Early in the morning.
Geon, groggy from a hangover, struggled out of bed like a zombie and opened the refrigerator door in the kitchen.
As the cool air rushed in, Geon briefly enjoyed the chill from the fridge before grabbing a bottle of water and pouring it into a cup.
After gulping down the water, Geon filled another glass to the brim and was about to head to the living room sofa when he halted upon seeing someone sitting there.
âP-Pey?â
Pyemon, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book, smiled and raised a hand.
âHey, friend. Did you sleep well?â
Geon, holding the glass of water, replied with a bewildered look.
âHow did you⦠get here?â
Just as Pyemon was about to speak, Byung-jun, who seemed to have been smoking, opened the door to the annex and entered.
âMan, what kind of liquor were you drinking? Who taught you to drink until you're unconscious?â
Geon awkwardly smiled as he recalled a tall black man wearing sunglasses, and Byung-jun sat down next to Pyemon, saying,
âIf it weren't for this guy, you would have been in big trouble. Pey had to support you and bring you inside, do you realize how surprised he was?â
âSo, you call him Pey? You guys know each other?â
Byung-jun laughed, looking at Pyemon.
âWe just met yesterday. Your guy was lying flat out, and we had a lot to talk about.â
Geon set the glass on the table and sat down next to Pyemon.
âBut how did you know where I live?â
Pyemon nonchalantly replied,
âHaha, didnât you tell me in the taxi yesterday? How else could I have come here?â
âOh⦠really?â
âYeah, I arrived by taxi, and there were some intimidating guys blocking the way, but as soon as they saw your face, they opened the door without a word and even led me here.â
âAh⦠I see.â
Byung-jun patted Pyemonâs shoulder, saying,
âMan, if it wasnât for you, famous Kay could have ended up vomiting on the street and getting photographed. Thanks.â
âHaha, I doubt that would have happened.â
Watching the two seemingly close friends, Geon suddenly said,
âSpeaking of which, youâre the first guest Iâve had here since I moved in, right, bro?â
Byung-jun pursed his lips in thought, then nodded.
âYeah, Shizuka and Kevin donât even know where I live.â
Geon cautiously asked Pyemon,
âSo⦠arenât you uncomfortable?â
With a natural expression, Pyemon asked back,
âWith what?â
âHere. Isnât it scary?â
Pyemon leaned comfortably against the sofa and looked around the annex.
âThere are some antique pieces of furniture, and the overall atmosphere is sophisticated and cozy.â
Geon pointed outside the annex.
âNo, not that. Didnât you see it on your way in?â
âHehe, what? The Russian mafia with machine guns?â
âHmm⦠arenât you scared?â
âHaha, whatâs there for a man to be scared of? Donât worry about it.â
Geon frowned at Pyemon, who dismissed the matter so easily, and turned to Byung-jun.
âTheyâd freak out if they knew we were at the Red Castle, and you told me not to say anything, but he doesnât seem surprised at all?â
Byung-jun, who seemed to quite like Pyemon, kept slapping his shoulder, saying,
âHeâs a man! Girls like Shizuka would faint!â
Still frowning, Geon asked,
âIsnât Kevin a man?â
âThat guy is a punk! Real punks canât stand up to a real gang.â
âHehe, a punk?â
âYeah, a punk, hehe. Anyway, it was so late last night, and since he brought you here, I told him to stay the night.â
âOh, I see.â
Geon, still nursing a headache, tousled his hair and then, as if he suddenly remembered, asked Pyemon,
âWhat about Zion? I donât remember anything.â
Pyemon chuckled,
âHehe, you must have been pretty drunk. Zion hailed the taxi for us.â
Geon, looking apologetic, said,
âIs that so⦠do you have Zionâs contact?â
âWhy?â
âWell⦠now that weâre friends, I thought we could get together for some hangover soup.â
âWhatâs hangover soup?â
Byung-jun interjected,
âItâs like a soup you eat the day after drinking to settle your stomach.â
Pyemon finally understood and nodded with a smile,
âOh, like some kind of hangover soup?â
âYeah, tell Zion to come eat with us. Thereâs a Korean restaurant in Manhattan that serves a grandmaâs bone soup thatâll cure you right up.â
Pyemon jumped up in surprise and
covered his ears.
âWhat, what? Soup made from grandmaâs bones?â
Realizing how weird it sounded in English, Geon burst out laughing.
âHaha, now that I think about it, it does sound weird. Itâs not actually made from a grandmaâs bones; it means soup made with beef bones prepared by a grandma.â
âAh, I see. You startled me. Anyway, Iâll contact Zion myself. Go take a shower.â
âYeah, thanks.â
As Geon headed to the shower, Pyemon stood up and said to Byung-jun,
âIâll make a quick call, you coming too, bro?â
Byung-jun waved him off,
âNo, I need to go out because of Shizukaâs schedule. Unlike someone, sheâs a hardworking good girl.â
âHehe, I can guess who that âsomeoneâ is. Got it, bro.â
âHey, Pey. Why donât you just live with us? You naturally call me âbro,â and I really like that about you.â
âHaha, Iâll come by often. Howâs that?â
âYeah, make sure you do! Hehe.â
âHehe, Iâll make that call now.â
As Pyemon left the annex, he saw guards patrolling the area with attack dogs and machine guns. Knowing that the guards had been informed of Pyemonâs arrival the previous night, they merely nodded in greeting and continued their rounds.
Pyemon walked a bit away from the annex toward a white swing, took out his phone from his pocket, and pretended to use it while rolling his eyes.
âGusion!â
Using his psychic powers, Pyemon called out to Gusion, waiting for a response with an annoyed expression.
âIf you donât answer, Iâm coming over.â
At Pyemonâs threat, Gusionâs telepathy rang out.
âAhem⦠why?â
âA friend is looking for you.â
âA⦠friend?â
âYeah, itâs Kay. He wants to have hangover soup with you.â
âHangover⦠soup?â
âOh, you know what hangover soup is?â
âHmm⦠I know itâs some strange ritual humans in the East do after drinking.â
âWell, he says to come and eat with us. Come on.â
âAhem⦠I, Iâm busyâ¦â
âYeah, should I come to your castle and have it together?â
âNo, no! I, Iâm coming!â
In less than ten seconds, Gusion appeared in a puff of purple smoke, looking like Zion, with a military bag full of painting tools. Sweating, Gusion was led into the annex by Pyemon.
âCome on, smile~â
Gusion, who had been scowling unseen, entered the annex, and Byung-jun cocked his head, asking,
âHuh? Is this the friend Zion? Whyâd you come so fast, is your house nearby?â
Just as Geon, who had just washed his face, came out with a towel around his neck, he spotted Zion and cheerfully shouted,
âZion! You got here quick, were you nearby?â
Receiving a cue from Pyemon, Zion smiled awkwardly and rolled his eyes.
âUh⦠I just happened to be passing by.â
Geon, taking his friendâs word for it, waved his hand and exclaimed,
âJust wait a minute! Iâll be ready soon!â
Dressed and with his cap pulled down, Geon appeared just as Byung-jun had a vehicle waiting outside for the three friends.
As they passed the main gate of Red Castle, Miroslav, who was looking out from the window, noted their departure.
âIt seems you are going out.â
âYes, Miroslav. We're going to grab some lunch and then head to school.â
After glancing at Pyemon and Gusion sitting inside the car, Miroslav nodded.
âHave a pleasant day.â
âThank you, you too.â
As they drove away, Miroslav turned to his subordinates with a stern face.
âNot Pey, whoâs the other one?â
Realizing none of his subordinates knew about Zionâs entrance to Red Castle, Miroslav shouted with a furious expression,
âAll guards on duty since dawn to now, step forward! Did an outsider come in and you didnât report it? Youâre all dead today.â
While Gusionâs unexpected appearance at Red Castle got the innocent guards into trouble, Geon arrived at a restaurant in Manhattan known for its hangover soup and shouted in Korean, holding up three fingers,
âThree servings of bone hangover soup, please!â
Although it was a potato soup restaurant, they primarily served bone hangover soup for lunch. The grandmother, cleaning a distant table, nodded silently and headed into the kitchen.
Eager to teach his Western friends how to eat Korean hangover soup, Geon kindly pulled the hangover soup bowl in front of Zion, scooped out some bones with chopsticks, mixed some rice into the soup, then poured the
meat back in and suggested tearing a piece of kimchi to top it off for a taste of heaven.
Gusion, grimacing, watched Geon and muttered,
âHeavenly taste? Heaven?â
âYes! After a bowl of this when youâre hungover, youâll feel like youâre in heaven.â
Gusion inwardly shouted that he didnât want to go to heaven, but kept quiet as Pyemon, sitting next to him, enjoyed the soup with exclamations of delight.
âWow! This is tasty! A bit spicy, but thatâs what makes it good! I can really feel it settling my stomach.â
Gusion grumbled inwardly,
âYou werenât even feeling sick, you jerk!â
As Gusion was about to take a spoonful of the soup, he felt the weight increase on his spoon and turned to see Geon, with a naive smile, placing torn kimchi on his spoon.
âTry it, Zion. This is how you eat it.â
Cautiously observing the spoonful of soup and kimchi, Gusion carefully put it in his mouth and chewed, his expression brightening, prompting Geon to give a thumbs up and tease,
âKiller, right?â
âUh⦠killer indeed.â
âHaha, eat up. You guys will definitely come here after drinking from now on.â
Quietly watching Pyemon, who seemed ready to devour even the soup bowl, Gusion began inhaling his hangover soup.
Sweating and having finished his bowl, Gusion burped and looked at his friends with satisfied eyes, noticing the two already finished and giggling at him.
âWhat? What is it?â
Geon pointed at the scraped-clean bowl and laughed,
âTasty, right?â
âUh⦠tasty indeed.â
âHehe, letâs go!â
As Geon got up to pay, Gusion asked,
âWhere are we going now?â
Turning back with a grin, Geon replied,
âLetâs go to school. Iâll let you listen to the music Iâve been working on!â
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