Chapter 12 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum
A week later, at a tripe restaurant near Hongdae.
The restaurant, located midway on the road leading to the club street from the subway, is always bustling. It's not just its prime location; the food is exceptional too.
I opened the door of the tripe restaurant and looked for Young-ju.
I wasnt late for our appointment, but since Young-jus finishing time and mine were different, I guessed she might have arrived first. And sure enough, there she was, sitting alone in a corner, drinking.
I quickly went over to where my friend was and put down my tool bag, glancing at the table.
Beef tripe was sizzling on the pan, yet untouched. She must have timed it to be ready when I arrived.
Young-ju was drinking soju with the complimentary gopchang, already one empty bottle rolling around, and she was working on a new one.
You never change, Seo Young-ju.
Young-ju, who had finished a bottle of soju without a change in her face color, lifted her head. Her hair was neatly tied up in a net, and she was wearing a pinkish dress.
Are you going somewhere fancy after this?
Damn, why are you so late, you bastard.
Young-ju, pretty and feminine in appearance but with a manly way of speaking. Of course, we were school friends. I gestured towards the wall clock in the restaurant and said,
I'm right on time.
You know my finishing time. Finish your work early and come, you bastard. Its not like you have a fixed time.
Well, thats true. But do you know what it feels like to live day by day? Young-ju shakes the soju bottle.
First, three shots for being late.
When I heard this at the first drinking party with Youngju in college, I thought it was a joke.
Turns out it meant the latecomer has to start by taking three shots, using the characters (after), (coming), and (person).
After three consecutive shots, I put down my glass and picked a piece of tripe, closing my eyes.
Wow, how long has it been since Ive had tripe? Its melting in my mouth.
"Are you siding with those guys too?"
"Ha, not really."
"Ah, it's so stressful."
"Just drink some alcohol, let's have a drink and go to sleep."
We passed the drink back and forth, inquiring about each other's well-being, and then shifted the conversation to the art competition.
"Did you finalize and submit the cat drawing from Eve Clang that you mentioned before?"
"Yeah, what about you?"
"I... drew a family picture."
"What?"
Yeongju looked incredulous and said,
"You drew a family picture? On a fridge? Are you crazy? Who would use something like that in this era? Ah! You've totally wasted this competition, you idiot."
"Stop cursing. How old are you to still be talking like that?"
"Nobody at the company knows I curse well."
"But why do you only curse at me?"
"Because you do things that deserve it."
Even though she speaks like that, she probably thinks of me as someone comfortable. Yeongju is the only friend who worries about me.
Yeongju asked several times if I really submitted a real family photo and then sighed.
"Well, it's okay to do what you want for once. But don't get your hopes up. A fridge with a family drawing on it. Just imagining it is dreadful."
Haha, what if that was a painting by Alphonse Mucha? Of course, it might get rejected for not fitting the trend, or the judges might not understand the hidden meaning. Then, there's nothing I can do about it.
"Let's just drink for now."
