103 – Back to the writer at the talking bar (2)
How will his next words lead?
I am.
My eyes are focused exclusively on Chun-sik’s lips.
His lips opened slowly. Because with the lips that open, the answer will also open.
“Reader. Readers, it’s good to get advice now, but the important thing is to try dating. That means he needs to meet a woman.”
“You mean to meet a girl? This is an impossible situation. I’m in a situation where I only like that kid, and…….”
“No.”
Chunshik cut my words off.
And that was.
“I heard you said you were going slowly anyway? I have no choice but to keep the words I spit out. Because? A woman always remembers what a man says is important. And she clearly judges and watches whether she keeps her word or not.”
Tak-
I quickly toasted a glass of wine with him.
Chun-sik gulped down the liquor and continued talking, as if the saliva in her mouth was drying up.
“In other words. She wants to meet another woman while she flirts with her, I mean.”
Do you want to meet other girls?
It can’t be.
How can you meet another woman when you like one woman?
I don’t understand what you’re saying.
“Why? Do you think it’s a prick of conscience? Reader?”
He clearly penetrated my intentions. Is this enough to match my body signal catching ability?
Surprised, I just nodded.
“Phew, reader, from what I can see, you really like her like crazy. Like an idiot In order to become a perfect relationship with her, that is, to be a man who is not lacking for her, you should also meet some women in the meantime, I mean. Remorse? Why do you feel that way? After all, you have to meet a lot of women to get to know them, and you get to feel how you treat them.”
“But, in a situation where you like other girls…… If I meet a woman, isn’t it like playing with the woman’s heart?”
I didn’t understand this time, so I asked a little more seriously.
I didn’t ask.
“Anyway, anyway. In a situation where you meet another woman, that other woman pleases the woman, or whatever. Are you playing with your heart? Really…. Hey, do you want to miss her?”
“I don’t want to miss it.”
“I’d say go see some other girls so you don’t miss them. Conscience? Remorse? Put some useless things like that in your pocket or somewhere. Do you think there are people in the world who live with a conscience? All people are the same. You can’t live in this world if you keep every single one of those things. You will only be disadvantaged…….”
His eyes grew cold after he finished speaking.
Perfect, generous, and a master of women, he also seemed to have a scar inside.
“Kyaa-.”
Drinking the wine, he let out a bitter exclamation.
I thought.
Meeting other girls and learning how to please them……
Win her through her learned senses.
I feel raw evil that maybe becoming a man who knows how to love her might be the way for her.
‘Um… ….’
But wouldn’t that be immature?
No matter how justified it may be. What does it mean to leave the girl you like and go out with other girls?
“Writer. Wouldn’t that be immature behavior? Still, the act of fishing while there is a girl I like….”
“That’s an immature act. That’s right, do you want to have that girl after you’ve done a few immature things and become solid? Or would you like to argue over whether she has iron or not and spend her life like a scholar, then pour a drink down her throat full of regret for missing her? Which one would you choose?”
“If I had to choose between the two, I would definitely choose the former……….”
“Sure! Let it be. Why do you think it’s so complicated? What if you don’t have any iron? Who knows that men grow up? The important thing is that he lives happily ever after with the person he wants. Like iron? Give me the dog Men are originally immature animals!”
Chunshik raises his wine glass again. She and the bartender across from her asked for a toast to the bartender who had been listening quietly, and she didn’t miss out on taking care of the bartender either.
His words. His words couldn’t be answered, but something touched her heart and she sounded heavy.
“Reader. And don’t be intimidated in front of her or something. I just heard that she is so pretty, she has a perfect body, she has a great family, and she’s got the perfect career…. Are you saying that it’s like a female lead that only comes out in a drama? Still, a man can’t be small in front of a woman! Because?”
Chunsik pours Western liquor down his throat again.
He drinks really well. How much is the dose?
His mouth opens.
“Why, why! What kind of woman would like a man with no self-esteem and no confidence? A man is a horse. Even if you’re depressed, you have to act manic in front of women. Don’t be bluff. Now… ruler! Concentration. There is a man who has learned taekwondo. Let’s try it? But the man is depressed. I don’t want to do everything, and I feel helpless. But what should I do in front of a girl I like?”
Speak straight away.
“You have to give a comment like this in front of a woman. ‘It’s xx. Are you feeling a bit haggard these days because your brother has a bit of depression? Yes, my brother is a 4th Dan in Taekwondo. Depression level 5. It’s 6 levels of bitterness, but it’s just a level of red pepper. So, with that hard pepper, oppa will kill you tonight, oppa!’ You have to be able to say that!”
“Puhahahahaha!”
The bartender who was listening let out a big laugh at his speech.
I also laughed at his speech. He really seems to be a person who not only speaks well, but also has a charm that makes people happy.
Chunsik Kang. I think I know why he’s stringing women around. I don’t think there’s a woman who would hate a guy like this even if he’s a bit older.
“…… That’s all I can say. Ah, I spit out the words as if debating, but my saliva is dry and my throat is burning.”
“Brother, give me a drink.”
“…… Brother! Can I have a drink here too?”
At some point, another bartender approached and asked if he had fallen for Chun-sik’s words.
“Of course, drink. Drink!”
Chun-sik cheerfully sent an OK sign with his hand and gave a smirk a wink, and the two bartenders laughed as if they were going to jump backwards holding onto their stomachs.
“Thank you, writer. I think I heard a lot of valuable advice today.”
“Oh? If so, I’m glad….”
Chun-sik tore the corners of her mouth at me and gave me a cheerful smile.
“Okay, meet some girls. Honestly, you said you were that Hunter? The face must be likeable, the ability is good, and the proportions are perfect for women to like.”
The bartender said to me as if to help.
‘I’m serious.’
Body Signal I’ve been reading for a while. The bartender’s words matched his true intentions.
Tak!
“Ah! Reader.”
Chunshik slapped my thigh with the palm of his hand.
“Yes?”
“Think carefully. Let’s assume she has her? But don’t you have any dating experience? Right? What are you going to do after that? Are you going to kick the hard-earned love by making women feel stuffy? So while you meet some girls, you should learn how to please them, how to deal with them, etc. That’s not bad. Dealing with women with skill. If you genuinely like her and treat her with skill, that’s a skillful love that makes the real woman happy and me happy too.”
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My brain flashed after hearing his words.
It’s as if each of the clogged blood vessels in the brain is bursting coolly, and the blood circulation is swishing back and forth, raising the spirits.
‘That’s right, even if love comes true with Sejeong.’
Just look at it today.
I said I was the lead, but the date course ended with going to a cafe, eating, and eating a can of beer in the park. Although it was small, it was a date that could be a bit loose for a woman.
“Ah, ah! And a pickup artist? Is there such a school? Don’t even go there. What the…. It’s so sad to hear them talk. Bison and bear-like things pop up on YouTube and flirt with each other, all with the nuance of flirting with women. Just listen to each one until the end, right? You say that you can seduce an S-class celebrity or a passing female dog as long as you do what Ji says, so you make the packaging tighter to make it more plausible? Poop, those guys don’t have a woman next to them. If Ji is so good at flirting with women, he can become a pickup artist or something and make a fortune by attracting a woman with a lot of money in his time…….”
At Chunshik’s words, the bartenders nodded in unison.
“Oh, that’s right. They were unlucky.”
“Those flirts…. Creepy If you listen to her talking, it seems that she sees women as really simple animals.”
The eyes of the two bartenders were fixed only on Chun-sik’s mouth.
‘Amazing.’
Chun-shik is much older than his youth. The attention of the two younger bartenders is focused on Kang Chun-shik. The bartender, who had a slightly flirtatious crush on me, who was more handsome and younger than Chun-shik, also seemed to have fallen for Chun-shik in half.
‘Looks aren’t everything to a woman. Attractiveness. This kind of charm.’
Chunsik is having a passionate conversation with the bartender while drinking wine.
I seem to have bothered Chunsik a bit today. It seems polite to leave it at this point.
‘Because I can’t take any more of his time. No matter how much I am his reader.’
I got up slowly.
“Writer. Thank you for today. Nice words….”
Chun-sik waved her hand as I sent a folder greeting in gratitude.
“No, no. Come back anytime if my words help. What am I, can’t I give you one piece of advice like this? Rather… If you’re thinking of paying for my drink again like back then, fold it.”
“No, today I will pay and go. In return for taking the author’s time… “
“No, no!! Reader. I have money too. Today, I’m going to make a special calculation for you, the reader. This is my sincerity, so please don’t refuse me twice! If I have one request, please enjoy reading my novel. Because that’s what I, as a writer, ask my readers.”
“Ah… ….”
This person. It’s so charming.
I can feel the affection of people.
Thankfully, I opened my wallet and tried to pay, but he jumped ahead and paid with his card.
“Oh, I was so thankful today, but I even got a drink… ….”
“Thank you. Are you leaving now, reader?”
“Yes. I just want to go.”
“I really hope that all the grateful readers who read my novel do well. Isn’t the handsome reader the same?”
Chunshik gives me a wink as I move forward.
Poop, I naturally laughed at his smirk.
I said my final goodbyes to him and left the bar.
It is late at night.
You can hardly see a single person on the street.
‘That’s right.’
I repeated Chunshik’s words in my head.
The advice he gave. Concerns and final choices are my share.
I touched my cell phone.
-12Th AM 03:05
It’s already three o’clock in the morning.
Less than two weeks left. I intend to rest comfortably in the present world.
That’s how I energized my steps toward home.
* * *
“Whoa-“
The sound of a stretched sigh came from Hye-ryeong’s mouth.
I looked at the calendar with narrow eyes.
14 Days. Wednesday.
‘It’s today.’
The day she goes to the place she goes once a month.
After wearing her hat tightly and putting a cardigan over her slender body, Hye-ryeong came out wearing her hat and putting a cardigan hood over her head.
She walked down the street and saw a sign where she had arrived.
I went into the hospital wearing a perfect make-up, including a mask, hat, and hooded cardigan to block people’s eyes.
The nurse at the counter asked.
“My name?”
-Kang Hye-ryeong.
“Yes?”
“My name is Kang Hye-ryeong….”
I couldn’t hear the whispering, so I answered nervously, pinching my lips at the nurse who asked again.
“Okay, please sit down.”
Hye-ryeong looked down at her and sat on the sofa in her waiting room.
Twist her legs, and put her face down.
‘Whew. It bothers me every time I come here?’
Psychiatry is a place where many people just get hurt.
However, I know that other people’s eyes are not like that, so I feel really painful and conscious of my gaze during the time I come here.
After a while.
“Hyeryeong Kang! Please go in.”
Hyeryeong glared at the nurse with cold eyes at the nurse’s name.
“Could you call me by my first name?”
“Oh, yes.”
At Hye-ryeong’s harsh attitude, the nurse gave an embarrassing answer.
Knock-
When I entered the treatment room, a pretty woman in her thirties wearing a white coat smiled.
“Ah, Hye-ryeong? Welcome.”
“Yes.”
Hye-ryeong takes off her mask that covers her mouth and takes off her hat.
I don’t know about other people, but I feel a little comfortable in front of this doctor, Kim In-ae.
“Isn’t the weather nice today? How have you been doing?”
In-ae with a kind smile.
“Yeah, I think I’m doing fine.”
Hyeryeong always put on a cold and wary expression in front of others.
However, in front of Dr. Kim In-ae, Hye-ryeong’s expression softened and she looked more comfortable than ever.
After having a casual conversation a few times.
“Teacher. How long do I have to take the medicine?”
Hyeryeong asked in a mournful tone.
In-ae, who knows her story well, sees Hye-ryeong with her pitiful eyes.
“You have to eat until you feel better. Hye-ryeong Mr. Are you still having a hard time?”
“Power, power…. Wow, big! Oh, why bother again….”
Hye-ryeong, thinking that falling from her eyes was embarrassing, lowered her head.
“If you want to cry, cry. Hye-ryung knows that that’s not a bad thing.”
“If I only take psychiatric medications, I feel hazy and sleepy…. How long will she have to live on this? Yes?”
“Mr. Hye-ryeong….”
In-ae’s expression darkened as well. Her loving eyes turned to the chart in front of her own desk.
Kang Hye-ryeong A chart with the name of her disease written on it.
The name of her disease was this.