Chapter 118 – #118. Furniture
Two days have passed since we moved in.
What’s really fortunate is that I made the manuscript in advance with my move in mind.
If I had been told to write in this state, I would not have been able to overcome the fatigue and take an unauthorized break.
“It’s okay?”
“No. A little further to the right.”
“No. He told me to go left.”
“My brother went too far to the left.”
Naeun Hannah, a strict interior design teacher, was directing me to move the desk from a distance.
“It’s okay?”
I lightly put my strength on the desk and pushed it to the right.
“To the left.”
…Anyway, Naeun’s body seemed to have been temporarily possessed by that damned senior bastard.
Still, most of the new furniture Naeun bought online had arrived, so our house started to look like a casually inhabited house.
When I first came, it was very empty, but I have to say that I feel satisfied because the items are cold one by one.
In particular, what made this move more meaningful was that Naeun directly directed the entire house.
It feels completely different from the room I lived in, and the atmosphere I would try to decorate if I lived alone.
Cute blue potted plants bought from a nearby flower shop.
Naeun, who was squatting, brought a spray bottle and sprayed water.
“I want you to live a long time.”
“You will live a long time because you take good care of it meticulously.”
I sat in her chair and looked down at her with my arms crossed.
The warm sunlight shone on Naeun, making her dyed hair look even brighter.
“Are you too busy taking care of your brother?”
“Me? I have something to manage.”
Honestly, I would say that if you go to school, there will be a corner to manage.
I’m only writing novels, so what do I have to manage?
“I don’t even eat properly. I don’t even exercise. I don’t even attend.”
It seems like something is inserted into the Paba Park combo, but why is Yeon-cham included?
Do the readers of this bastard think that repeated engagement is a right?
“Why longevity?”
“You’ve often seen me write next to my brother.”
“Right.”
“It took less than 3 hours per side…”
Naeun’s eyes change like those of a ferocious cat.
“Why can’t I use two?”
“Uh…”
Do you earn enough to live on just three hours a day?
And in fact, it was not that the long-term unconditional guarantee of double profits.
I just do it that day when I feel good and write well.
“Six hours a day. Can not?”
I can’t do it, but I didn’t intend to sit with Word on for so long a day.
“Huh. Can not.”
“Why!”
My girlfriend. Snow White was threatening that her boyfriend would stop writing about her.
Of course, I knew how much affection she had, just from looking at her comments, but for now, you’re my girlfriend. Naeun.
Calm down.
“I have to hit rice cakes, but I can’t because I’m too tired to use them.”
How is it. It’s fucking reasonable.
You can’t even argue Hannah.
Even if I think about it, it was an amazing way to convince Naeun.
“Uh… That’s…”
White snowflake glaring at me as if indignant.
“Hey. How about thinking like this.”
“What.”
“As long as I write and post it in the Nobel World, I am a public good.”
“…Public goods?”
“So you’re saying that a lot of guys are grabbing dicks after reading my novels.”
Naeun frowned for a moment at my vulgar wording, but she nodded a couple of times to proceed.
“That’s why I give back to society for three hours a day. If you write two episodes, it will be six hours.”
“Isn’t ‘return’ an expression used when having a good influence on something?”
“If someone is happy, that is a good influence. What.”
Even though I was talking about it, I thought it was bullshit to say that the Rape Lockroom Corruption Training novel was a good influence, but I didn’t think it was wrong to say that someone would have been happy in reality.
“The 21 hours that belonged to Hannah in the past will now belong to Hannah for 18 hours. Do you like that?”
An expression that seems to have confused my dog-like logic.
“No. Oppa, it’s just within 24 hours, what are you talking about?”
Write it… It doesn’t work.
“I don’t know. No sex during engagement.”
Naeun didn’t say anything for a while at my resolute declaration.
“…Let’s do the Lyeon-sang only once a week.”
* * *
“And. A lot of people.”
“That’s why I asked you to come on weekdays.”
Igea, a large shopping mall specializing in furniture, is so crowded that it is not a waste to say that it is due to crowds.
“No. I hadn’t been there, so I didn’t know there would be so many.”
“Listen to me. Talk.”
Still, I rode the subway for an hour to get here, so I can’t go back bare-handed.
We started looking around to see what items were available for our new home.
In fact, I had already purchased all of the essential furniture, such as the desk and bed, but other small interior items were not yet available.
To be honest, as a guy, I wasn’t very interested in props, but if my girlfriend wants it.
I thought it wouldn’t be bad to go out for a breath of fresh air after a long time, so I agreed to cooperate with her plan.
“There are no clocks here like department stores.”
“Ah. This is what my design professor told me. Igea intentionally injects more oxygen into the store.”
“…Okay? Why?”
“I heard that that makes people feel more refreshed?”
Huh… Well, to put it mildly, it must be something like injecting an aphrodisiac.
“Ah. And he told me this too.”
Naeun, who took me in front of a large store guide, raised her index finger and suddenly began to make her announcement.
“Brother. Find an exit here.”
“Exit?”
“Yes. Main checkout and exit.”
When I rolled my eyes and pointed out the exit located at the far end, Naeun told me to point to the entrance this time.
“That’s it…”
Uh?
What. It’s over and it’s over
There was no separate exit in sight.
The space was conceived like this…
“I felt it too.”
“I know.”
“Here… It is designed so that if you come in, you must run all the courses straight or you can’t go out.”
Is this place truly a labyrinth in Greek mythology in the 21st century?
“They say that each and every one of these things is a detail.”
What was the architect thinking while making this?
He must have been pleased, saying [I can control the flow of users].
“Amazing. Is this architecture…?”
“It’s called a traffic line that has been suffocated by commercialism. Anyway, let’s take a look now.”
Caught in Naeun’s hand, I looked at the furniture, being swept away by the crowd like a fish moving on a giant current.
“And. The sofa is so pretty.”
“I can’t leave it at my house anyway.”
“No. It’s just pretty. I can’t speak.”
I wasn’t going to buy it, but I wanted to do something because he gave it to me, but Naeun didn’t care and sat here and there firmly.
“My brother also loves this bed. It’s so soft.”
When Naeun banged on the bed, I went and sat next to her with an expression that I couldn’t win.
“It’s cool. Right?”
Certainly, it was a landslide victory in terms of softness compared to our bed.
“But Naeun. You know. Why was this bed not chosen?”
When I answered her with a serious and serious face, Naeun also nodded her head with a very serious expression.
“You’ve read her [Her imprisoned her], So you don’t know.”
“Of course. That’s why I didn’t order something so fluffy.”
Me. Midwinter.
A man who looked up all the reviews on each bed on the Internet for erotic stories.
Of course, mattresses with the blatant touch of cheap springs were the worst, but a soft bed that seemed like it would slide down at any moment wasn’t the best choice for sex.
Hardness in softness.
A sense of stability in the shaking.
I once wrote an entire episode of [Her Imprisoned Her] Solely as a description of her bed.
That’s because I had to show the readers that I was sincere in every single thing.
Of course, you might ask what the 19-year-old novel doesn’t have a single scene of, but it seems that there are quite a few people who are deeply impressed by the ‘bed theory’ among my horribly deep dark readers.
Of course, on that day, they held a ceremony for public sentiment.
After passing by the bed and sofa corner, we arrived at the tableware corner.
From here, Naeun started to run wild.
“With this. With this ah. And this too.”
“No. Naeun. Two people live in my house, and this big pot…”
“I need!”
“Why?”
“…I want to cook ribs for the holidays.”
What kind of life have you been living Hannah.
Do all 24-year-old women in Korea know how to do that?
It’s a menu that you can eat at the head family house or go to…
At this point, I was starting to think that my in-laws would become an extreme place.
I’m afraid…
Unable to stop her from wanting to cook for me, I put her large pot in her shopping cart.
“…Use it often.”
“It’s my money, but what is it?”
It was me who had nothing to say.
