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The moment the doorbell rang, Jeong Tae-eui hesitated. The peas fell from the chopsticks he was
holding and rolled. It took less than a few seconds for the black beans to leave the plate and stop le
aving a sticky trail, but in the meantime, the doorbell rang again.
Jeong Tae-eui tapped the table with the tip of a comb and chopsticks and gave a nervous look to
ward the front door. She hadn't had a good feeling since she heard the faint sound of footsteps comi  ng up the stairs.
No, to be precise, I felt bad from the moment I woke up because my knees were throbbing in the r
ain from dawn. My knees always hurt when it rains or when the weather is bad, but it's not good on a
particularly throbbing day like today.
It was a time when I had a simple breakfast lined up and had a couple of drinks in a mood no diff
erent from the inclement sky where the rain drizzled silently. The sound of footsteps came from out side.
In the decrepit tenement house, built more than 20 years ago, if even a cat entered the building, th
e sound resonated all the way to the rooftop floor, so it was immediately known.
And on the third floor right below the rooftop, Jeong Tae-eui entered the building at this ambiguou
s hour, a little after 7 in the morning, and from the moment he heard the sound of footsteps coming
up the stairs, he had a bad feeling.
And the moment the doorbell rang, that bad premonition came to a deep reality.
Few people came to this house. His older brother, who has not been heard from since he left the
house four days ago--the only person living with him in the house--doesn't ring the doorbell because he has the key.
The hard, heavy presence that stopped outside the door rang the doorbell once more even while h
e was contemplating. Knock and footsteps echoed once more. It's a sharp and heavy sound. It rese
mbled the sound of military boots.
The moment I remembered the word military boots, my foreboding feeling grew stronger, and the
doorbell rang three or four times in a row this time. I didn't even open the rice wine a few times, but I
lost my appetite and put my chopsticks down.
The man outside the door, who came with an ominous feeling, showed no sign of backing down.
There was a person who came to mind in that form, who did not knock on the door, did not call out,
but only pressed the doorbell incessantly, making my heart even more depressed.  "..."
It was exactly when the doorbell rang 12 times that Jeong Tae-eui took off his coat and opened th
e door. The man standing outside took a step back as the door opened. Those shoes that made a an
gular sound were clean military boots without a speck of dust.
And on top of those shoes, there was a black military buk that was straight and undisturbed, as if
measured with a ruler. To be precise, it should be called a conquest or a uniform, not a military unifo
rm, but the place this man was in was not too different from the military.
The small silver badge hanging from the collar looks particularly hateful. It's not because there ar
e so many people in the world who can't stand to wear that badge.
When this man came to this house wearing that badge-- formally in uniform-- nothing good had e
ver happened. Having said that, this was the third or fourth time I saw this man in uniform.
The black gloves ripped off the black hat. The man smiled softly as he met Jung Tae-eui.
"It's been a while. Didn't something special happen?"
It has been about 3 years since I last met this man. There were a lot of special things during that t ime.
He almost died while clearing land mines, and he almost died another time due to rejection while
receiving surgery. I was discharged even though I hadn't even filled half of the exam.
Jeong Tae-eui looked at the man for a while with a complicated face and then said with a sigh.
"I don't know if there's anything special about me that my uncle doesn't know about. Uncle, there
might be something special that will suddenly come to me without contacting me at this hour. ... Co me in." Somehow, I felt bad. 
It's not that I dislike this man, but I feel uncomfortable visiting him in this outfit. But come to think
of it, in all likelihood he would have come to visit his brother, and he had nothing to do with himself b eing unlucky.
Nonetheless, Jeong Tae-eui stepped out of the way with the feeling of welcoming a plague god in
to the house. The man's eyes, looking at that face, slightly curved in joy, without any unpleasant light.
Jung Tae-eui asked as he closed the door behind the man who had entered the house earlier. "When did you come in?"
"Two hours ago. Right from the airport."
"Yeah, that's right... But I shouldn't have contacted you. I don't have a hyung."
The man, who was throwing himself on the sofa in a roomy posture unsuitable for the uniform wit
h no wrinkles and sharp angles like a knife, stopped for a moment and glared at Jeong Tae-ui when he heard Jeong Tae-ui's words. "No? When are you coming?"
"I don't know. I left four days ago and haven't heard from you. Did you only come to Korea to see y
our brother? Then you walked a long way in vain."
"Is there anywhere I can contact you?"
"If you try to contact him and get in touch easily, it's not Jeong Jae-eui. Knowing what."
Jeong Tae-eui spoke nonchalantly as she sat on the stool across from the man.
Jeong Tae-eui's older brother was a person who led a relatively regular life. If he had to stay out fo
r a day or two, most of them simply announced his plans and went out. However, there were times w
hen he would sometimes leave without a promise and not come back for days and days, and now w 
as the time. There were times when he returned after four or three days, but there were times when t
here was no news for over two months at the longest, so this time I couldn't tell when he would com e back.
But this time, I have a feeling that maybe I won't be back for quite some time. Four days ago, whe
n he was on the road, his older brother said something he didn't understand and left.
'It's not fun even if a person lives only by being too lucky. I'll have to go through bad luck too.'
Jung Tae-eui was lost in thought for a moment as he recalled the image of his older brother who l
eft with a smile as vague as those words. He was originally a person with a corner that was difficult
to understand, but even thinking back on what he meant at that time, it is not clear. but… … . "Um, what is it..."
Looking at his uncle, who mumbled in trouble and tapped his forehead with his fingertips. Jeong
Tae-eui muttered in his mouth. I like to experience bad luck. What kind of misfortune is this misfortu
ne for a human being who managed to disappear just in time before such misfortune came without
warning? like this. That older brother is a person who will never be able to see even a glimpse of mis
fortune for the rest of his life. ***
Jeong Tae-eui has an older brother who was born on the same day and at the same time.
Even though they were divided from the same root, the older brother who did not resemble Jeong
Tae-eui as much as a stranger was frighteningly smart. Even the word genius is not enough to descri be it.
If my brother hadn't had such a laid-back and somewhat indolent personality, if he hadn't been a
man with no interest in his surroundings or ambition, he could have blown up a continent from the e
arth, to put it a bit exaggeratedly.
The older brother, who was coveted by the United Nations Human Resources Development Organ
ization, had exceptional talents ranging from the humanities to science and technology to even the a rts.
On the other hand, Jeong Tae-eui was ordinary. It was right to say that it was slightly better than t
he ordinary. Anyway, no matter what I did, I didn't fall below average. There were also times when I h
eard that I was excellent depending on the field.
However, if you hear that Jeong Tae-eui is excellent, it is the result of his own efforts. He was diff
erent from his older brother, who achieved the highest score without half as much effort as half of th e others.
However, Jeong Tae-eui had never been envious of his brother in that regard. He thought it would
be convenient, but he didn't want to have the kind of talent his older brother had.
What Jeong Tae-eui envied from his older brother was not his brain, talent, or ability.
What he envied was his older brother's luck.
Jeong Tae-eui's older brother, Jeong Jae-eui, was exceptionally lucky to the extent that even his b
rain, which is said to be a genius among geniuses, could not be compared. His luck was so extreme
that it is not enough to describe him as being born under a lucky star.
Even if he got caught up in a major accident, Jeong Jae-eui miraculously survived without a singl
e hair injury. What was his luck like? He had never received pocket money properly when he was a st
udent. Because it didn't have to be.
There was no need for money because there was no such thing as materialistic desire, but if ther
e was a sudden need to spend money and there was no money, Jeong Jae-eui borrowed a few coins
from people around him to buy a lottery ticket.
The lottery ticket would then bring him exactly the amount of luck he needed.  Everything was like that.
Next to Jeong Jae-eui, where only extreme and absolute luck is taken for granted in everyday life,
Jeong Tae-eui suffered as much luck as normal people and a similar amount of misfortune. I would
be lying if I said I did not envy his older brother's luck in such a life.
When I was young, I was so envious that I couldn't stand the pain in my stomach, but it wasn't to t
hat extent after my hair got thicker. He was just that much of a general envy for the novelty and goo d things he couldn't have.
Even so, for Jeong Tae-eui, who is rarely envious of anything, that was the only envy he felt towar ds others.
Although he was envious and sometimes jealous, Jung Tae-eui liked his brother anyway.
The unlucky person, who had an extremely good brain and an unparalleled ability to use that brai
n, and even had an enormous amount of luck, even his personality was not so unlucky. He was nonc
halant, capricious, and albeit of an unknown composition, but for his older brother he was mediocre.
He was just plain sweet and just plain trustworthy.
I think of them as good brothers. … … Even after living as brothers for 20 years, he is still an older
brother who has some puzzling points, but maybe all geniuses are like that, I don't know. But maybe
his older brother didn't like Jeong Tae-eui so much.
Four days before my brother left, the night before that.
As he usually does, he would stare at a complex blueprint of something that Jeong Tae-eui could
n't understand, occasionally writing chemical formulas and molecular model drawings next to it as if
he had remembered it, then thinking again. Tae-eui Jeong looked over the blueprint, but he didn't eve n realize it for a long time.
Looking at unfamiliar chemical formulas and lists of numbers, Jung Tae-eui thought, 'Your brothe
r is crossing into an unknown world again,' and went up to the sofa next to him and took out a norma
l humanities book that he could understand and opened it. 
It was a quiet and comfortable night like any other. After looking at the papers for a long time, he
must have been tired, so he pushed them aside and lay down on the floor with a dazed face, staring at the ceiling.
Maybe then, a weary sigh escaped from his lips. He suddenly sat next to Jeong Tae-ui, who was s
itting on the sofa reading a book, and suddenly grabbed Jeong Tae-ui's little finger and said, 'I mean here... … .'
Then he spread out his little finger and continued talking.
'Here, there is a red thread between the teeth. We were born on the same day, at the same time, a
nd in the same boat, so if that's natural, then it's natural and we can't help it... … Let's stop cutting.' '… … . what?'
What is this incomprehensible sound all of a sudden? He is said to be an older brother who swim
s in an area he cannot understand, but he has never said anything incomprehensible to himself.
It was a fact that he knew well that his brother was not the owner of a normal brain, but at this ti
me, Tae-eui Jeong briefly suspected that his brother might not even have a normal brain.
However, the older brother, who had a calm gaze as usual, spread his fingers like scissors and pre
tended to cut the gap between his and Jeong Tae-eui's little finger. As if cutting off the red thread of
the invisible connection between them.
And then, as if nothing had happened, Jeong Tae-eui stared at his older brother again, with his littl
e finger raised. Then he asked abruptly.
'brother… … . Did you actually hate me?'
Or maybe he had done something embarrassing lately, he looked back at his memory, but nothing 
caught him off guard. What's the problem? What kind of problem had arisen without his knowledge t
hat he suddenly said to cut off the relationship?
When Jeong Tae-eui asked that question, he suddenly looked at him as if he was saying somethin g out of the blue. 'why me.'
My brother said so. Jeong Tae-eui tilted his head and stared at his brother's face. But when he sa
w his older brother's expression, which he couldn't tell what he was thinking, but did not show any pr
etentious light, he said nothing and turned his gaze back to the book.
But if you think about it, maybe that word was an abbreviation for 'then why would I like you'.
Even if you wonder now, the only person who can answer the question has already left without a p
romise. He left behind the words that he had to go through bad luck.
Jeong Tae-eui thought, 'You're doing all kinds of stuff,' but now that I see it, it turns out that even h
aving left like that, Hyung was very, very lucky. It's out before this troublesome guest shuts up. ***
It wasn't nice at all, but I couldn't ignore a guest who came to my house and asked me to eat som
ething because he was hungry. His appetite had long since fallen off, but he sat down in front of the table, across from his uncle. "What kind of news is this?"
The uncle smiled at the barley rice, soup, and two or three side dishes on the table.
"What do you want from a young man who lives in poverty? Do only goryang delicacies come out i n your uncle's army?"
"Sure. Life is hard, but if the food is rough, there will be internal riots. But it's not the military." 
"Well, from what I've heard, it's not much different from the military. According to what I've heard, i
t's more self-reliant than the military."
"Still, people eager to come in have lined up on the other side of the globe. It's a great name, Unite
d Nations Human Resources Training Organization."
"Because I can't memorize that long."
While watching his uncle eat, saying, 'It's been a while since I've had such a simple dish, it's delici
ous,' whether it's praise or complaint, Jung Tae-eui sighed again and picked up the spoon. I think I lef
t my chopsticks once and I have no appetite. I don't want to eat soup or a few drinks.
While eating the soup, my eyes suddenly stopped at the chopsticks moving in front of me. I thoug
ht about it a long time ago, but this person held chopsticks very nicely. The way you use chopsticks
correctly is good. That grandson looks like his brother.
While thinking about that, Jeong Tae-eui looked up and saw his uncle's face. It's neat, and in a wa
y, it's a look that feels gentle. resembles his brother
Well, it's not even a resemblance. Genetically, he is the father. Even if he doesn't look like himself.
"Your brother's 3rd cycle was next month, right?"
There was no way he could know what Jeong Tae-eui was thinking, but his uncle suddenly said.
"Yes. The 20th lunar day. Are you coming?" “It must be difficult.”
Come to think of it, the last time I saw my uncle was at my father's funeral. After that, he didn't co
me at all, like during the memorial service, but that's it, he's such a busy person, so I know it can't be helped. 
This person is a cumbersome and annoying guest to Jeong Tae-eui, but in fact, he was a person
who would be treated well no matter where he was in any country.
"I don't know when he'll be back, but should I ask him to call his uncle when he comes?"
I asked first, knowing that if it was urgent, it would be quicker for my uncle to find someone himse lf.
"No... I don't have that much time."
The uncle, who quickly finished a bowl of rice, muttered as he wiped his mouth with his fingertips. And stare at Jeong Tae-eui.
At that moment, the foreboding feeling that I had forgotten rose up my spine again. "Jung Tae's."
"Uncle... I don't know why you're looking for him, but he and I are very
You know what's different? Even if Yuk-hyung brings the chemical formula he solved when he was
five years old, he's a human who won't understand."
When Jeong Tae-eui spoke quickly and bluntly, his uncle slightly curved his eyes again, as if he wa s pleasant.
"Originally, you and Jaeui, you know that one of them is my child, right?"
What his uncle brought up was a topic that Jeong Tae-eui hadn't even expected. Anything he said
would have been unexpected, but he had no idea he would say something like that in this context. Je
ong Tae-eui looked at his uncle and said like a sigh.
"Well. Both of them are uncle's sons, not one of them. Genetically, I know. Why is that?" 
It's not even a secret. These are the words I heard directly from my father when I was young. Did I
judge that my brothers and sisters were old enough to understand the language? My father sat the t
wo children on and off the railroad and spoke to them step by step. My father is incapable of making
babies, so he got you guys with the help of his uncle.
Nothing much had changed. His father was still his father, and his uncle was still his uncle. Even i
n a single phenomenon, the fact is one, but the truth can be many.
However, at that time, my father also said, 'So, if your uncle says something strange someday, gu
ess what he's saying is right, and follow him.'
Not necessarily because of those words, but the brothers followed their uncle well because of the
ir father's request, and in fact, except for the occasional trouble, the uncle was a pleasant and nice p
erson. But Father in Heaven. It's not just once or twice that his uncle says strange things.
"No. Not both, but one. Even before you were born. Knowing that you were twins, my older brother
said he would give me one of the two of you. So, originally, as soon as you were born, you should be
come separated brothers and live as cousins... The two wriggling bastards were so close together th
at I had given up on taking only one of them off, so I was able to avoid being separated."
look. Even now, my uncle is saying strange things again. When Jeong Tae-eui looked at him with
white eyes, his uncle must have noticed that and immediately turned his face. Because it's real. The
appearance of emphasizing that said seemed a little questionable, but he was not one to lie. Beside
s, somehow, I got a feeling right away. what was it,
It may be that the father did not want to tell his son directly that he had offered to give one of his
sons to his brother. That's right, that strange word must have been this. Come to think of it, at that ti
me, my father was silent for a while and then quietly added.
He said, 'Treat your uncle like a father and follow him when the time comes.'
Maybe someday, when I had to, meant when my uncle asked for it. 
I can not know. However, if his father had been convinced, he had no intention of raising his voice
by throwing up. Although he is not here, his brother will probably come to a similar conclusion as Je
ong Tae-eui. Jeong Tae-eui was a person who gave up quickly. It can be said that he adapts to the gi
ven environment, and it can be said that he adapts quickly.
"Yes. Uncle... My cousin is about to leave. Should I tell him to call my uncle when he comes bac k?"
When Jeong Tae-eui said this, his uncle laughed out loud. His smile resembles his older brother's.
Gwayon, if you look like this, there will be no difficulty in saying that you are father and son. Well, it s
eems like they have similar personalities.
Anyway, when my older brother comes back this time, he will be surprised that his father has sud
denly changed. No, I don't want to be surprised. Tae-eui Jeong didn't remember much seeing his brot
her surprised by something --- at least showing his surprise outwardly--.
"There's no time to look for someone who doesn't have it. Go, Tae-eui, you're my son from today. L
et's go with me. Pack your things. We distribute all miscellaneous things there, so pack only the ess entials."
My uncle said, rubbing his chin as if it were somehow pleasant. There is a hint of laughter in her v
oice. However, Jeong Tae-eui was not happy to hear that. It was a rare experience in its own way to
hear such a strange sound from a lover on the same day with little time difference, but it was not enj oyable. "Me?" "Yes, Jeong Tae-eui. My son."
It looked like a heavy load was about to fall on his shoulders. Only then did Jeong Tae-eui look str
aight at her uncle with a serious face and frown at her. 
In addition to this out of the blue act of the uncle who had never said a word before suddenly app
earing and asserting his father's rights, what is the reason why his uncle, who was living happily as a
single man without a wife, suddenly needed a son? "Can't I follow you?"
"Be filial and come here, son."
"I don't like it, father. Can't I just be an unfilial child?"
The uncle laughed heartily. The uncle and father were quite separated, and the age difference bet
ween father and uncle was only three less than that between uncle and Jeong Tae-eui. So rather tha
n an uncle, he felt more like an older brother.
The uncle laughed deeply and then got up and approached Jeong Tae-eui. And Jeong Tae-eui, wh
o looked suspiciously at him, struck out of nowhere. It is a violence that is difficult to express with th e cute word honey night. "ouch!"
Holding his head, Jeong Tae-ui glared at him disapprovingly, but he still smiled and said calmly.
“This guy, I worked hard to get him discharged, so I can’t thank him, what kind of unfilial son?
"Ouch! Ah! Ouch! It hurts, Uncle! It really hurts!"
He is similar to his older brother, even his hands are spicy. After all, I think it would be better for m
y older brother to play this man's son. Because of his languid personality, the older brother had nothi
ng to do with violence, but sometimes his hands were very sharp when he patted him on the back to
call for Jeong Tae-eui, who was out of his mind, or when he slapped him on the cheek to wake him u
p from being pressed by scissors. 
Uncle Tae-eui knocked on Jeong Tae-eui and sat back down, rubbing his hands calmly as if askin g what had happened.
"How come I had a long time left for my mandatory military service, but I thought I would be disch
arged smoothly... Did my uncle help me?"
"Yeah. Jae-ui said. My younger brother, whose body and mind are in tatters, is crying in the army."
“……What…… What’s up with the wounds?”
I almost lost my life at the military hospital, and all my colleagues around me started quarreling w
ith me, so I suffered a bit, but until I was in tatters... … , … … I don't know if I did.
It was a problem starting from the fact that I was assigned to the same unit with the guys I had th
e worst relationship with when I was at the military academy. In the end, I almost killed a person, and
I almost died, and I was discharged, and now I have completely cut off ties. I don't want to think any
more, and there's nothing to think about.
Jung Tae-eui, depressed by the memories he had forgotten about, sighed quietly. He was dischar
ged four months ago and is now a member of the Young Unemployed. He still throbs when the weat
her is bad, but he was just thinking that since his legs were all healed and his body was fine, he had t o do something soon.
"Yes. Why did you suddenly need your son? Where are you going to send him?"
When Jeong Tae-eui asked as if he had a crush on him, his uncle also recalled a non-playful laug h.
"My son is fine. Anyway, I need someone to use. I lost a lot of people during a big fight with the gu
ys from the European branch a while ago. I need to adjust the number of people." "..."
"..." is an excuse, the truth is, I need a lucky guy." 
The uncle paused for a moment. Jeong Tae-eui waited silently for him to speak. Needless to say,
he knew that talking about the number of heads was an excuse anyway. As he said, if you lined up p
eople frantically wanting to enter, they would reach the other side of the world, so if it was simply a
matter of numbers, there was no point in coming all the way here. However, if you were lucky, Jeong
Tae-eui would not be eligible, and your uncle knew that.
"It means that after half a year, the head of our branch will go to the headquarters in the America
s. So the two vice ministers are fighting behind the scenes, but there are factional fights in every tow
n. I have to help my immediate supervisor to become the general manager. In other words, it is said t
hat I will have to fight fiercely with each other within the branch for the next half year. In the meantim
e, a lot of petty and despicable tactics will happen. In other words, luckily between them It means we
need someone below us who can survive for a long time.” "I'm not very lucky."
"Umm------It's like a chicken instead of a pheasant. How is it?"
"How is it? Who would be happy to hear that it is a chicken instead of a pheasant?"
Jeong Tae-eui replied bluntly, but the words themselves did not offend him. If a person who is equ
al to Jeong-jae is a pheasant, then just calling himself a chicken makes sense. That's why Jung Jae-
eui was an exceptional person. I could only half understand what my uncle was saying. Half of what
Jung Tae-eui understood was, 'If you get caught up in it, it's going to be a headache.' As the saying g
oes, it was a faction fight, and wherever my uncle was, it was almost no different from the military s
ociety where Jeong Tae-ui didn't want to turn his head in that direction.
“Your uncle was in the Asia branch, right?” "yes."
"If you want to get in there, and you're luckier and more capable than I am, you'll find as many as t
here are stars in the sky. Pick up any of them and go." 
"I've already told you about the inner secrets, but you shouldn't come out like that after hearing ev erything."
"What's the matter? It's not supposed to be an open secret anyway. Fight well on your own, and be promoted safely."
Jeong Tae-eui shook his hands and, as if this was the end of the story, stood up and began to cle
ar away the empty dishes. Then, the uncle grabs Jeong Tae-eui's wrist tightly. Jeong Tae-eui clicked
his tongue. Seeing his uncle's face, it seemed that he was sincere. This makes it hard for him to refu se.
"Uncle... you know why? I can't."
Jeong Tae-eui sighed and muttered. Then the uncle asked seriously.
"Tell me why it doesn't work. If it's a good reason, I'll find someone else." "You know." "well……?"
I had no idea what the hell this man was thinking. Judging from his words alone, there was no rea
son why the person in need had to be Jeong Tae-eui. As for Jung Jae-eui, people like Jung Tae-eui w
ere widely spread throughout the world.
"Uncle. First of all, I hate the military. I've already had enough in that authoritative and closed neig hborhood."
"We're not in the military. We're just doing physical training, but the class world and the atmosphe
re inside are different from the military. Since we often deal with classified cases, it may be called cl
osed in that respect, but at least it's not authoritative. There are a general, two vice ministers, and six
instructors, but you will hardly ever see the general and vice ministers. The rest are all equal colleag ues. Now, why else?"
“……. My body is also weak.” "I know you're all better."
"It's just that I don't have to go to the hospital, but if I'm still dirty, my knees hurt and my body hurt s."
"There's no one else like that. They've all been shot once or twice and broken a few bones. Now, a nother reason?"
"And I don't even fit my uncle's requirements. My luck and ability are mediocre."
Then the old man rolled his eyes again. After staring at Jeong Tae-eui subtly for a moment, he sp oke slowly.
"I need someone who can survive for a long time doing what I'm told to do well. Still, I have a prett
y high opinion of you, Jeong Tae-eui. Even though I think I've got a bit of a grasp on you, even so, I'd li
ke to point out that when you were at the military academy, I've also reviewed the records from until
recently. You, you have the most important thing to survive safely." "What is it?" "sense." "..."
I thought the story was going to be serious, but suddenly the wrong words popped out. Jeong Tae
-eui, who was listening to praise for something of his own, lost strength in his body.
"Uncle... you notice, that's..." "Why are you disappointed?" 
“Rather than disappointment---Yes, I was disappointed.”
Jeong Tae-eui slowly shook his head and murmured, and his uncle laughed lowly.
“I can’t be disappointed. A person with special luck like Jae-yi is different, but for most ordinary g
uys, what is essential to survive is awareness. In other words, persimmon. Depending on how you lik e it, live or die."
The uncle's tail lowered slightly. He had never experienced the many life-and-death crossroads he
had passed through. It was not in such a fierce life that he almost died. It was the only risk due to an
accident that anyone could experience. But he seemed to know what his uncle was talking about. "So, what's next?" "yes?" "The other reason why?"
My uncle beckoned me to tell him if there were more. What I said so far is a face that doesn't hav
e a convincing reason. He wouldn't even have objected if it was for a convincing reason.
Jeong Tae-eui silently looked at him. He also faced Jeong Tae-eui. Without further urging, he slow
ly waited for Jeong Tae-eui to open his mouth.
Sometimes Jeong Tae-eui was surprised by his older brother. It's not about his genius or luck, whi
ch he already knows like air clinging to his skin. It was at this time that I realized that he knew me su rprisingly well.
Since they had already grown up together for a quarter of a century--even if they didn't always stic
k together because their lives were different-- they thought they knew enough about each other, but s
ometimes Jeong Jae-eui would catch Jeong Tae-eui off guard. 