The campus is noisy after the exams.
It was too boring to sit in the lab.
Three people fell for the assistant's offer of alcohol, and two went on their own.
The desire to go to graduate school and study more.
What can we do? Graduate students are slaves to their professors.
I'll be one of them, damn it.
I am looking into the onion skin that I observed during science experiments in elementary and middle school.
"You idiots. What are you doing going out?"
No matter how much I think about it, the professor is definitely a psycho.
The fact that I was asked to write a graduation thesis and the grades I received during that time were also really bad.
The test is over and I'm freezing to death, but you're telling me to wait.
Poor first-year students who will die under the influence of Professor Kim, a drunkard.
Professor Kim is the one who persuaded me to go to graduate school.
He said he'd take us to the lab, but who wouldn't go? Seriously.
Ah, shit, I have to go see Baekhyun.
"Senior! What about the professor?"
"It must be a drinking arrangement. I don't want to drink."
"Who else but the senior will be in charge of the professor..."
"Am I a drinker? I'm too old to do that."
I left the lab, hanging up the gown I wasn't even wearing.
In fact, in the lab, we wear gowns.
I don't know if there's a budget or what.
I don't have my own gown for my friends who will wear it next year.
I hate that. It's dirty and annoying.
Who knows what the previous owner did or how he did it.
So I bought one separately. I even engraved the name Gambling on it.
I have already submitted my thesis for graduation.
I knocked on the studio door.
The studio door opened with a creak.
The smell of oil painting.
Baekhyun Byun coloring on canvas.
Gray apron over white angora knit.
The window was opened in advance knowing I would come, and the curtains were tied up to keep them from fluttering.
"Come in. Why are you standing there?"
"I heard you weren't coming to the studio."
Baekhyun Byun declared that he would not go to the studio after the graduation exhibition.
Baekhyun Byun, a painter who loves painting.
Artist Baekhyun Byun.
"What if it gets on your clothes?"
Baekhyun, who had dressed up nicely because it was winter, smiled bitterly.
"Remember this? I really want to color it. Before I graduate."
"There's no way I can't do it."
A drawing I made when I was in first grade using myself as a model.
He put a lavender bread hat on her and a pink coat on her.
"You know the timing very well, now."
"It's time to know now."
Yeah, there were times like that.
There were days when I hated you for only living in the studio and didn't even go to see you, or I just sat next to you while you were drawing.
"let's go."
It's natural for you to extend your hand. It's obvious.
It's me who holds that hand. Of course.
Your hand will be mine, right? Forever.
"My arm is falling off. Hurry up."
"huh."
Get out of that space like space.
You don't let go of my hand, no matter how heavy your other hand is.
Even if the two of us don't say anything.
