A taekwondo gym in a typical neighborhood. It's a typical, top-tier gym, with a calligraphic sign and class schedules. The only things that make it special are its spaciousness for a neighborhood gym and the fact that Choi Yeo-ju, a dedicated taekwondo practitioner, works as an instructor.
The constant din of shouts and chatter from the kids, which had been echoing since the door opened, faded to a discordant, friction-like sound. How long had it been since the stiff mop and the paint mat had been in contact? Yeoju and Jeongguk, whose turn it was to clean up, finished their work and left the paint shop.
"Thank you for your effort!"
“Ah, it’s finally over. I guess just because a dojo is big doesn’t mean it’s all good.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“It just so happens to be Friday, and I have to do the cleaning. It’s almost like being on duty on Monday morning.”
“Sister, you’re not exactly lucky on duty. It’s Friday night, so don’t you have any plans later?”
"Youngest, by this hour, my friends who work would have already gone to their second round of drinks. It's not like I have a boyfriend who can run with me late at night."
Realizing he was in the same boat as Yeoju, Jeongguk nodded and tapped the ground with his sneaker. He'd been harassed by kids all day, and with his slightly different work schedule than his office job, he couldn't think of anyone to have a drink with.
“Oh... Well, that’s true for me too.Just with me
Would you like to eat?“How was the makchang restaurant we went to last time?”
“No, no. The people in that house are going to die on Friday.
“I’ll just stay home and watch a movie and drink makgeolli.”
“Movies and makgeolli? Something about it doesn’t seem to go together.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.
“If you drink one cup of Makgeolli with Matdongsan, it’s amazing.”
"I see."
“Have a good weekend and see you on Monday.”
“Yes! Sister, you too, go in safely.”
“Okay~”
Yeoju, who was in the prime of her youth, had a palate that didn't match her age. She enjoyed ice cream like Bibimbap and Bungeoppangsamanko, and her soul food was gukbap (Korean soup). Beyond her appetite, her hobby was hiking, and her tastes were quite atypical for an old man, earning her the nickname "Ajenunni" (old man sister) at the gym. Yeoju, who possessed a body befitting her nickname, walked home with her legs clacking with every step.
Arriving home, Yeoju took a shower and danced as she opened the kitchen cabinet. The cabinet furthest from the kitchen, right next to the dining table, was Yeoju's treasure trove. It was overflowing with delicious snacks, from chocolates and jellies to cookies and dried fruit. Yeoju, thrilled by the thought of savoring Matdongsan, opened the cabinet door with a graceful turn, rivaling that of a figure skater.
“Oh, my delicious garden~?
Dongsan? Delicious Dongsan?
The treasure chest, as if the heroine in a movie had thrown open the door to a ballroom with both hands, was empty. She'd clearly emptied the store of all the delicious food she'd ever had, but now nothing was left. The heroine, who couldn't recall when she'd finished eating everything, fretted over who'd finished it all, and hurriedly put on her coat.
Here's one thing to know: Yeoju lives alone. That means she lives alone. So who ate it all, and when? Perhaps what she twerked two days ago and what she sighed last Sunday evening weren't all Matdongsan. Or maybe it wasn't Yeoju who ate it. However, the trash can was filled with empty Matdongsan bags, and anyone who had elephant-like legs while eating Matdongsan in the past knew it was Yeoju.
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“Welcome.”
"hello."
“Hey, is there really something like a real Matdongsan stock? Or is it speculation?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
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Who is the owner of the store?
