Toilet

Feel comfortable in Toilet. It is disconnected. I can focus on myself. It has been a 10years for joining in this company. I am selling commodities like chemical and coking coal. The situation is getting worse in this area cuz China is eating. To keep sales record, I have to contact 3times comparing the previous year.

Gray building is accustomed to me. I will take a biz trip to Saudi in the next week. “Nock, nock. Hey Jiwon. Team Leader is calling you. Come out now.” Shit, I gotta go.

Team leader told that I must get the contract. No… It is impossible cuz my price is min 10% higher than competitors. “No way Jiwon, just get it, otherwise team will be broken.” Lets find some accouting tricks. Okay, cost can be moved to other businesses. In that case, I can see a bit of hope.

At 5pm, fatigues makes me fall into the darkness. Must be drunken for standing up. Called to biz partner. He is in charge of manufacturing mgmt. He makes, I sell. Yes, we are biz partners. Moved to Gangnam. It is fun to have Galbi with Soju cuz company pays it. I am the elite. I deserve it.

My biz partner wants to go clubing. I don’t prefer clubing but I respect his opinion. We got thru 3rd round with drinking till 10pm. I am a warrior tonight. Whoever can’t make me down.

Light is hanging around brain. People look twisting they wear bling. I just walked thur girls who are dancing. They gave winks tempting me absorb into sexy sweat. “I need beer. I am thirsty. Hey Barten, Gimme Hineken.” “Sure, here it is.” “Give some cock tails to those ladies.”

“Thanks, wat ur name? Ji won. Oh, it’s cute. How bout u? Yuki and Satomi. We are from Japan.” I started talking with them. Theme of talk is various. Tourism, Global Biz and money investment… I am very good at making good mood with girls. They are students. Definitely I have much more experience.

Neon signs are pouring out. The shaking crowd pours out their own repressed gestures. Large and small waves of white, black, enemy, and sulfur shake, and pleasure reaches its peak.

What am I looking for? Capitalism logic also applies here. Money makes everything convenient and fast. Women flock to the VIP TABLE, and men make arrogant expressions and gestures like kings.

There is a long line of women trying to go to the bathroom. However, women sitting in VIPs can use separate places. They often use their superior appearance in exchange for money.

I can see her. Long, thin limbs of a white dress stand out in the crowd. It feels completely different from usual. The back and neck are deeply dug and they are wearing pearl-like shiny stockings.

She was dancing alone with restrained movements. "Neatness..." The way she danced was also like her. I stood blankly for about five minutes and looked at her. Perhaps because of the drunkenness, I feel nauseous and shake my head.

Two white men approach her. Men with tall height and model-like appearance begin to dance closely to her.

She starts dancing with them, and her movements become bolder. A man's hand wrapped around her waist. Another man's hand wraps around her shoulder.

"Natural." Jin-won began to get used to the eyes of the two men and her gestures. A man gently burns his hand on her face. It wasn't long before the lips touched and the French kiss began.

Jin-won unconsciously reached out to point to her. But I can't take my steps. She wraps her arms around the man's neck and sticks closer to him. Another man caresses the back of her neck behind her.

"Unrealistic." The stage spins around in front of his eyes. The dancers' dances become more flashy, and rainbow-colored flashes penetrate Jinwon's torso.

"Tap, tap, tap..." Somewhere in the heart is fragmented with the roaring sound of techno music.

It adds a dry feeling to your hands. It's cold. Put your hands together, hook and breathe in.        

Jinwon woke up from his sleep. The clothes were wet. However, the hands are still dry. Put your hands together and breathe in.

"It was Yoonju, but the woman in the dream..." Jinwon feels anxious and jealous for some reason. I think I slipped out just before I had something precious in my hand.

It has been only three months since Jin-won got to know Yoon-ju. As I get to know her little by little, I fall into her deep eyes. Her writing was always full of deep insights and suggestions. "I'm not a normal woman..."' Jin-won captures her in her heart one by one through her writings, conversations with her, and her artistic taste.

Jinwon doesn't sleep deeply. I sleep so well that I dream almost every day. After meeting with Yoon-joo, that phenomenon has worsened.

For Jinwon, who was not familiar with these addictive things such as cigarettes, alcohol, and gambling, "Yoonju" was becoming an object that could fall into a kind of "addiction."

Every day with her gave me a feeling of fullness that I had never tasted in my life, while at the same time giving me the fear and anxiety of a deep abyss.

I lost weight and my face became thinner. Overall, a sharp feeling is added. The appearance of Jinwon varies greatly depending on the situation, mood, and attire. The present Jinwon seems to be able to appeal to the opposite sex with his masculine charm.

Of course, this is all a change that began with "Yoonju."

Jinwon searches Yoonju's homepage. Her writing has been updated. It seems that the previous writing was revised and uploaded. It is said that she liked dancing and attended a broadcast dance academy. That's unexpected. A typical literary girl is a trendy broadcast dance.

Jin-won imagined Yoon-joo dancing. Neat, she wears an unconventional outfit and dances to a sexy girl group. White neck and breastbones, a look full of brain-breaking and vainness, a smooth leg line and a rising hip line.

The image of her in the dream comes to mind again. I wanted to dance with her. Jin-won becomes a hip-hop artist, and she is in charge of featuring a chic and sexy feeling. of flows out. At the peak of the song, the two bodies mix together and kiss their eyes.

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