47 – MOOD FOR LOVE (9)

The sound of panting sighs and the dry sensation of the blanket. Soaked body and burned emotions. After the ecstatic moments where I had to list the words because it was difficult to express in one sentence, I always felt regret and aftertaste in my head.

Benuel sat next to me, holding onto the blanket, and lit a cigarette again. Tobacco, which had been airlifted from the elves’ forest, smelled like flowers when lit, and the smoke smelled like dry firewood. With each deep inhalation and exhalation, the scent soaked into her body, and being next to Bunuel felt like hugging a tree in the rain.

“It was good.”

Penuel blushed and said so. With a face full of shyness uncharacteristic of an elf, she threw out a word, pulled the blanket up to her neck, shook her head coldly, and looked at me again, expecting my answer.

I responded by brushing her hair and hugging her to my chest. It was because when I couldn’t think of a certain expression, it was more certain to show it with my body. She pressed herself against my chest and handed me a cigarette.

The half-burnt cigarette dripped ashes onto the blanket and black powder rolled off the bed onto the floor. I said holding her hand.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Try to smoke it just once.”

If you ask twice, you can’t refuse. I hung my head and inhaled deeply the cigarette she had asked for. The smell of wet smoke penetrated my body and my eyes became hazy for a moment. As I let out the warm energy in my mouth and spit it out, I saw Bunuel smiling through the smoke.

Maybe I was intoxicated with acting and fantasizing. It was because after I wiped the white smoke that was blocking my vision with my hand and rubbed my eyes, Benuel was still staring at me with a sullen expression.

“how is it?”

“It is unique. what… … . I can’t express it. It’s like being in a forest.”

“I smoke for that taste. When I was at the academy, when I took a sip of it and breathed in, it reminded me of the forest.”

After saying that, Benuel asked for a cigarette again. I wiped the cigarette smoke that crawled out between my lips with my hand, and Benuel looked at me again with a blunt face. The woman who had been stained with excitement and pleasure a moment ago was not here.

However, the wet eyes and disheveled clothes proved that she had an enchanting time with me. She threw a cigarette into the ashtray and put her hand on my chest.

“When I miss the forest, I smoke. What should I do if I miss you?”

Her fingers drew a picture on my chest. Two round hills. A diagonal line connecting the ends of two hills to each other. I said, stroking her wrist.

“Memories should be left as memories.”

Didn’t you agree to spend a night of memories? This kind of change of heart happened often, and I had to hear a sad story every time I took it off. Penuel also looked at me blankly and continued.

“If I get married, I will treat you well. I’ll cook you delicious meals every day, and I’ll go with you to the seminar. You rub my shoulders when you are tired of studying, and you chat with me over coffee. And when Millet visits, the two of us hug each other, and the three of us go on a picnic. You decide where to go for the picnic, and do the things that Millet likes the most and will enjoy.”

It was a charming story. One day, I also dreamed of such a family.

“….I’m sorry. wife.”

When I gently pushed her hand away, Benuel said with a firm face.

“…..You are unkind.”

“I have many women. A prodigal person like me… … . It doesn’t suit your wife.”

Benuel shook his head. She hadn’t heard of my dissipation or that I was going away. She just said this.

“it’s okay.”

“I am going far away now. You may not be able to come back.”

“I can wait.”

“wife.”

When I called for Punuel, she shook her head without me saying anything. And he looked at me with clear eyes. I looked into those round eyes and shook my head. We stared straight into each other’s faces and had conversations without dialogue.

As soon as Benuel exhaled, avoiding my gaze, I spoke quietly.

“I will not be coming back. I’d go far, live a more riotous life, and forget your wife. Maybe even start a family there. It’s just one night, isn’t it?”

Penuel did not answer.

He turned his head away from me and hunched his shoulders, clutching the blanket. I heard the sound of breathing and picked up my clothes with the blanket wrapped around me.

I was used to seeing him leave me in bed. A woman lonely changing clothes and I sitting on the bed and watching. It never occurred to me which of the two would feel more miserable and empty.

Heading to the closet, she exposed her naked body, dropped the fabric, and changed into new clothes. Still attractive, I stopped looking at her and reached for the clothes I had dropped.

We changed our clothes without a word.

The sound of my clothes brushing continued as if mimicking the night of pleasure, and the crumpled cloth was pushed toward me like a wave, kicked by Penuel’s light kick. Buñuel said as he buttoned up his buttons.

“What if we met in a different place, differently? We met at the academy, for example.”

“I would have started a family.”

“But why? isn’t it now? Is there a difference between the two?”

I nodded. She didn’t look, but I still nodded and said.

“Since the fall of the Empire, I have never thought that I would start a family and love anyone. Don’t you have such an experience? After the tower you built collapses, you don’t want to do anything. just… … . It’s just alive. If they think they are lonely, they will meet someone in a similar situation and cling to them, and run away when their needs are satisfied.”

I thought my life was like a mosquito.

A life like a bug that can never be fixed and no one can change.

Punuel was also a victim of my bite, and I shamelessly appealed my pity to the perpetrator.

“I’ll wait.”

I felt lost in her words. I blinked and tried to understand the words, but decided to give up thinking deeply. Our conversation ended because she didn’t go on any further.

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Got up like that

Punuel unlocked the lock and moved forward first. A little later after she left, I moved. On the first floor, party members who had just woken up sat yawning or rubbing their eyes. Lena, who seems to have fallen asleep, stretched out and made a refreshing expression and waved her hand at me.

“Did you wake up early?”

“Yes.”

“Porter. When you wake up, put the duvet on properly. This is someone else’s house, isn’t it?”

“Oops, I’m sorry. Because I woke up a little early, I was walking around in fear of waking you up, but it seems that I forgot because of that wind.”

I smiled and folded the blanket. On the second floor railing, Benuel was watching us. Lena hugged Millet, who had just woken up, and asked if she had a good night.

Buñuel smoked a cigarette as usual, then stared into space again with a blank expression.

******

[“Try to laugh.”

There are two elves facing each other. A woman with a slightly more mature appearance put her hand in the young elf’s mouth. Then, raise the corners of your mouth to the sides and turn your face toward the mirror.

“Try to laugh. like this.”

Young elf tries to laugh. However, there is no elf that can laugh heartily in such a situation. An awkwardly crooked laugh. The corner of the mouth is half twisted and the eyebrows are twisted, and the smile becomes an ugly image in the mirror, carving a nightmare for the young elf.

However, mature elves are merciless. She forced a smile into the young elf’s face once again. His cheeks were crushed and his teeth were showing through the cracks in his lips, making him look ridiculous. However, the young elf couldn’t even smile when he saw it.

My weight hurts, and I’m scared because my face is strained.

“You can do it. Smile because you can.”

However, mature elves do not understand the minds of young elves. One thing she believes in It’s just that this little elf can smile brightly.

“Benuel. You should laugh.”

“But, Mom. I can’t laugh now.”

Even if the young elf cries while talking, the mature elf continues with immature remarks.

“Humans laugh even when they don’t want to laugh. You can feel emotions like that human being.”

“scary. mom.”

“It’s okay, Benuel.”

There are two elves facing each other. A woman with a slightly more mature appearance put her hand in the young elf’s mouth. Then, raise the corners of your mouth to the sides and turn your face toward the mirror.

“Smile.”]

*****

“mom! good morning!”

Millet said that with a bright expression. Waking up from his thoughts, Benuel looked at Millet again and waved to her.

Millet waved harder to avoid losing to Punuel and greeted the hero. The hero greeted Punuel with an awkward expression, and accepted Millet’s greeting as well.

Penuel told us.

“Enjoyed.”

Benuel looked at me and said so. Her gaze wavered, but her emotions caught on. We, who would have been happy if we had met elsewhere, were distorted by the eccentricity of a dissolute man.

The chijeonggeuk ended with that.

The sound of the door closing and the quiet first floor.

Voices echoed, and footsteps on the second floor could be faintly heard.

Millet talked to us as if nothing happened in the midst of it.

“Let’s go eat breakfast!”

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