T2

The man, who seems to be cutting steak without lifting an eyebrow even if a person is bullied next to him, suddenly coughed like a seizure and poured out tears and snot, and he leaned down himself. Min-joon was going to say, "Give me some tissue," but he was so distressed that he instinctively pulled a piece of cloth dangling in front of his eyes. Then he wiped away the tears that were falling down. Min-joon even folded the piece of cloth several times to wipe his nose and saliva.

Suddenly, a terrible word fell from his head in a suppressed voice.

"Scissors."

Min-joon thought that the thick, black hand that handed scissors looked shaky was the aftereffect of a severe cough.

Cut off the sprout.

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When I heard the harsh sound of cutting cloth, I suddenly came to my senses. He noticed that the cloth he blew his nose without covering the fire was a man's tie, and when the scissors were stuck exactly 90 degrees on the carpet. Min-joon realized he was guilty of death when the cut-off piece of cloth was sent out by another trembling hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm allergic to cigarette smoke, so I didn't know it was a tie."

"Never mind. Who is it?"

Min-joon sniffed and looked around with a look of "Who is this?" and said, "Tasey." The bald Yakuza rolled his eyes furiously and moved his mouth with his eyes saying, "Please live."

"He's a fraud on me."