When he dipped himself in the hot water, he felt much more relaxed and he sighed in relief.
It had been a long time since he last came to the jjimjilbang. Although he went to the public baths a lot when he was young, he didn’t remember going to one ever since he entered elementary school.
“Phew, that’s good.”
Maru sat next to him while sounding like an old man. Daemyung quietly smiled.
“People definitely need warmth.”
“How was boxing? The master told me to bring you next time as well.”
Daemyung shook his head as he remembered the master who told him to keep his eyes open all the time.
“Later. Let’s go later.”
“Don’t say that and try going there frequently. You’ll get stronger and bolder as well. Moreover, it’s free.”
“That’s true, but still.”
Delinquents didn’t pick fights with people that looked like they’d strike back. What you need to fix is not the way you fight, but your naïve-looking eyes. - that was what he heard when he went to the boxing gym with Maru. The master was definitely a good person who taught with passion, and he thought that he would be able to change himself if he kept going there, but right now, he didn’t have the courage to go there by himself. Actually, he thought that the master was part of the mafia at first. He looked that scary.
“If you change your mind, go make a visit,” Maru said as though he had no intentions of forcing him to go.
After the two sat in the warm spring for a while, the two entered the sauna which was right next to it. Maru, who brought with him a wet towel, flipped the hourglass on the wooden chair.
“Do you want to bet who stays longer? The loser treats the winner to a drink.”
“I’m not sure about anything else, but I am good at enduring.”
Daemyung sat with a confident smile. Sand started flowing down the hourglass like it was rain.
“I heard you were helping with creating the script,” Maru asked.
“It’s not really the script. I’m just helping with the research.”
“Wow, our dear Daemyung has become successful already. You’re a drama writer at your age.”
Daemyung just shrugged his shoulders since he knew that Maru was joking.
“So, how is it?”
“It’s not hard. Like I said, it’s just research. I just look into various books and take out the necessary content and just give it to the writer. But when I helped him out, I realized just how difficult it is to write a script.”
“Is the script you’re helping to write a historical drama?”
“Yeah. It’s going to be airing on RBS. It’s about Han Myung-hoe.”
Hearing that, Maru laughed. The sudden laugh made Daemyung confused.
“The drama I auditioned for is that very one. I received the script yesterday.”
After being dazed for a while, Daemyung laughed as well. This was a strange coincidence.
“You wrote the script and I’m the actor. I guess we achieved our objective somewhat.”
“Even though I’m just helping with research and you’re a minor role?”
“We can’t be full on the first spoon, can we? It’ll gradually get better as time goes. Although you’re just helping with research and I’m a minor actor, who knows what will happen in ten years? Maybe you’ll be the main writer and I’ll be the main actor.”
“I hope that happens.”
Daemyung wiped the sweat off his face. Maru would definitely become a good actor. He had already signed a contract with a big company, and he kept working as an actor. Once his face became known, he would start getting more important roles, and he might actually become an actor loved by everyone in ten years' time.
‘But what about me?’
Although he found the thing he wanted to do, he still didn’t know if he could continue down that path. The a.d.u.l.ts always said that there were barely any people who did the thing they liked for a living. Honestly, he didn’t have the confidence to say for sure that he would become a director or a writer and work in the same field as Maru.
“Hey, you can do it,” Maru spoke as though he read his mind.
Although they were simply words of encouragement, Daemyung felt really good.
“Are you going to appear in my work even if you become a famous actor in the future?”
“As long as the work is good and the pay is worth it.”
“No friendship bonus?”
“Maybe once. But you’re going to be someone well-known in ten years too. If you’re still studying under someone else in ten years, you’ll be doing good in twenty years. You’ll be able to afford my pay at least. Also, money problems need to be especially strict when it comes to friends. You know that, right?”
“I know. I just wanted to say that once. I also learned that people need to receive proper compensation for their work.”
“Now that’s something good you’ve learned there. So become a pro and pay me a lot, okay?”
Maru picked up the towel he had around his neck and stood up.
“I’ll buy the drink so let’s get out. You’re good.”
“I told you I’m good at enduring.”
Maru shook his head and opened the door. Cool air entered through the gap. Daemyung slowly breathed out the hot air circulating inside him and left.
When he washed his body and went to the waiting room, Maru gave him some sikhye, and in his other hand were some boiled eggs.
“Sikhye and boiled eggs are critical to visiting jjimjilbang.”
“I know right?”
They sat around a table and ate the boiled eggs. This was the first time he came to a jjimjilbang with a friend, but he had fun for no specific reason. Even the man that slept while snoring didn’t annoy him and made him smile.
On the TV was some news about pro golf. Some Korean won some whatever cup for the first time, and the prize was in the hundreds of millions of won. The snoring man suddenly woke up and said ‘that’s enough to pay back my loans’.
“Pros are cool.”
He felt as though the face of the player that took the interview with the prize in his arms shined. Money was one thing, but he was more envious of the fact that he boldly proclaimed his victory. A bold champion always looked cool.
“They look cool because they are as good as they get paid,” Maru said as he scr.a.p.ed the rice grains inside the sikhye cup.
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