Chapter 66 – #66. Cherry
Why do women like tteokbokki?
Actually, I wasn’t that fond of the food called tteokbokki.
Of course, if someone asked me to eat with them, I would happily eat them, but I could count the memories of buying and eating with my own hands.
It’s just pickled rice cakes in gochujang broth.
It was me who didn’t know why I had to pay this money to eat it.
It even felt filthy expensive these days.
10,000 won is two bowls of soup…
On the other hand, in front of my eyes, my girlfriend-sama was happily putting her hand on her cheek and licking her small mouth.
Maybe if this was a cartoon, it would have written omnyomnyom above his head.
“My brother, eat quickly. Let the cheese harden.”
“Uh. I am eating.”
I dipped a piece of oden with a fork and put it in my mouth.
“What do you want to eat with this?”
Naeun sipped her drink and asked me.
“Huh? What are you doing? I need to see a movie.”
You even booked a ticket a while ago.
Of course, [Fruits Great Adventure] Was a bit broken.
“Ah…That’s because there’s quite a bit of time left before the movie starts.”
“Really? What time does it start?”
“Uh… Since it’s 5 o’clock… Just enough time to go somewhere and have a cup of coffee?”
Ah. That’s about it
“Then, just go to a cafe, sit down for a while, and go in.”
I thought it was a good answer, but is there something Naeun doesn’t like?
Her eyebrows moved freely.
“Brother. Do you like cartoons?”
“Comic book?”
“Yes. Whether it’s webtoons or just Japanese comics.”
“Didn’t you see a lot before?”
When she was in middle school, she watched shonen manga really hard.
This was my idea to the end, but it seemed that the time came for men to fall in love with comics at least once.
I liked it since I was young, so there were people who liked it forever, but most of the people around me were distracted at certain times.
In my case, I was in middle school and even in high school, one or two people in my class always watched anime in the corner.
In particular, it was absurd when the guys who I thought were realistic after going to the army came out crazy about anime.
Puppies. When I was in middle school, I fucking teased you for being a jerk.
“Then let’s eat this and go to a manga cafe later!”
It’s a manga cafe…
I had never actually been there.
Why go to a cafe and read comic books?
You can lie down at home and just look at your phone or borrow a paper book.
“Okay!”
But she also said Naeun wanted to do it.
And if the content fell within the scope of normal dating, I was willing to cooperate.
“Is it so! Then Bob buys it, and I’ll pay for it.”
“No. I’ll pay.”
“All right. This man Buy some popcorn instead.”
Ah. What. Then the amount will be just right.
“OK. Then.”
It’s obviously like a casual conversation between lovers…
The smile on Naeun’s lips somehow resembled that of a third-rate villain in a movie.
* * *
Oh… It’s amazing.
The first time I came to a manga cafe, I was surprised by the organic space.
“The interior space is very unique. The movement is also amazing.”
“…Brother. It smells like architecture. Stop it.”
Naeun looked up at me with disgusted eyes.
“Ah. Sorry.”
But this is something to apologize for.
The habit of being taught as an assistant for four years in the Department of Architecture kept popping up inadvertently.
When I was studying architecture, I had no choice but to look at the space analytically.
What did you use for the finish? How did you create the internal circulation?
Should I call it an occupational disease?
Even when looking at the evacuation route attached to the wall to guide the emergency exit, there were frequent cases of analytically viewing it.
As soon as I saw it, I hated myself for recognizing that the floor tile was 60CM.
“Let’s go get a drink first and then settle down.”
Having never used it before, I obediently followed Naeun’s instructions.
“I’d like some earl gray tea. What about your brother?”
“I am…”
I thought they only had 5-6 kinds of drinks because it was a manga cafe.
It was me who took a little longer to choose from a menu with as many menus as a famous chain restaurant.
I thought it wouldn’t be easy to be a part-timer here.
“My cherry ade.”
“Brother, it’s not even a cherry, so why are you drinking it?”
Naeun smiled and asked me.
“To commemorate your bursting of cherries.”
Cherry. Cherry in English.
Surprisingly, this word for fruit had the meaning of sympathy.
Fortunately, the staff in front of us did not seem to have heard our conversation.
“I’ll help you pay 11,200 won.”
Naeun held out her card.
“But I don’t have any cherries…?”
Naeun. You only know verse 1, but you don’t know verse 2.
Perhaps the reason Naeun said this to me was because she had heard somewhere that cherries resemble a man’s eggs.
But in fact, the etymology of the sweet word cherry was different.
“Naeun. Do you know what cherry pie is?”
“Pie made with cherries.”
“No. Not that.”
“What is it?”
Aiming at the timing of the ice being ground in the blender, I quietly conveyed words that were a little embarrassing to take out.
“Hymen.”
“…Really?”
“Huh. From there, the word you said was born.”
“Oh, really…”
After looking at the menu board with her arms crossed for a moment, Naeun asked me again with a strange expression.
“Then brother.”
“Why?”
“Did you mean you were drinking it to commemorate my virginity?”
No? It was just something you said to make fun of me.
What kind of lunatic would eat cherry ade to commemorate the loss of her girlfriend’s virgin?
“No. I just ordered it because I wanted to eat it, don’t give it any weird meaning.”
Naeun took a drink and took me to a box-like space at the far end of the cafe.
“Take off your shoes and go up.”
“Huh.”
A cafe is not just a place to sit.
The place where we sat was closed on three sides and only the entrance was open without a wall, so it felt semi-public.
“Can I lie down?”
“Doesn’t it sound like it would be difficult to lie down perfectly?”
If you were only 5 cm shorter, I think you could lie down with just one person.
“That’s too bad. Then I go to borrow comics. Now.”
After putting down our drinks and luggage, we moved together in front of the bookshelves filled to the ceiling.
Oh… I remember the old days.
I think I used to go to book rental stores a lot when I was a kid…
It’s hard to see these days.
While I was there, I browsed through paper books and picked up a love comedy cartoon that looked interesting.
Three books…? Will I be able to read it?
“Naeun. Choose and come.”
“Yes.”
Naeun was still looking around to see if she was worried.
I picked up a blanket from the counter and went back to my seat.
And not long after, Naeun returned to her seat…
“Hey.”
“Please accept this for now.”
…What are you thinking about this again?
Naeun wrigglingly brought about 20 books, as if she had brought the entire series.
“No. Bring this much to read all of this sometime.”
“I brought it because I had a plan. Oppa, if you bring it back like that, you will have to go back and forth 10 more times.”
…Did you learn how to speed read when you were young? Hannah.
My girlfriend, who seemed to have eaten a large bookcase, calmly leaned next to me and started reading a comic book.
“What did you borrow?”
“Proof of servitude?”
…What. A comic book like that classic night story title.
Picking up one of Naeun’s comic books piled up next to me, I couldn’t help but be astonished at the cover.
“…Was there a 19-year-old corner?”
“Ah… They let me in if I authenticated as an adult over there.”
A girl who answers indifferently.
No. But I’m on a date right now, is it right that you’re reading this next to me? Naeun.
“Hey.”
“Why. I’m concentrating, don’t talk to me.”
A girlfriend who talks to her boyfriend and says she’s busy watching blue-green cartoons.
I dreamed of a sweet date, but I got grumpy for no reason.
“You like dirty things.”
“My mouth hurts just talking about it.”
…Before we started dating, I pretended to hate it.
“But why don’t you read my novel?”
“It’s like a pervert.”
Ah~ I see~
I like dirty things, but my novels are like pervert~
Still, her gaze did not move from the comic book.
Crying, I turned her head with her hand.
“Hannah.”
“…Why.”
“You motherfucker.”
Her eyes, which had been disturbed and annoyed, slowly began to change.
Apparently I had spat out a curse word, but her expression changed to that of a shy shy girl.
“…It’s not like that.”
Naeun who is sarcastic with her body bebe.
Under. If I come out like this, will you deal with me?
“No, what is it? You are soaking your underwear while reading a novel like this outside again.”
I looked at her with her eyes of contempt for me.
“Not really…”
“Do not be ridiculous. How could a pervert like you not get wet while watching a cartoon like this?”
Naeun’s response that followed was enough to stop my selling.
“No… That’s not it…”
Naeun hesitantly looked around.
“You don’t have any panties to wet today?”
…So you’re saying it’s getting wet.
