愿望 36

"It's not an animal, it's a cute animal."

I was resentful of Min-joon, who always talked his mind when he couldn't open his eyes properly and put his eyes on him properly.

"If I say I'm an animal, I'm an animal."

And the sound of the wind was enough to cool Min-joon down. The dart needle thrown by Daiki bent with an iron sound, came into Min-jun's view for a while, and went into the middle of the dart plate exactly. The change ball thrown by a major league pitcher will not be as accurate as this.

Min-joon's neck, which checks the needle and turns back to Dai-ki, sounded more than 100 years old.

"I'm sorry. Tom likes it so much."

"He likes everything when it's fun. You're still young. What do you know?”

"No, I know you'll know no matter how young you are."

Unknowingly shouting a few octaves high, Min-joon glanced at the Yakuza standing next to him with the sound of his bones pounding. The bald-headed, mountain thief, and the stuffed bear were staring at Min-joon, who clenched his fist and shouted at his boss. But the eyes were a bit strange.

It's a humanly sympathetic look, or a life-threatening advice that says, "Please don't talk back to me and say yes." Min-joon felt strange humanity from them and slumped down. And I prayed my hands to wear out.

"Okay, I will never teach you how to cry again."

Daiki sat on his knees and looked down at Min-joon, who was closing his eyes tightly. Daiki had wrinkles in the middle of his brow to see if it was not pleasant.

"Get up."

Min-joon jumped up like a man with Yong-su-chul on his back. Perhaps because of the feeling, I heard a short laugh somewhere, but I shook my head soon. Who can laugh in Daikie's study, where darts are all over the place?