Youngmin said without a blink of an eye. Kim smiled and filled the glass with soju. It would be a different direction than Kim's interpretation, but it was true anyway. Of course, Kim was going to believe this word straight away. The fact that his successors and juniors followed him in his military life and during his school days was one of the pride that Kim's department always referred to when drinking.
I was glad. Kim was not a type of relieving stress on the people below and did not deal with anyone. I always talked with a smiley face, and I did not blast my feelings. It was also the occasion that Youngmin, who does not spend unnecessary attention on heterosexual men, became a human favor to Kim. Of course, Kim 's hard buttocks and Honam type impression were the bigger reasons.
"Let's just drink a bottle and go in."
Youngmin, who was good, nodded his head. The thigh of the chairman of Kim, who was sitting at the table with his legs slightly out of the table, was nervous as if he was tearing his pants. I wanted to sit down and I wanted to touch it, and I just wanted to twist it.
On television, which no one else has ever noticed, comedian panels, more than a decade after being pushed out of the airwaves, were talking to the north gossip casually. Youngmin got up and took the remote control and turned the channel.
"Do not you play LG?"
The chairman of Kim was bright.
"Three to zero?"
Youngmin also saw the game. Instead of winning or losing in the game, the player's ass was gazing. The batter line of the batters on the plate was exposed out of the uniform. Kim asked the young man to concentrate on the screen.
"Do you like baseball?"
"Oh well ... I like it." It was not a lie.
Kim, Jang - jang and Yeong - min, who had left three bottles, left the Jeonju house with a little relaxed feeling. During the distance of a few hundred meters to the company, the Kim team chuckled unusually, I felt like I had to poke a little bit, but Kim started to laugh. "I went to work and I ate, but what is this?"
"It is good to drink with Mr. Kim." Kim smiled.
"You do not know how to say this."
"I am sincere."
When the young man pressed the elevator on the elevator, Kim suddenly took his hand. Youngmin's heart seemed to burst, but I knew that it was not such a thing anyway. There was a storm in the mind, but there was no change in expression. As a gay guy who has to do social life among heterosexuals, such skills were also basic.
Kim closed his eyes.
"Are you drunk?"
"No, I'm not drunk, I have to work.
Youngmin entered the Windows password into the seat. The chairman of Kim sat down but lay down with his chair tilted back and did not seem to turn on the computer. Youngmin stared at the monitor. I was a little dizzy, but there was no reason to work. Rather than collaborating with other people based on persuasion and discussion, the inhumane work of watching the monitor was easy for Youngmin, and it did not feel like work.
At that time, it was Youngmin who realized that there was no chance for him if the organizational life was a political battle. As the weekends from Jongno and Itaewon increased, it became more and more difficult to communicate emotionally with heterosexual men. Yeong-min, who was struggling with numbers for a while, looked at Kim's head at first. Kim was closing his eyes at all.
It has been over an hour or so. Youngmin went to the head of Kim. Kim was sleeping at all.
"Sir."
"Yep."
Kim opened his eyes and confirmed the time.
"Oh, I just fell asleep." Kim was not the type of person who blamed her for not waking her up.
"Are you going in?"
"Yes, I am going to leave."
"Are you going home?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to have another drink?
Kim has introduced Yeong-min to his home, Uljiro, as a regular since high school. It was not particularly delicious for Youngmin, but it was just a neighborhood where the houses were gathered, and the interior decoration was somewhere in the late 90s. Signs of old entertainers who do not remember their faces were on the walls and changing colors.
Two people who were not particularly friendly, who kept moving, needed a new topic. Kim's question, which broke the silence, was as expected.
"Will not you marry me?"
"I love Kim, but I do not want to hear about marriage." Youngmin used to always speak the same pattern to heterosexuals. No more people were concerned.
I know that there is a rumor that Yeommin's fiancee is dead and that there seems to be some debt in the house, but luckily, most of the people surrounding Yeommin who have a natural sense of being regarded as a sick part of another person. In fact, the marriage of the old people who talked as if they would become very unhappy if they did not get married seemed happy.
There seem to be no rumors of crab yet. Sometimes he would think about how to deal with the fact that he was a crab. The surrounding gay friends met once or twice with strange people, and some people threatened to outsource to their parents or call them at work. Whenever that happened, Youngmin and his friends would gradually turn into closed ones. In the end, Yeonmin evolved into a way of not even telling his lover the name of his job well, and the lovers who had been asking would make an absurd expression or a sense of distance.
Kim dispatched the soju jar silently, and put the somen in the mouth of Furulook.
"I do not want to go home."
"Why are you doing that?"
"You do not get married, you just do not."
The face of Kim was slightly darkened. Youngmin nodded his head and did not ask. It was a reaction to stories that I did not really care about, but in fact, Youngmin wondered why. Then, the profile picture of the Kim chairman who was always with his wife, whom he often saw, was empty from some day. He was not sensitive enough to be a signal to the outside, so he did not make a big deal, but he was nervous.
"Why do not you ask me why?"
"If you tell me, I will." Youngmin knew that his words sounded firm, but Kim seemed to be a mountain to fill the open space with the story anyway.
Kim started to fill the soju jar with a bitter look. Youngmin soon reached out to Kim 's cup.
"I think I will divorce."
"Oh, do you?"
"What's the reaction? It's a surprise, why do you ask me, or do I have to let go of the fuss?"
"Maybe it is."
"I wish I had this woman in her home ... I think she is at home."
When Lee was finished with this drink, he suddenly came to mind what he had to offer to Kim.
"What do you like?"
"I do not have anything special. I go to the gym early or I go home."
"Oh, health?" Kim reached out his hand and touched Youngmin's chest.
Youngmin's nipples were stunned by Kim's hand. Of course other changes have begun to take place at the same time. Youngmin was ridiculous in reacting like a high school student. Though dozens of men have been in the area for ten years and have touched their hands, it was refreshing. Youngmin felt his breathing and forcibly clasped the hands of Kim.
"Yes, I will wait."
"I have a good body.
It seems to have been a decade since I started admitting to being gay and going to Jongno. It is about three years that I have exercised my whole body exercises while I have been exercising my chest and arms.
"It's been about 10 years,
"It's been a long time. The chairman Kim spat out a school name near Cheong Wa Dae.
"Now I can not hear the empty bar, though."
"Oh, is that possible?"
"If I finish the divorce process, I have to start the exercise.
"I was in the basement of the bank building next door."
Kim made a bottle of soju and went to the counter.
"Go"
Youngmin got up after not getting dressed in the clothes of Jusumim.
"Master, here I am mine."
"No, do you mind sleeping instead?"
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