purpose

EP3 

A quick descent. 

Sweaty clothes and trousers scream for help, but the owner doesn't care, so they stop at a restaurant for a late-night snack. 

'Jokbal' is warm and soft. 

I ran over to eat it.

 When I walk in, an old man of about seventy greets me in a dying voice. 

"Hello. Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone."

The old man trembled unnecessarily. Something I'm quite familiar with. 

It's his way of trying to lighten the mood. 

"Isn't the young man coming with his girlfriend?"

"Looks like you've been working out, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll have a large pork trotters, please." 

Then he looks around the shop. 

The colours of the interior, the signage, the number of part-time workers.

I look at a lot of things. 

And then the food comes out. 

The warm, freshly boiled pork seems to surprise the owner. 

I came alone and ordered a large size. 

From the jjigae to the side dishes, the vegetables are almost like a wreath. I wear short sleeves. 

The scars are more visible. An old woman who looks like a food wipe pushes the food onto a cart. 

"Do you think you can eat all of this by yourself?" 

"There are a lot of gluttons these days."

I nod, not saying anything. I start with the soup. 

I pour the soup onto the desk like I would water, spilling the food as I see it, spilling the sliced vegetables and fresh pigs' feet onto the neatly organised floor. 

Rice, vegetables, and miso soup are jumbled together. 

The carefully made food is scattered all over the table, and I take a 50,000 won bill from my wallet and leave. 

The old owner's expression The male owner's expression changes. 

He looks disdainful and ready to pounce. His eyes are filled with murderous intent. 

It's a look that's so painful. 

It's always interesting to see a male who feels humiliated and helpless in front of his woman, but can't do anything about it. 

Males are born to protect their females.

 When he fails to fulfil that mission, she leaves him. 

Is there anything happier in the world than terrorism? The thing about being forbidden is that it has a certain charm. 

On the way out of the restaurant, I'm smiling from ear to ear. 

Today, I'm going to take home a fried chicken instead of ramen.

 It'll put a stop to the doorbell bombing of my neighbours for a few days. Ha ha ha 

EP4 

17 May 2010. 

Today I'm woken up by cheese.

 About an hour early. 

Cheese is our oldest mate and a pet who remembers our childhood. 

A 'white Chihuahua', really white. 

A vagabond from my homeless days, sleeping in underpasses. 

A Chihuahua that ran by my side when I was at my most uncertain about my motivation and purpose in life.

 Maybe he's a bit like Jung Dahae, I said to Chichi. 

"You and I were abandoned the same, you just smiled more, moved more."

"Pretending to be cheerful or pretending to be sad is the same as being miserable, do you understand?"

When I arrived at the café, I realised that something had happened to Dahae today. 

A rough-looking man came to her and kept begging her and threatening her, so I assumed it was her ex-lover. 

I understand that men in their 20s can't use all four limbs, but this is not good manners. 

Yes, Dahae is a bit pretty. 

A bunny face, red lips that stick out a bit.

 Her hair was always tied up at a certain height, and her moderately skinny and athletic body was quite attractive. 

Why do pretty girls go around with big, fat, smelly men. 

He knelt down to his knees and shouted at her.

"Dahye, what's so wrong with your brother?" 

"We should get back together, I haven't gotten over you yet." 

"I can't be without you." 

She makes a crying gesture and shakes her head. 

Then he pushed her away and started to get more and more violent. I couldn't stand it, so I said. 

"What are you doing coming to my place of work, I told you I don't like it, stop it."

The man was a little surprised by my reaction and started to get angry. 

"Who the fuck are you, get out of my way. This is a part-time job, fuck you."

"You're still in trouble, why are you coming to my work?" 

He starts to say more and more threatening things. He shamefully mocked Dahae's domestic life. 

"That's why you guys work for 9,000 won."

"You stupid bitch, you can't go to college and take care of sick Amina. Try working a hundred days and see if you can pay me back." 

And his reply. 

"What the fuck are you," and he takes out $50,000 and throws it on the ground. 

"I'll give you the money, but I need you to come outside and talk to me for a second, Dahae." 

"Do you like Dahae, she looks so fucking stinky." 

I couldn't stand it. I pretended to extend my fist at the rude bastard, and when he raised his guard 

I immediately counter-tackled him and knocked him down. 

"You son of a bitch."

He fights back, and we go back and forth violently, like a UFC fight in a cafe. 

He was at least seven centimetres taller than me and seven kilos heavier. 

He pinched and thrashed like a savage little bastard, but there was no way he was going to defeat my guillotine choke. 

Twenty seconds of moderate pressure on his carotid artery should knock him out lightly, and I said as I tightened the choke. 

"Dahye, get some rope from the kitchen, and call the police." 

I tied his hands and waited for the police. 

The day's business was completely ruined. 

The policeman asks the pig

"So, did you hit him first?"

He replied 

"I was just trying to be quiet and talk to my girlfriend, and you hit me first?"

"And I choked him and knocked him out, isn't that a specialised assault?"

But his defence didn't work.

 The fact that he had a criminal record of the same kind, and that he had been stalking and insulting Dahae for a long time, made his defence ineffective. 

Instead, he ended up being banned from her. 

Why do people become so reckless and ruthless in front of love. 

If you have a small dick, you should back off, cancer.