Wow, that works. But it costs a lot of money.

    – Kang Han-gang: I just need to get some allowance from my dad. He gave me a lot because it was before I went to the military.

    Oh man, that kid is an idiot.

    – Idiot 2: But why isn’t this guy answering?

    – Kim Woo-jin: What is that bastard Ahn Hyun-ho doing? Playing a game?

    A moment later, a reply came right back.

    – Ahn Hyun-ho: You fucking son of a bitch, Kim Woo-jin. It’s Lee Gyu-ah, right? Do you want to lose?

    – Kim Woo-jin: You went to your girlfriend again and confirmed it. It was your fault for getting your girlfriend’s last name mixed up.

    – Idiot 3: You’re confusing me. I’m going to do an event, so please help me.

    – Pyo Jin-ho: But you have to do well in events. Back in middle school, I did an event for my girlfriend and we broke up.

    Did Pyo Jin-ho have a girlfriend in middle school?

    -Idiot 2: What did you do for me?

    – Pyo Jin-ho: I called all the kids and made them lie down on the playground and made them look like a cloud bridge.

    – Disabled 4: A picture of me stepping on them and coming towards me, like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

    – Idiot: … … I stepped on that.

    – Idiot 2: Are you a Yakuza? That’s why it’s different. Man, even if I enlist with that guy, I think I’ll be discharged first. That guy’s a total idiot.

    – Idiot 3: Wow, that story was about Jin-ho hyung. I don’t want to do that, I’m just going to have a candlelight event.

    – Idiot 2: What the heck, these kids are still using Yeon-ah’s Haptic or Lollipop on their phones? Woojin, stop these kids. I’m worried they’re using Cyworld.

    ‘Oh, who’s talking?’

    This is Kang Han-gang, Jeong Chan-woo.

    I don’t know what it is.

    But when I held the event, the first thing that came to mind was candles.

    Isn’t it classic?

    “Hmm.”

    Move to a different chat room.

    Seo Ye-rin is surprisingly quick-witted, so I’m scared to ask her things like this.

    Choi Yi-seo is probably busy with her part-time job right now.

    Since Yua Rin likes to ask playfully, she quickly sends a text message.

    – Kim Woo-jin: How about something like a candlelight event?

    The reply came quickly.

    – Yoo Ah-rin: Good.

    “Huh?”

    What, the response is better than I expected?

    Do girls really like this kind of thing?

    – Yoo Ah-rin: Just don’t do it to me. Who are you going to do it to? Yerin? Seo? I’m going to lose interest in you.

    – Kim Woo-jin: … … .

    – Yoo Ah-rin: If you do that to me, it won’t be an event venue, but a place to summon a demon offering a sacrifice.

    – Yoo Ah-rin: By the way, you are the sacrifice and I am the devil.

    I guess I have to fold it

    Let’s go back to the idiots’ group chat and talk.

    – Kim Woo-jin: I think the candlelight event would be good. I support you, Hyun-ho.

    – Idiot 2: Are you serious?

    – Idiot 3: Right? It looks okay.

    – Idiot: Okay, I feel a bit strange.

    – Idiot 4: No, isn’t it important for events to be sincere?

    “Oh, who the hell is who.”

    I’m going to get confused.

    I’m so annoyed that I just put my phone away.

    I let out a deep sigh, wondering if there was anyone I could ask for advice.

    “… … .”

    Jinah Choi, who was concentrating on the game, caught my eye.

    for a moment.

    Someone who knows women’s minds well and knows how to organize events like this so well?!

    “Oh, why did I miss this.”

    I called Bonggeun.

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