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Did Seong Seob decide that the relationship was not for him? Had he, Sung Huin, personally said anything at all to cause this? He reexamined their last conversations. The only thing he could remember was that he mentioned to Seong Seob his own need to make more friends, but that wasn't meant to negate the friendship that he had. He didn't know. He turned on the television to obstruct his thoughts.
"So, he will be her lover this MF?" scoffed Saeng Seob in their bed upon hearing his last chapter. Sang Huin regretted having begrudgingly read him this chapter. He only read parts of the manuscript when asked to do so.
Saeng Seob had not wanted to come; and even in the hospital room he and the dog wanted to stay aloof. Despite his more gregarious tendencies and his smile so wide to compensate for the lack of expression in his sunglass-confined orbs, Seong Seob and his dog stood away from the railing of the bed.
Every time he now called his friend's cellular telephone number there was no answer. Seong Seob had a program that would instantaneously change letters into sound every time the computer dialed into a server but every time he e- mailed him there was no response. "So little did one know a person," he thought.
I didn't want to go on year after year fighting the temptation to wind it up and listen. Who is this with the dog? Mama, this is Seong Seob, my special friend. Seong Seob, this is my mother Anyong haseyo. Special friend? What is that? No, sir; not under my roof. He can find a hotel or the two of you can go back to wherever you came from.
"And you take classes?" asked Sang Huin. "Sometimes," said Saeng Sob. "Maybe we can get something to eat after the performance if you aren't busy," said Sang Huin. "Maybe. They're probably ready to start." Sang Huin and the blind Saeng Seob returned to their seats. Then, after the performance, he cornered him in the ambiguity of a "maybe" which a strong will could distort to affirmation.
The wisp of air and the positioning of the tongue to begin, "So, what do you want with me" was at the roof of his mouth. "Maybe we should move in together," said Saeng Seob. "Here?" asked Sang Huin. "I don't know. Somewhere." "My job here means that I have to live here alone." "You have a college education from America. You shouldn't be wasting yourself working at a convenience store.
Such enthusiasm could not easily be negated especially if it came from an American and soon he was with the blind Seong Seob answering questions about his life in the US and eating some cold noodles in soup that was as flavorless as water. He didn't like the food and yet his closed lips twitched up smilingly as if the opposite were true. Deferential deception seemed the most cordial solution.
Seong Seob could only understand the superficial aspects of the story at best and he only asked to hear those bits of it read out when Sang Huin seemed to preoccupied with writing it. Sang Huin supposed it gave them something in common. "Maybe. I don't know, really," he said evasively. He removed his computer to a table that was adjacent to the bed and picked up a magazine.
It was the American in him that had cajoled and coerced Seong Seob to the hospital against his will according to the characteristics of his nationality even if it had been done diffidently. "I sarem i irum Seong Seob imnida. I sarem i Seong Seob imnida." He paused and turned to the older Seong Seob. "Go ahead. You've been introduced. You both are each other. Ask him how he is.
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