Chapter 143 – #143. Anageum
“Brother. I’m really sorry.”
I tried to smile at Naeun who sighed and handed me the coffee.
“No. Nayeon probably goes out often, too.”
I gave permission, but Na-eun was still restless looking at me, as if she was still worried.
“Nevertheless. Oppa, if you don’t finish your novel on time…”
As expected, my favorite reader, White Snow Flower.
She stretched out her hand and placed it on top of her head, reassuring her with her tone of not worrying about me.
“Didn’t I do anything while I was on hiatus? This man.”
“Oh… I’ve never seen it used, but did you secretly make a stockpile?”
Could there be such a thing?
“I have it all figured out in my head.”
“Then it means no.”
“Do I really have to talk like that?”
Let’s live positively. Positively.
“Haa… But it’s not like you can’t work while Nayeon is watching.”
That was so
If you press alt-tab all day and write a novel like an employee doing something else without the boss’s knowledge, there’s no way this will work.
When I was writing a novel, I tended to immerse myself in it, so it was very irritating to have the flow cut off.
“I think I’ll go to a study cafe like you.”
“Um… That’s not too bad… Then I’ll pay for it.”
“No way. What. How much do you do that it’s okay.”
I didn’t want to exchange money between lovers like that.
“No. You don’t have to spend money because you’re using it for me, so I’ll give it to you.”
Picking up the phone on the table, she immediately transferred 100,000 won to me.
“Hey. Too many.”
“…I was told to do it while buying coffee.”
Even though it looked like a real screw had come loose, it was Naeun who handled things neatly at times like this.
She had been evacuated to a nearby cafe for a while, so she had a hard time resisting the urge to rub her ass and praise her.
Actually, I don’t think she would say anything if I touched her, but it was me who was rather distressed.
I can’t have sex until I go home.
Is not it. Rather, it’s the masturbation free period, so I’m glad.
After thinking about what would be better for a while, I still felt a little more regretful about not being able to have sex.
Just save the sperm and have Na-eun pack it up her asshole.
As I trudged back home, I was lamenting my situation inwardly, but why Naeun was thinking the same as mine, a sigh escaped from her mouth.
“Ah… I want to have sex…”
It’s not that I don’t have a place, it’s not that I don’t have a girlfriend, but I can’t do it.
It can’t be a pity.
“Me too.”
Holding Naeun’s hand tightly, I agreed with her opinion.
“…Shall we go to a motel sometime soon?”
“That’s not bad either.”
It’s a large room… It’s a nostalgic sound.
In fact, Daesil had never done it since her first private meeting with Naeun.
There were great spaces called each other’s own rooms, and after that, the house was merged into one.
“I’ll look for accommodation apps.”
How can you smile so brightly?
From her smiling face like a child who found cotton candy, I could even feel the innocence of innocence.
Naeun, who led me to the mart to buy her groceries before entering the house, started using me as a cart shuttle.
“This… And this… Oppa, do you like tofu stew?”
“My mom’s version isn’t great, but… I’ll try what you make.”
Naeun, her eyes wide open, glared at me as she put her tofu in her cart.
“Isn’t that how you talk about me in front of your brother’s friends and other people?”
“I’m sorry, but you cook much better than my mother.”
Mother. Sorry.
But it’s true.
I often thought that Naeun’s cooking skills would sell well even if she didn’t lie.
“… I appreciate her compliments, but I don’t think it’s okay to imitate my mother.”
“I’ll tell you it’s delicious in front of me too. Don’t be so.”
Standing in front of her meat section, Naeun turned her head around to compare her prices.
“Wow… Ah… The discount went into this one more, but it would be better for her to buy Nayeon’s favorite part, right?”
“Do what Nayeon likes. It’s me anyway, because I get the food you cook for me every day.”
“People say it’s a blessed life.”
…Don’t get lucky.
She didn’t say anything wrong, so she just stood there without saying anything.
After purchasing various vegetables and meat, we headed home with plastic bags full of food.
“Brother. When do you need an illustration?”
“Even after Nayeon left, it was generous. I’m probably thinking about 40 episodes, including the epilogue.”
Naeun’s footsteps stop at the word epilogue.
“Epilogue…?”
“No. I told you before Na Yu-jin is the last heroine.”
Na Yu-jin episode itself was supposed to be finished within 30 episodes, and I was thinking of writing a scene with all the heroines for the last 10 episodes.
“…100 side stories.”
“Yes…?”
I think I heard something creepy…
“I want you to write 100 anecdotes. Brother.”
Laughing at her absurd remark, I stretched out my other hand that wasn’t holding the envelope and hit Honey Balm.
“You have to sound sensible. Fairy.”
However, despite my violence, Naeun steadfastly began to express her opinion.
“No… How could a person do that…? You know how much I love that novel… Uh…? I want to see you every day I didn’t miss a single day of commenting that I was really like a dog. How are you doing this to me midwinter. This is not manners. Aside from at least 100 episodes. No… Let’s write about 140 more of the main story and 100 more of the side story… I’ll draw a few more illustrations.”
Did he have a corner like this…
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen someone speak so quickly.
It seemed that black energy was emanating from Naeun’s back as she nimbly bit her nails.
“Okay. I get it. Let’s go home at once.”
Thinking that I might be the one to be imprisoned if I don’t comply with her request, I changed the topic and went up the slope.
* * *
Left alone at home, I sat on my sister’s computer chair and stared blankly out the window.
It faces south, so the afternoon sun felt very warm.
Even though winter was over, the cold weather was still repeated, but at this moment, it feels like spring has arrived.
My sister’s new home seemed to be a very nice house.
The house is nice, but…
It wasn’t time for her to say anything about her sister’s house.
Because I couldn’t even enter the house I had a contract with.
But I still couldn’t understand her sister’s scolding because it really wasn’t my fault.
I was going to move, but on the morning of the same day, where was the person who asked me to postpone it for 5 days?
When I received a phone call from the landlord saying he was really sorry, I felt that my goal was really going downhill.
Should I say that I am depressed after recognizing that there is nothing I can do about it by being angry or forced?
Immediately after I informed her sister and told her mother not to send her package today, I was stunned.
…Not everything goes well when you become an adult.
I turned the chair around and looked at the small bookshelf in the back, scanning the books of the architecture couple.
Architectural magazines and books are everywhere.
I don’t know, but I already saw a lot of books that seemed difficult from the subject.
[The Philosophical Challenge of Contemporary Architecture]
[Understanding architectural structural mechanics]
Do my sister and her brother read something like this every day?
Thinking that it was really hard work, I looked down to see if there were any comic books or other interesting books, but one book caught my eye.
A black hardcover that is stacked vertically.
A silver belt was woven into a spiral pattern, repeating a pattern reminiscent of a chain.
It feels like it was designed so that I don’t know what kind of book it is.
What kind of book is this
It doesn’t look like it’s hidden, and if you look at the display in the living room, it’s not like a diary or something…?
When you extend your index finger and pull the book, a book slides out.
[I imprisoned her]
She imprisoned her…?
Is it a novel…?
When you turn the cover, you see a sentence written on an orange colored paper.
[White snowflakes! Thank you as always! -Midwinter-]
Who does the white snowflake refer to?
If it’s midwinter… Is it the writer who wrote this article?
I thought it was something similar to a book concert at a large bookstore, but I wondered why I was given the name White Snowflake.
If you’re a sister, you’re an older sister, if you’re an older brother, you’re an older brother. I guess I could have just taken it as a name.
When I turned the next page, the white paper with a luxurious texture informed me that the novel was starting.
[In the unlit room, there was darkness of unknown depth.]
