TALK | My Seven Friends

TALK | My Seven Friends - Jung Ho-seok [Mr. Bar]

"Give me some F-Quil."



"Hey, here."











I came to coward Jeong Ho-seok's house and grabbed a bottle of F-Quilla. If I spray too much, the house will just smell, so I just did one shot, one kilo.





"There you go!"



Jeong Ho-seok found the wheel. I'm grateful he found it, but I can't concentrate because he's trembling right next to me.

"Go to your room. Please."




"Yeah.. Fighting, Kim Yeo-ju."









I slowly approached the wheel creeping along the ground. Like a lion or a tiger before a hunt, I approached stealthily, yet surely.




As soon as the wheel was within the proper range, I quickly sprayed the poison. I sprayed it precisely on the wheel's back, and it seemed to die immediately, but I wanted to be sure, just in case.





I picked up a magazine rolling nearby and swung it at the wheel. I kept hitting it until I could see with my own eyes that it was dead. After confirming the cockroach's lifespan was cut off, I called Jeong Ho-seok.



"Treatment complete."



The timid Ho-seok came out slowly, one step at a time.



"Did you really catch it? You're amazing, Kim Yeo-ju."





"Enough with the thank you. I'm thinking of buying you two servings of mala-tang."






He pretended to leave and grabbed the doorknob. He even put on his shoes, as if he was about to leave at any moment.

"Oh, right. I forgot something."

"What is it?"

"this!"

He handed the magazine, which had been completely finished, to Jeong Ho-seok.

"Kwaaaaaaaah!"

It was a magazine with marks from wheels all over it.

"This, this..! This is the IU album that Jungkook lent me..!"

Oh my.. we're screwed. Jeon Jungkook will really like this, right?