The Best of Tomorrow [ 내일의 으뜸]

Chapter 34

"If you drink this, I'll give it to you."

The plan to get the shopping bag back was shattered in front of a group of delinquent children.

When I entered the store, the children who had been sitting there as if they knew I was coming, pulled my arm to ask me to sit down. I rolled up half soju and half beer in a beer glass, and said, "I'm here, but I'm sorry to just go! Drink this and take it!" and held out a glass in front of me. Just looking at how clear the color of the wheat was, I wrote it. I don't think I've had this percentage of wheat since the welcome party for freshmen in college.

It's not that I can't drink, I just gulped it down all at once. He grimaced and held out his hand, and what came back was applause, not a shopping bag. Kim Ok-soon said, "You're kidding, aren't you?" and took another drink. I didn't drink to get applause. As I looked at the beer glass in front of me with a disgusting face, Kim Ok-soon placed a shopping bag on the table.

"Oh, I'll give you. Give it. But how do you just give? I'm going to be annoyed, aren't you?"

I stuck my mouth out and looked at Kim Ok-soon. Is it just your annoyance? My annoyance is not annoyance. The boy who threw the corncress into his mouth tapped the glass.

"Hey, cool off."

"......."

They were the same age, but in terms of how long they had lived, they were younger than me. So why is it so scary? It's not old to be scared, I thought, and I saw the wheat brighter in color than before.

"If you drink this, I'll give it to you."

"Take it. I put you here to take it."

"......."

He bit his lip once and sighed, and the smell of alcohol wafted away. I don't drink this much, I don't have the body to get drunk with a drink, but my face is hot and my mind is dry.

I grabbed my glass and lifted it. The other kids were talking frantically among themselves and didn't pay attention to me, but Kim Ok-soon was glaring at me with her eyes wide open. And the one who tapped my glass and said it was going to cool down was looking at Kim Ok-soon insinuatedly. It's not a love story, it's something.

I closed my eyes as the alcohol passed down my throat. I can't write it like this. He put down his glass and immediately reached for it. But instead of a shopping bag, Kim Ok-soon's hand was held. She grabbed the shopping bag before me.

"Hey, what are you doing with your luck next to Seonjae?"

Kim Ok-soon's face full of frustration looks a little miserable, perhaps because of her drinking.

"Didn't I tell you not to touch it because it was your point of view at the entrance ceremony? But you buy gifts, and you spend a lot of money, don't you?"

"Give it to me."

"Huh? ."

"I told you I'd give it to you."

Fearing that he would tear the shopping bag if he pulled it incorrectly, he couldn't snatch it and waited for Kim Ok-soon's hand to recede. Kim Ok-soon's face was crumpled as if she was about to say something harsh, and her eyes rose.

"I'm so unlucky."

When I got off the bus, talked to Baek In-hyuk on the phone, and bought a conical hat, I felt good. I liked it so much that my steps were light, but here I was listening to the insults without knowing why, and the tip of my nose wrinkled for no reason. I felt sorry for not being able to say the right thing to these kids and just being bullied, and I didn't like myself for being scared.