Chapter 117 – #117. Move
[Hello! It’s midwinter!]
[It’s nothing else, today the painting by HNE, whom I’ve been waiting for, has been completed!]
[Isn’t HNE’s painting really pretty?]
[I almost fell in love with the character Song Han-byeol the moment I first saw it.]
[Look at this vulgar pose. How that innocent child has changed.]
[You can really feel the craftsmanship of not missing the details of the dots under the eyes!!]
[Isn’t the reason why I collaborated with the HNE writer was a relationship made in heaven?]
[I am an HNE writer who always gives me great work! Thank you as always!]
[I would appreciate it if readers would leave a lot of good comments!]
…Ah. Get out of gin
“…Satisfaction?”
But I couldn’t lie on the bed until I got permission.
“Hmm…”
Ah. To be honest, I wrote a lot.
To be honest, this is more of a compliment to the HNE writer than boasting.
“What do you think your brother is like?”
A look that wants to test me.
“I think I’ve had enough, but…”
“Write. Will it really be enough?”
No. Why do you talk like a design professor? Get hot
“Do you have anything else to add…”
“Let me write one more word saying that I am better than Jimin unnie. Then I’ll pass.”
“No…But Naeun. That’s a little rude to the author…”
No. How else? Amman even if I gave the copyright and bought it.
“Is she on her side?”
“Aaaaa”
In the end, I, who couldn’t overcome difficulties, was broken first.
I’ve been suffering for an hour already.
My patience has run out.
“No. Brother. She thought that woman couldn’t possibly draw better than me…”
“No! That’s not it! Naeun! Uh? Let’s do some common sense thinking! Uh?”
I jumped up from my seat and grabbed Naeun’s shoulder.
“Uh? I didn’t even know who Jimin or Jieun was, their real gender, and that person has to do business too. Uh? If I think I’m worse than you and use it, what will he think when he sees it?”
“… The Jimin unnie I know is a straight-headed person, so I don’t think her brother will read her writings.”
…Fuck. You killed all the readers including you and me. You. That.
White snowflakes. This child
“Anyway, that’s ridiculous. I’d rather write you one more line of praise.”
Naeun, who pouted her mouth, was still dissatisfied with her face, but she soon nodded her head.
“… Try writing something to my liking.”
After loosening the screws slightly, I just hit the enter key and wrote the following sentence as I remembered.
[Fuck. I really want to eat it.]
… She turned her head slightly and looked at Naeun.
Naeun is looking at the monitor with a blank expression.
A laugh escaped from her mouth.
“Midwinter writer.”
“Yes…?”
Ah. I threw a gamble, but it seems like it’s fucked up.
“If you upload it as it is now, I will pass it on.”
“…Just upload this as it is?”
“Yes. If you just upload it without erasing a single word, I will forgive you.”
Huh… What will the readers who see this think?
While reading the praises of Ilerenim, at the end, ‘I want to eat it’ pops out of nowhere.
Maybe the detectives in the comment window are trying to figure out the hidden message.
In fact, this is a signal to ask for help…!
“What are you going to do?”
Naeun forcing me to choose.
I am…
Sorry. Readers.
Please forgive me for just one sudden rash.
I pressed the [Complete creation] Button as it is.
As expected, a feast of reasoning continued among readers in the comment section.
* * *
“Hi go. Busy. Busy.”
On the day of moving.
It was midwinter with a cold wind blowing, but sweat was beading on my forehead.
“Brother. Did you move everything?”
“Yet.”
Naeun, who came early in the morning to help with the move, was carrying my luggage outside with me.
I called a delivery truck and succeeded in arranging all kinds of furniture and taking them out.
“Okay… I think I’m done.”
“As long as this is out there, then I’ll load the truck again?
“Ugh. When that’s over, just wait downstairs.”
After putting all my valuables in my backpack, I told the man that it was okay to leave and boarded the taxi that Naeun and I had reserved through the app.
“Brother. But don’t you feel like you’re moving because you’re really moving your luggage?”
“I see.”
Actually, since it was a one-room apartment, I never properly greeted the person living next door, but the feeling that the environment was changing had a feeling of starting again somewhere.
“Are you eating jjajangmyeon today?”
“Because it’s moving day. Isn’t that the national rule?”
“Ohhh… Does your brother shoot?”
“I’ll buy it. You came all the way here early to help me this morning.”
After paying the bill and getting out of the taxi, our new home caught my eye.
A delivery truck that has already arrived.
Sensing that the time had come for a real finish, I continued to stretch.
All the luggage has been taken out of the truck and only rough furniture has been placed.
Naeun and I sat on the floor, leaning on each other’s shoulders and whining.
“Naeun. My shoulder hurts so much.”
“I am the knee.”
“Ah… It’s hard…”
The night didn’t even break, but I felt tired as if I had worked hard the day before the design.
“Brother. Let’s eat…”
“I’ll do the math, so you do it…”
Naeun took out her cell phone from her pocket.
After clicking on the delivery app, she flipped through her list, blinking her eyes with an idiotic expression.
“What is your address?”
“Ah. Address.”
I couldn’t memorize it yet, so I took out my cell phone and read the memo I had written down.
“Okay. Then two bowls of salty noodles?”
“Let’s make sweet and sour pork, too. I am hungry.”
“All right.”
Still, I felt very fortunate that Naeun moved all her luggage yesterday.
If I had tried to organize both houses in one day, I would have died.
Naeun boldly disposed of the sofa and bed in her previous house for her interior design.
If you think it’s a waste, it must have been things you could never throw away.
It was a bold decision.
Not all the furniture I ordered has arrived yet.
The really fortunate thing is that the bed came yesterday?
Like a displaced person, it was a good thing that he was able to avoid being on the floor in this cold winter.
Ding dong ding dong
When the doorbell rang, I got up and fetched my meal.
We decided to use the dining table at Naeun’s house, so we unpacked it and started setting it up right away.
Naeun tries to rip the jajangmyeon as it is without mixing it.
“Hey. What are you doing!”
“Eh?”
When I shouted and stopped her, Na-Eun looked at me with a startled look as if she was startled.
“No. Why.”
“Who eats jajangmyeon like that?”
“What is strange?”
“You didn’t mix it.”
Jagoro jajangmyeon requires shaking and shaking so that the sauce and noodles are evenly mixed.
The understanding of delivery is too low.
“What is your brother doing?”
“Whoa… Watch and learn.”
With a sad face, he held a bowl of black bean noodles with both hands.
“This. It’s salty.”
As soon as I finished saying that, I vigorously shook the bowl of jajangmyeon up and down, left and right.
The sauce inside sways gently and becomes one with the noodles.
Yes… This is it… This is it!
I was doing this for about 30 seconds, and Naeun’s expression clearly showed what she was thinking, even if she didn’t have to put it into words.
“…I understand, so relax your expression.”
“Is it okay if I say this?”
“You’ve already hit everyone in the face, so why come now?”
“I don’t think it’s something I would say to my boyfriend, but he really seems like an asshole.”
No. Hey. The bitch is a bit harsh…
Huh… I taught you the secret season. Eh tsk tsk.
I hated her for not knowing her worth.
After removing all the packaging, we immersed ourselves in our meal without a word.
Jajangmyeon in a new house after labor…
The first day I moved into the studio that was my house until yesterday, I ordered jajangmyeon alone.
I never imagined that I would have a roommate before I was thirty.
“Brother. Have you finished writing the manuscript?”
“I thought I was dying yesterday writing three episodes.”
I knew that I would be hectic at all due to the moving issue, so I was in a state of full concentration beforehand.
Of course, as for the release date, there was only one a day.
“Is it so? Thank god. You know that serialization comes first before health, right? Writer?”
I never thought I’d hear that word from a reader.
Hmmm…
“Hey. Even if serialization comes first, isn’t it okay if you, my girlfriend, take care of your health?”
When I replied with a little sadness, Naeun hit the table with Fang.
“I even asked you to live together to take care of your health. I don’t want to see you eating only delivery food every day.”
Naeun’s eyes stare at me as if she’s glaring at her prey.
“Now I’ll take care of your daily diet and other management, so oppa knows all you have to do is write, right?”
Naeun runs her own lips with her tongue.
“If the manuscript deadline is not met, that day…”
Gulp
Her saliva went down her throat.
“I know you can’t get out of there.”
Mother.
Apparently, I paid the money and went to jail.
The tip of Naeun’s index finger was pointing at the closed secret room.
