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나이와 성별, 키와 몸무게, 점수와 등수, 팔로워와 좋아요 수, 월급과 통장 잔고. 그건 그냥 숫자일 뿐이야. 그건 너의 일부일 뿐, 결코 너의 전부가 아니야. 그건 그의 일부일 뿐, 결코 그의 전부가 아니야.

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Lost in Analysis (Winter x Male OC)

5k words, smut, fluff, happiness, data

Winter x Male OC

The thing about Junho Kim's[1] weekly debriefs with Minjeong Kim was that they followed a precise algorithm, an almost liturgical routine that both participants had wordlessly agreed upon circa Winter's third month of employment (viz. April 2024). The format went as follows: Winter would arrive at exactly 18:30 on Friday bearing a leather-bound portfolio containing the week's logistics reports, margin analyses, and projected Q3/Q4 modeling scenarios. Junho would pretend to study these for exactly twelve minutes while Winter sat in the ergonomic chair across his desk, her accent becoming pronounced in direct proportion to her anxiety level[2].

What happened on this particular Friday deviated from the algorithm in ways that would later prove significant, starting with Winter's arrival at 18:27[3].

"The Busan account numbers are off," Junho said, his photographic memory already detecting a 0.03% discrepancy in the third-quarter projections. The words emerged with the mechanical precision of someone who had learned human speech through technical manuals rather than conversation. "This is—" he paused, index finger tapping against his mahogany desk in a rapidfire motion that Winter had learned to recognize as his pre-explosion tell, "—unacceptable."

And then something unprecedented occurred.

Instead of her usual composed absorption of his critique, Winter's face crumpled into what could only be described as a squeaky whimper, a sound so incongruous with her usual professional demeanor that it seemed to physically stun Junho into silence. It was the acoustic equivalent of watching a Mercedes-Benz hiccup.

The algorithm crashed.

—

[1] Junho Kim, CEO of Quantum Logistics Solutions, net worth $2.3B (₩3.1T), possessed what his former Harvard professors called "an almost frightening capacity for data retention" and what his former therapist (sessions terminated after 2.5 meetings) called "a pathological inability to process emotional bandwidth."

[2] A phenomenon her roommate had dubbed "The Accent Anxiety Index," where her carefully practiced Seoul pronunciation would gradually give way to her native Busan satoori, ranging from barely detectable at Level 1 ("감사합니다") to full coastal at Level 10 ("아이고, 사장님, 이 숫자 영 아니네요").

[3] The 3-minute early arrival would later be explained by a complex series of events involving a broken elevator, two flights of stairs, and Winter's determination not to let her carefully constructed timeline collapse due to mechanical failure.

—

The following Friday's debrief began with Junho actually pulling out Winter's chair[4], a gesture so unexpected that she nearly missed the seat entirely. The portfolio was reviewed. The whiskey was poured (Junho's usual Macallan 25, Winter's Hwayo 41). And then, somewhere between the second and third drink, Winter's accent kicked into what would later be classified as Level 11 on the Southern Comfort Scale.

"You know what your problem is, sajangnim?" Minjeong's words carried the warm weight of soju and suppressed frustration, her carefully maintained Seoul accent dissolving entirely into coastal inflections. "당신은 인생을 마치 스프레드시트처럼 대하시네요. Everything must calculate perfectly, but people aren't numbers, and some of us are tired of being debugged like broken code."

Junho's finger stopped its habitual tapping mid-motion[5].

—

[4] A gesture learned from a WikiHow article titled "Basic Human Courtesy: A Beginner's Guide" that Junho had queued up on his tablet at 3:47 AM the previous Tuesday.

[5] Later analysis would reveal this as the exact moment Junho Kim, master of algorithms and logistics, encountered a variable his photographic memory couldn't process: genuine human connection.[6]

The office fell into a silence that could be measured in heartbeats (Junho's: an efficient 72 BPM; Minjeong's: an elevated 98 BPM). Outside, Seoul's financial district performed its usual Friday night exodus, the sound of departing Mercedes and BMWs creating a capitalistic symphony twenty-three floors below.

"시간이..." Minjeong continued, her Busan accent now operating at what could only be classified as Level 12[7], "Time isn't just money, 사장님. Sometimes it's just... time. Like those lunches you wolf down in exactly eight minutes while reading reports. Or these Friday meetings where you never actually look at me, just through me at some invisible spreadsheet floating in the air behind my head."

Junho's hand, still frozen mid-tap, slowly lowered to the desk. His photographic memory began involuntarily cataloging details it had somehow missed during their previous 47 debriefs: the way Minjeong's left hand always fidgeted with her portfolio's corner when nervous, how her voice carried traces of sea salt and summer festivals despite years of Seoul speech coaching, the fact that she had memorized his coffee preferences down to the precise temperature (81°C, no higher, no lower).

"I do look at you," he said, then immediately registered the statistical improbability of his own response[8].

Minjeong's laugh carried the particular timber of someone who had been holding it in reserve for approximately 11.7 months. "아니요, you really don't. You look at KPIs and performance metrics and quarterly projections. Did you know," she leaned forward, her accent thick as Busan fog, "that I've worn the same earrings every Friday for three months just to see if you'd notice?"

The earrings in question were small silver cranes, Junho's memory instantly supplied, purchased from a street vendor in Gukje Market during last quarter's Busan office inspection, chosen because their wings formed the mathematical symbol for infinity when viewed from the correct angle[9].

—

[6] A concept that would later require Junho to create an entirely new category in his mental filing system, located somewhere between "Acceptable Business Practices" and "Breathing Exercises (Mandatory)."

[7] A previously theoretical level on the Accent Anxiety Index, characterized by the complete abandonment of Seoul linguistic pretense and the emergence of what Minjeong's mother would call "우리 딸의 진짜 목소리" (our daughter's real voice).

[8] Statistical analysis of Junho's daily eye contact patterns, conducted by his personal AI assistant, revealed an average sustained eye contact duration of 1.3 seconds with all employees, making his current 4.7-second gaze at Minjeong a 361.5% deviation from the mean.

[9] A detail that would have impressed Junho greatly had he noticed it at the time of purchase, rather than at this precise moment when his brain was simultaneously trying to process the concept of infinity and the way Minjeong's eyes reflected the city lights like binary code translated into stardust.

—

The Hwayo bottle stood between them like a glass mediator, its contents depleted by exactly 73.4%. Junho found himself performing calculations he had never previously considered necessary: the precise angle at which Minjeong's smile disrupted his cardiac rhythm (42.7°), the correlation coefficient between her proximity and his ability to maintain coherent thought patterns (inverse relationship, R² = 0.97), the half-life of each satoori-tinged syllable in his auditory memory (approaching infinity)[10].

"There's a pojangmacha," Minjeong said, her words now performing linguistic gymnastics between Seoul and Busan, "down in Gangnam that serves 할매's 파전 just like back home. But you—" she gestured with her glass, creating small amber trajectories in the air, "—you probably have the exact caloric content memorized without ever tasting it."

"624 calories per standard serving," Junho confirmed automatically, then added, in what he would later recognize as his first attempt at human humor[11], "Not accounting for 할매's (grandmother’s) love."

The laugh that escaped Minjeong's lips was genuine enough to bypass all of Junho's statistical models for appropriate business interaction. It was the kind of laugh that made him wonder if his entire algorithmic approach to life had been operating on a fundamental error: the assumption that human emotions could be debugged rather than experienced.

"사장님," she said, then caught herself, "아니, Junho-ssi." The honorific shift created a quantifiable disruption in the office's atmospheric pressure[12]. "Do you know why I cry sometimes when you yell about the numbers?"

Junho's hands found themselves attempting to calculate an emotion he had no formula for. "I... have a working hypothesis."

"It's not because I'm scared or hurt," she continued, her Busan accent now wrapping around the words like a warm coast-side breeze. "It's because I see you turning yourself into code, like you're trying to compile a human being into binary, and..." she paused, searching for words in both Seoul and Busan vocabularies before settling on, "...그게 너무 아까워요."

The phrase hung in the air, untranslatable in its full emotional weight[13].

—

[10] A phenomenon that would later require Junho to create an entirely new mathematical framework he privately termed "The Minjeong Constant: Variables in Human Connection."

[11] Later analysis of office security footage would reveal this as his first non-data-related comment in approximately 2,847 hours of recorded business interactions.

[12] Advanced environmental sensors in the building's HVAC system actually recorded a 0.02% change in air pressure at this exact moment, though causation versus correlation remains a subject of debate among the building's maintenance staff.

[13] The closest English approximation might be "it's such a waste," but this fails to capture the uniquely Korean sense of regret for potential beauty lost to unnecessary efficiency, like trying to measure ocean waves in milliliters.

—

For exactly 15.4 seconds, Junho Kim—master of instantaneous data processing, champion of real-time analytics—found himself buffering. His mind, that perfectly calibrated instrument of calculation, attempted to run multiple subroutines simultaneously:

ROUTINE_1: Analyze the 2.3% tremor in Minjeong's voice during "그게 너무 아까워요"

ROUTINE_2: Process the 7.4mm dilation of his pupils upon hearing his given name

ROUTINE_3: Calculate the exact distance between their hands on the desk (23.7cm, decreasing by approximately 0.3mm per heartbeat)

ERROR: Stack overflow in emotional processing unit[14]

"I have a file," he began, then stopped, realizing that perhaps not everything needed to be classified and stored. "No, I mean... I remember every time you've smiled at work. Real smiles, not the ones you use for clients or difficult vendors." His fingers twitched, instinctively seeking a keyboard that wasn't there. "The data suggests that they occur most frequently when you're talking about Busan, or when you think no one is watching you arrange the office plants, or..." he paused, processing, "...or when you're correcting my humanity protocols[15]."

Minjeong's eyes widened, creating what Junho's brain automatically calculated as a 34.6% increase in their reflective surface area. "You... keep track of my smiles?"

"I keep track of everything," he said, then amended, displaying unprecedented runtime flexibility, "but your smiles occupy 43% more memory space than standard data points."

"아이고," Minjeong laughed, the sound carrying hints of sea breezes and noraebang nights, "only you would quantify feelings in percentages and memory allocation, 사장님[16]."

The Hwayo bottle now stood at 82.6% depletion. Outside, Seoul had transformed into its weekend configuration, all neon equations and binary dreams. But inside this office, something unquantifiable was compiling—a program written in neither Python nor Java, but in the ancient code of human connection.

"There's a logical error in your earlier statement," Junho said suddenly, his voice performing calculations it had never been calibrated for. "About me not looking at you."

"Oh?" Minjeong's eyebrow arched at precisely 27 degrees.

"I look at you approximately 2,347 times per day. My peripheral vision activates in your presence with 72% more frequency than baseline. I have memorized exactly 267 variations of your voice modulation between Seoul and Busan registers[17]. The error," he continued, his own accent slipping for the first time since Harvard, "is in assuming I don't see you."

—

[14] A phenomenon his Harvard professors had theoretically predicted but never successfully documented: the complete shutdown of pure logic circuits in favor of what they termed "human.exe."

[15] A private joke that had never made it past his internal firewall until this moment, referring to the way she subtly guided him toward more socially acceptable behaviors, like suggesting he say "good morning" to the cleaning staff or remember team members' birthdays.

[16] The honorific here carrying a new weight, somewhere between professional distance and affectionate teasing, a linguistic quantum state that would have fascinated physicists had they been present to observe it.

[17] This particular statistic would later become the subject of a 3 AM realization that perhaps "normal" CEOs don't maintain such detailed databases of their assistants' vocal patterns.

—

The confession hung in the air with the weight of a misplaced decimal point. Minjeong's hand, still holding her Hwayo glass, trembled at a frequency of approximately 3.2 Hz. The office's automated climate control system registered a sudden 0.7°C spike in local temperature[18].

"그래서..." Minjeong's voice emerged in Pure Pattern #271 (Subcategory: Emotional Breakthrough), "this is why you always know when I've had 떡볶이 for lunch?"

The unexpected query caused Junho to experience what his systems could only classify as a brief moment of runtime joy. "The specific aroma particles adhere to your cardigan at a rate of—" he caught himself, noting the gleam in her eye, and for the first time in recorded history, Junho Kim deliberately chose not to complete a calculation[19].

Instead, he found himself saying, "Your smile increases by exactly 23.7% when you eat 떡볶이. It's... optimal."

"최적화?" Minjeong's laugh carried notes of soju and starlight. "You're really going to data-analyze my happiness levels?"

"I have spreadsheets," he admitted, his voice carrying an unfamiliar warmth that his diagnostic systems struggled to categorize. "Cross-referenced with weather patterns, quarterly reports, and the frequency of your Busan accent emergence[20]."

"아이고..." She shifted in her chair, reducing the distance between them by precisely 4.7 centimeters. "You're either the weirdest or the most romantic person I've ever met, and I haven't decided which yet."

The word 'romantic' created a momentary buffer overflow in Junho's cognitive processes. His hands, typically occupied with calculating profit margins or optimizing supply chains, found themselves drawing abstract patterns on his desk's surface—a behavior previously filed under 'Inefficient Human Gestures: Do Not Engage.'

"I could..." he paused, processing, "...show you the data?"

—

[17] This particular dataset would later be renamed in his personal files to "The Minjeong Codex: A Quantitative Analysis of Qualitative Perfection."

[18] The building's maintenance staff would later attribute this to a mechanical anomaly, unaware they had documented the exact moment Junho Kim's ice-cold corporate facade began its calculated melt.

[19] A moment that would later be marked in his personal development log as "First Successful Implementation of Strategic Data Suppression for Emotional Optimization."

[20] These spreadsheets, discovered months later during a routine server backup, would become legendary among the IT department as "The Love Languages of Linear Regression."

—

Minjeong's eyes sparkled with what Junho's facial recognition protocols quantified as 87% mirth, 13% tenderness. "보여주세요," she said, the soju making her consonants softer, more Busan-bound. "Show me this data about me."

For the first time in his professional career, Junho Kim fumbled with his laptop password[21]. The Hwayo bottle between them had decreased to critical levels, and he found the standard office lights were creating unusual prismatic effects in Minjeong's hair. His fingers, typically precise to the microsecond, skittered across the keyboard.

"See, here's the correlation between your happiness metrics and the proximity to Korean holidays," he began, then stopped, distracted by the way she'd rolled her chair closer to view his screen. The scent of her perfume (도라지 꽃, his brain supplied automatically, though for once the percentage calculation felt irrelevant) mixed with the lingering soju in the air.

"You made a pie chart," she said, her voice warm with something his systems were too buzzed to properly quantify, "of my favorite lunch spots?"

"The data visualization seemed... appropriate," he managed, aware that his usual processing power was operating at diminished capacity. "Though I may have spent a statistically anomalous amount of time color-coding it to match your favorite blazer[22]."

Minjeong's laugh had shed all traces of its Seoul polish. "어머나, who knew the great Junho Kim was such a..." she searched for the word in both dialects before landing on, "...nerd?"

"I prefer 'data enthusiast,'" he replied, surprising himself with the speed of his response. The soju was definitely affecting his standard processing delays. "Though my enthusiasm appears to be... specialized."

"Specialized?" Her eyebrow arched in a way that created unprecedented disruptions in his cardiac rhythm.

"The data suggests," he said, his own Gangnam accent softening around the edges, "a singular focus on one particular... variable[23]."

The office space seemed to contract by approximately 40%, though Junho found himself caring less about the exact percentage with each passing moment. Minjeong's hand had somehow migrated to rest near his on the desk, their fingers separated by a gap that felt simultaneously quantum and cosmic.

—

[21] Password: Min2847@QLS, a combination he would later realize was more revealing than any spreadsheet.

[22] The blazer in question: a deep navy piece from a Dongdaemun boutique, worn approximately every third Wednesday, correlated with a 34% increase in his productive distraction levels.

[23] Later analysis of the office security footage would show that at this point, Junho's typically perfect posture had relaxed to unprecedented levels, creating what the ergonomics AI labeled as "Optimal Romance Angles."

—

"Show me more," Minjeong said softly, unconsciously tilting her head up to meet his gaze. Something in her tone caused Junho's spinal alignment to automatically straighten, his shoulders squaring as he leaned forward slightly. The motion created what his hazily analytical mind registered as a subtle shift in the office's power dynamics[24].

"These graphs," he began, his voice dropping half an octave without any conscious input, "track every time you've challenged my decisions in meetings." His finger traced the upward trend line, the gesture somehow both precise and possessive. "You're the only one who dares to correct my logic. It's... intriguing."

Minjeong's breath caught audibly. "사장님..." she started, then with visible effort, "Junho-ssi... you track even that?"

"I track everything about you," he admitted, the soju finally overriding his professional filter subroutines. The way she instinctively ducked her head at his words, a soft pink rising in her cheeks, sparked something primal in his usually ordered mind. "Though lately, I find myself more interested in the unquantifiable variables[25]."

"Like what?" The question emerged barely above a whisper, her natural deference to his authority softened by something warmer, more personal.

Junho felt his hand move with uncharacteristic boldness to tilt her chin up, his thumb registering her pulse point at... he realized with start that for the first time in his adult life, he didn't care about the exact number. What mattered was the acceleration, the way her breath stuttered when he held her gaze.

"Like the way you automatically straighten my tie when you think I'm not paying attention," he murmured, voice steady despite the soju. "Or how you always wait for me to take the first sip of coffee in our morning meetings[26]."

—

[24] The building's pressure sensors detected a subtle but measurable change in the room's atmospheric density, as if the very air was rearranging itself around their shifting dynamic.

[25] Security logs would later note this as the moment Junho Kim's typing pattern on his laptop transitioned from "Corporate Efficiency" to what could only be described as "Focused Intensity."

[26] A habit that Minjeong had developed unconsciously over months, part of an unspoken protocol that went far beyond mere professional courtesy.

—

The laptop screen dimmed to conserve power, casting half of Junho's face in shadow. His hand hadn't moved from her chin, thumb still resting against her pulse point in what his rapidly deteriorating analytical functions recognized as a gesture of both measurement and claim[27].

"You know what else I've noticed?" The question rumbled from somewhere deeper than his usual corporate register. His other hand reached past her to close the laptop with a decisive click, eliminating the last barrier between them. "You mirror my breathing patterns during long meetings. 호흡이... perfectly synchronized."

Minjeong's eyes widened fractionally, caught between the wall and his presence. "That's..." she swallowed, her professional composure wavering, "...very observant of you, 사장님."

"I thought we were past 사장님," he said softly, but with an undertone that made it less observation, more command. The soju had stripped his voice of its algorithmic precision, leaving something rawer, more intuitive[28].

"Jun...ho..." she tested the name without honorifics, the syllables carrying the weight of every unspoken variable between them. Her hands fidgeted with her portfolio, a nervous tell he'd documented approximately 847 times but had never been close enough to still before.

Until now.

His free hand covered both of hers, instantly calming their movement. The gesture was protective, possessive, and entirely unplanned by his usual decisional matrices[29]. "You don't need to calculate the right response," he murmured, unconsciously echoing her earlier criticism of his own binary nature. "Your instincts have a 99.9% accuracy rate."

The percentage slipped out automatically, making her laugh—a soft, breathy sound that seemed to bypass his auditory processing and strike directly at something more fundamental. Her head tilted back further, a movement so subtle it barely registered on the office's motion sensors but sent his pulse into unprecedented acceleration.

"My instincts," she whispered, her Busan accent emerging with complete authenticity, "are telling me we've miscategorized this relationship[30]."

—

[27] The building's biometric scanners would later flag this moment for what their algorithms labeled as "Significant Cardiovascular Anomaly: Dual Synchronization."

[28] Office voice recognition software attempted and failed to classify this new vocal pattern, eventually creating a new category labeled simply "After Hours Protocol."

[29] The exact pressure of his grip would have registered at precisely 7.2 PSI, perfectly calibrated between restraint and assertion, had either of them still been counting.

[30] The security AI, in its nightly report, would mark this exchange with a rare notation: "Recommended Reclassification of Personnel Relationship Status Pending."

—

"Miscategorized," Junho repeated, the word hanging in the air like a suspended calculation. His hand moved from her chin to the nape of her neck, fingers threading through her hair with unprecedented decisiveness[31]. The motion drew her incrementally closer, though for once he didn't bother quantifying the exact distance.

"yes..." Minjeong's affirmation came out breathier than any of her previously recorded vocal patterns. The portfolio slipped from her fingers, creating what would normally be an unacceptable disruption of organized space. Neither of them moved to retrieve it.

"You know what's interesting?" Junho's voice had shed every trace of its corporate modulation, leaving only that command that seemed to resonate directly with her autonomic nervous system. "I've run approximately 2,847 scenarios of this moment in my head[32]."

Her hands had found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the precise Italian wool of his suit. "And?" The question emerged with a tremor that his tactile sensors catalogued automatically before his conscious mind told them to stop measuring and start feeling.

"None of them..." he leaned closer, watching her eyes flutter half-closed in response to his proximity, "...included the variable of you looking at me exactly like this."

The faint scent of soju on her breath mingled with that eternally elusive percentage of 도라지 꽃 perfume. Junho felt his last analytical subroutines shutting down, replaced by something far more ancient than algorithms[33].

"Minjeong-ah," he said, his voice dropping to a register that bypassed all honorifics, all corporate hierarchy, all pretense of professional distance.

Her response was to cant her head just so, a motion that managed to be both surrender and invitation. "Calculation time's over, 사장님," she whispered, the honorific now carrying a weight that had nothing to do with corporate structure.

—

[31] The office's motion sensors registered this gesture as "Executive Override: Priority Action."

[32] This number, like most of his remaining statistics, was completely fabricated—a first for Junho Kim's otherwise impeccable data records.

[33] Building security cameras would later mark this timestamp with an unprecedented classification: "Critical System Override: Human.exe fully activated."

—

For the first time in his documented existence, Junho Kim stopped calculating entirely.

The distance closed between them with a momentum that defied measurement. His hand tightened in her hair, angling her face upward as his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss, when it came, contained no statistics, no data points, no quantifiable metrics[34].

Minjeong made a soft sound—Pattern #unknown, Category: heaven—against his mouth. Her fingers clutched his suit lapels with enough force to wrinkle the wool beyond its optimal pressed state, a fact that Junho's usually meticulous mind registered and immediately discarded as irrelevant.

Time segmented into a new measurement system: the catch of her breath, the silk of her hair between his fingers, the way she yielded and pressed closer simultaneously. Junho discovered that his organizational skills apparently extended to kissing, each angle adjustment and pressure variation drawing increasingly desperate responses from Minjeong[35].

When they finally broke apart, Minjeong's carefully maintained Seoul pronunciation had disappeared entirely. "아이고..." she breathed against his mouth, "당신이..."

"Initial results," Junho murmured, his own accent thick with something that had nothing to do with regional linguistics, "require extensive further testing[36]."

She laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest where she was still pressed against him. "Did you just turn our first kiss into a quality control protocol?"

"Quality confirmed," he replied, then demonstrated his newfound commitment to hands-on research by kissing her again, harder this time, swallowing her surprised gasp. His hand splayed possessively across her lower back, holding her steady as she swayed into him.

—

[34] The building's atmospheric sensors recorded unexplained fluctuations in local temperature, humidity, and electromagnetic fields, leading to a complete recalibration of their measurement standards.

[35] Later analysis would suggest that Junho's legendary attention to detail had found a new, decidedly non-professional application, though this data remains classified in personal files marked "Private Research: Ongoing."

[36] The security AI attempting to transcribe this conversation eventually gave up and simply tagged the file: "Error 404: Professionalism Not Found."

—

Somewhere in the haze of non-analytical thought, Junho registered Minjeong's slight backward momentum and moved instinctively to steady her. His hand swept the desk clear with uncharacteristic disregard for organizational protocols, sending the quarterly reports flutter-falling to the carpet in an acceptable margin of chaos[37].

"Jun...ho..." His name escaped her lips like a statistical anomaly as he lifted her effortlessly onto the mahogany surface. Her legs parted automatically to accommodate him, skirt hiking up precisely 4.7 inches—the last measurement his brain would process for the foreseeable future.

"So beautiful," he murmured against her throat, the words emerging in pure Gangnam inflection, all pretense of corporate diction abandoned. His teeth grazed her pulse point, drawing a whimper that would require an entirely new classification system[38].

Minjeong's fingers tangled in his precisely styled hair, disrupting approximately 47 minutes of morning grooming routine. "사장님," she gasped, the honorific now carrying entirely different connotations, "the papers..."

"Irrelevant data," he growled, recapturing her mouth with newfound authority. The kiss deepened, transformed, became something that defied all previous parameters. Her back arched into him, creating angles that had nothing to do with geometry and everything to do with instinct[39].

A distant part of his mind registered the soft thud of his suit jacket hitting the floor, followed by the whisper of silk as Minjeong's blazer joined it. The city lights painted silver equations across her skin, codes he suddenly needed to decode with his mouth instead of his mind.

—

[37] The office's normally pristine state would require exactly 23.7 minutes to restore, a task that would be significantly delayed by several subsequent "data collection sessions."

[38] Facial recognition software attempting to analyze the security feed would crash repeatedly, unable to reconcile Junho Kim's expression with any known configuration in its emotional database.

[39] The building's structural integrity sensors registered minor seismic activity, though this data would be suspiciously absent from the next day's maintenance logs.

—

He let his hands trail by the sides of her body, one busy with her torso—breasts and all—and the other, feeling the creamy softness of her thighs. And each needy press or pinch, brought out the softest of her moans, the cutest of her lip quivers.

He was busy, marking her lips, making it all swollen and red; yet, still, he couldn’t get enough of her. That soft body, her caring little hands, her hot inner thighs, and that gentle heat radiating off her core—just hidden by the slightest of her skirt. “Minjeong.” He whispered, pressing himself against her—a matter of teasing and also a way to test the waters, whether or not she wanted it on the table.

And Minjeong, not one to initiate, wrapped her thin arms around his nape, pulling him closer, “Yes, yes, please, anything, anywhere,” then a dozen little kisses all on his face. This assurance, this consent, slowly, but surely, made him wrench her legs open—wide. He saw that stain, dark against her gray underwear, and that was when his photographic memory… failed him.

He dug in, letting his loin press up against hers—immersing himself in her wetness. Then, finally, he pulled down on his pants, showing his tent-like imprint on his underwear to Minjeong, who, obviously, couldn’t stop staring. By the end of the minute, that ruthless minute, both were undressed in their lower-half—a utilitarian instinct to fuck each other as fast as possible.

Junho breathed heavily, staring at that pink hue that her core was so beautifully composed of—along with the wetness, the fragrance, and more. “Minjeong…” He held his shaft, lining it up straight on her wetness. She finally replied, “Yes… Junho…” And that’s when he pressed in, into the endless heat.

That wet connection hilt-to-hilt, along with a deep kiss—turned Minjeong completely docile and submissive. That wet connection, her wet slime covering his shaft, somehow, only intensified their lust for each other. He pressed in again, faster this time, earning that soft mewl. “Mhm, fuck me,” she whispered, again and again. He kept honoring those wishes, going deeper, and faster. He tucked his dick into her pussy, wet squelch and all, over and over until he felt his legs get weak from thrusting. Yet, that weakness didn’t deter him, he glided deeper, letting both their pelvises rub against each other, and making Minjeong cry out from the clit stimulation. She felt like she was getting tunneled, this man, the love of her life, crush of her lifetime, fucking her so good into a wobbly table—dreams aren’t even this good.

“I’m gonna cum, Minjeong.” He whispered, low and growling.

“Inside. Please. Inside…” She whispered before getting overtaken by her orgasm.

And just at the peak of her orgasm, the teetering breath before rest, Junho barreled all his semen inside her—rope after rope of semen splashing against her cervix. “Holy fuck.” they both said in conjunction. 

—

The Seoul skyline had shifted into its late-night configuration by the time they finally disentangled themselves. Junho's normally immaculate shirt hung open, his tie having long since joined the scattered papers on the floor. Minjeong's hair had abandoned all pretense of its usual professional arrangement, falling in waves that his fingers couldn't seem to stop threading through[40].

"이게..." Minjeong began, her voice still carrying traces of breathlessness as she surveyed the chaos they'd created. Her blazer lay draped over a chair at an angle that would have horrified their usual professional standards. "I should reorganize the—"

"Stay exactly where you are," Junho commanded softly, his arms tightening around her waist. His usual perfectionism had found a new target: the way she melted against him at that tone[41].

She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, her smile pure Busan sunshine. "데이트하자... be my 오빠?" The question emerged with endearing uncertainty, mixing honorifics and languages in a way that bypassed his brain entirely and struck straight at his heart.

"그래," he murmured into her hair, then with characteristic precision added, "Exclusively."

Her laugh carried notes of joy and residual shyness. "Then as your girlfriend, I should really clean up this mess..." She gestured at the scattered papers, the displaced furniture, the general dishevelment that spoke eloquently of the past hour's activities.

"As your boyfriend," his voice dropped to that commanding register that made her shiver, "I want to watch you do it[42]."

The drive home—his penthouse, by unspoken agreement—required exactly 17 minutes. Neither of them bothered to count.

—

[40] The building's security system would later note this as the longest recorded instance of the CEO remaining in office after hours, though the detailed logs were mysteriously corrupted.

[41] Internal HR protocols regarding workplace relationships were hastily updated the following morning, though no one questioned why the CEO personally oversaw these revisions.

[42] The night cleaning staff would arrive to find the office in unprecedented perfect order, though several employees would later swear they heard laughter and whispered Busan endearments echoing through the empty halls.

Fin

[official-wonho]

[240324] Wonho's Story Board 헛

훗

헷 나는 구슬아이스크림을 잔뜩 퍼먹어도 괜찮은 성인이 되었지 난 이런곳이 있는줄도 몰라써잉 대단한곳이더군… 아직 수련이 모자란가봐…그냥 30분만에 바로 구슬아이스크림 뜨러감… 밥에 배부르게하는 뭔가 특별한 후리카게라도 들어갔나… 들어간지 한시간만에 ?? 구슬아이스크림 두그릇 먹고 나온사람됨 들어가서 처음에 사람들이 디저트 뜨는걸 보고 훗 초보들… 아직 멀었군 닝겐들아 나를 봐라했는데 그냥 구슬아이스크림 자랑하는 사람됨 코너별로 한번씩 밖에 못갈줄은 몰랐음 나중에 힘들어서 구슬아이스크림 숫자 세고있었네요

Heut

Hoot

Het

I've become an adult who can eat a lot of Dippin' Dots ice cream

I didn't even know such a place existed

It was a great place… I think I need more training on this…I went to scoop up the Dippin' Dots only 30 minutes after I got there…

Was furikake that makes you full added on the rice...

I became a person who had two bowls of Dippin' Dots and came out (of the restaurant) after an hour ??

At first, I saw people eating dessert, so I snorted and I thought… All of you still have a long way to go. Look at me, humans.

But I'm just a person who brags about Dippin' Dots

I didn't know I could only go once to each section

Afterward, it was hard for me to eat, so I was counting them

Translation: official-wonho. Please take out with full credit.

[noomynuss]

안도 타다오가 설계하고 이세이 미야케가 만든 디자인 뮤지엄, 도쿄 여행에서 가장 가고 싶은 곳이었다.

20/20 vision의 사전적 의미는 ‘아주 좋은 시력’으로, 20피트 거리에 있는 물체를 선명하게 볼 수 있는 완벽한 시력을 뜻하는 말로 사용 된다.

숫자 21과 21 사이의 거리는 사람의 눈과 눈 사이의 공간을 은유하는데, 한쪽 눈만으로눈 균형 잡힌 시각을 갖기 어렵다. 서로 적당한 거리를 두고, 편견 없는 마음으로 사물을 관찰하는 것이 중요하다는 의미의 로고도 참 마음에 든다.

[wlinkyguide]

쉽고 빠르게 16진수 변환 도구 사용하기

16진수는 프로그래밍과 데이터 처리에서 자주 사용되는 숫자 체계입니다. 하지만 10진수, 2진수, 또는 8진수로 변환하는 과정이 복잡하고 시간이 많이 걸릴 수 있습니다. 이를 해결하기 위해 Wlinky의 무료 16진수 변환 도구를 사용해보세요!

16진수 변환 도구의 주요 기능

다양한 변환:

16진수를 10진수, 2진수, 또는 8진수로 변환.

반대로 다른 숫자 체계를 16진수로 변환.

사용하기 쉬운 인터페이스:

직관적이고 간단한 UI로 누구나 쉽게 변환 가능.

빠르고 정확함:

실시간으로 변환 결과 제공.

복잡한 계산 없이 정확한 데이터 제공.

무료 사용:

회원가입 필요 없이 완전히 무료로 사용 가능.

16진수 변환이 필요한 이유

프로그래밍: 메모리 주소나 색상 코드처럼 16진수가 자주 쓰이는 환경에서 필수.

데이터 분석: 데이터를 이해하고 변환할 때 유용.

디자인: HTML/CSS 색상 코드 변환에 활용.

지금 바로 사용해보세요!

프로세스를 단순화하고 시간을 절약하세요. 아래 링크를 클릭하고 무료 16진수 변환 도구를 사용해보세요: 👉 16진수 변환

[at-1point]

나이에 숫자 하나 더해진 게 뭔 대수겠어. 사람은 한 명의 예외 없이 다 늙고 죽음을 향해 걸어가. 육신은 낡아져가지만 영혼은 자유롭게. 어두운 충동보다는 내 안에 독특한 전율을 자주 느끼는 한 해가 되길.

[raanggym-blog]

"EmojiEgg" is a website that conveniently gathers a wide variety of emojis, offering an easy one-click method to use them.

It has emojis neatly categorized into various groups like hearts, stars, love, faces, expressions, animals, summer, winter, gestures, parties, cats, sports, food, and weather, making it simple to find and use the emoji you need.

If you frequently use emojis, this is a recommended site that you might find useful to visit.

[hangulteam]

체체체 체인지~

🌟 새 기능

커뮤니티 댓글 글자 수 한도를 2,000자로 올렸어요. 새 댓글 스레드 기능처럼 일단 테스트 중!

🛠️ 수정

폐쇄된 커뮤니티 활동 항목이 내 블로그 활동 피드에 더는 안 보여요.

웹 스크린리더가 블로그 헤더 & 포스트 헤더를 개별 배지마다 안내하지 않고, 이제 “배지 (숫자)개"로 읽습니다.

🚧  작업 중

오늘은 없어요~

🌱  공개 예정

오늘은 없어요!

뭔가 이상한 점이 있다면? 지원팀에 (영어로) 문의하면 최대한 빨리 연락드릴게요!

피드백을 보내려면? 진행 중 (Work in Progress) 블로그에서 대화를 시작하세요.

Tumblr를 직접 후원하려면? TumblrMart에서 새 서포터즈 배지를 확인해 보세요!

[cho-yongchul]

흠.. 오늘 아침에 매장을 열면서 보니까 우리가 쓰는 배달 어플중

요기요는 빨간색 ..

배민 1은 파란색에 1자까지 있는뒈..

이번에 어는 빨간당에서 MBC를 파란색 숫자 1을.방송에 내보냈다고 사전선거로 물고 늘어졌다는데 .

그럼 배민 1 이용자는 모두 민주고 요기요 이용자는 모두 국짐인가..?

그 빨간당 사고방식으로 치면 그런데.... ?

그럼 배민 1과 요기요를 비롯해서 여러 어플을 사용하는 업주들은 뭐여..?

이건 어떻게 정리해야 하지..?

요기요 해지해야 하나... ?

그냥 문득 홀연히 생각나서 한번 쓸대없는 소리 해봤어요 ㅎㅎㅎㅎ

설마 양쪽에서 고소고발 들어오는거 아니지.. ?

정치인들은 네놈들 편의대로 국민들 갈라치기 하지말고 시장에 와서 친한척 하지마라 아주 역겹다 이것들아

#광명전통시장 #광명시장 #전통시장 #추천맛집 #광명왕족발 #광명할머니왕족발 은 #광명소셜상점 #광명8경 #광명동굴 #광명시 #LocalGuides 와 함께 합니다

[power-777]

파워볼사이트 검증,분석,노하우,추천 검증 1위

파워볼이란? 파워검증원입니다. 여러분! 파워볼이란, 5분마다 추천하는 추첨식 복권 게임이며 매일 288회차 게임이 진행됩니다.

매 회차마다 숫자 1~28 일반볼 5개 0~9 파워볼 1개 총 6개의 볼을 추첨으로 이루어진 숫자선택 게임 입니다

사설토토,사설카지노 사이트에서 운영하는 파워 볼은 전자복권의 결과값을 그대로 가지고 오면서 일반공 숫자의 합 홀짝게임, 언더 오버게임, 보너스공으로만 하는 홀짝게임, 언오버게임 등을 배팅을할수있는 게임을 말합니다

[iamkenlee-blog]

"항구 출신이자 춤꾼"

마포 FM 지역 라디오 '불멸의 탱고음악'이 2024년 방송을 내보내며 시그널을 바꾸셨더만.

작년까진 쁘란씨스꼬 까나로가 작사 및 작곡한 '매혹의 땅고(=Tango brujo)'였고, 올해부턴 까를로스 디 살리가 작곡한 '항구 출신이자 춤꾼(=Porteño y bailarín)'.

뽀르떼뇨(Porteño)는 당연히 땅고 발상지인 보카항을 가리키는 말일 거고, 바일라린(Bailarín)는 발레와 어원이 같은 'baile'의 변형.

직역하면 "항구 출신과 춤꾼" 두 사람처럼 보이지만, 가사를 번역기로 살펴본 정황으론 항구 출신이면서 동시에 춤꾼인 사람이 땅고 음악을 예찬하는 자기 고백 같은 내용으로 보임.

"항구 출신이자 춤꾼. 로맨틱하고 달콤한 음악이 나를 땅고와 한 몸이 되게 했다. 바이올린 소리가 내 마음을 끌리게 하고, 멜랑콜리한 반도네온 소리에 푹 빠졌다…"

방송 시그널은 1945년에 디 살리가 가수 호르헤 듀란과 녹음한 게 나왔다. 디 살리는 1952년에 마리오 뽀마르와 한 번 더 녹음했다.

방송이 나간 후에는 팟빵이라는 팟캐스트에 올라오기 때문에 마포구 주민이 아니라도 들을 수 있다. 근데 디제이께서 밝힌 구독자 수가 50명 조금 넘는다고 함. 나처럼 팟빵앱 설치하기 싫어서 구독하지 않고 매번 mp3를 다운받아 듣는 사람을 감안해도 최대 백 명을 넘진 않을 듯. 본인은 "적지 않은 아주 의미 있는 숫자"라고 하셨으나 동시에 국내 땅고 음악 감상 저변이 얼마나 마이너한지를 보여주는 지표처럼 보인다.

현재 홍대, 강남, 분당 등 수도권에서 운영 중인 밀롱가 개수와 내가 여기저기 돌아다닐 때마다 매번 낯익은 얼굴이 겹친단 점으로 추정컨대 서울내 땅고 인구는 아마도 천명 내외일 거로 예상. 다시 말해 서울 인구 980만 + 경기도 인구 1,300만 = 총 2,280만 중 땅고 취미가 있는 사람이 천여 명.

밀롱가를 안 다니면서 방송 듣는 사람도 없진 않겠지만 아마도 극소수일 거고 드나드는 사람들이 대부분 구독했을 테니, 천명 중 10% 이내가 방송을 듣고 있다는 얘기.

이런 근거를 제시하면 혹자는 땅고 인구 훨씬 더 늘려야 한다 할 분도 있겠지만, 나는 본디 마이너 문화에 이끌리는 성향이라 현재로서도 충분히 만족하는 편. 외려 인구가 너무 늘면 덕질하는 재미와 흥미가 떨어질지도 모르겠다. 물론 그렇더라도 땅고를 그만둘 정도는 아니겠지만.

[koreanaswego]

Korean Word of the Day

숫자

Numbers

[fybriankang]

day6_kisstheradio: 🌙 230916 키스더라디오 📂이번주 영디 셀카 모음.zip 숫자 공부하라고 손가락으로 숫자 만드신 건가요? 그렇다면 실패입니다. 얼굴만 보이거든요. 존재 자체가 브랜드인 쿨 앤 핸썸 앤 뷰티풀 앤 골져스한 영디 셀카 왔어요✨ 내일 밤 10시에도 영디와 함께 하실거죠?❣️ #데이식스의키스더라디오 #데키라 #영케이 #영디 #데이식스

[w38304n6v6ql]

위의 예시라이브바카라에서 20판동안 20만원을 딴 경우 그는 플레이어에 약 1억원의 돈을 배팅하였고 딜러를 포함한 구경라이브바카라꾼들 모두는 일절 숙연해지게 됩니다. 2 배 정도는 단 세번 온카지노회원가입만에 만들수 가 있습니다. 어떤 카지노에서는 실제로 인슈어런스 벳카지노톡온카지노을 하지 않아도 지불해 주는 데, 최대 6에서 7구멍까지 이용할수 있으니 혼자 독다이를 차지하고 안전바카라있을때는 최소 500페소에서 최대 48000~56000페소까지는 배팅이 가능하다는 것 이다. 줄은 플레이어 또는 뱅커가 연온카지노kwp52속적으로 나오는 현상을 말합니다. 처음 소유한 2장의 카드의 숫자가 똑온카지노회원가입『 WA702．ＣＯＭ 』같다는 것에 배팅하는 것입니다. 세 개의 주사위가 네 개의 바카라필승법숫자조합 중 세 개의 숫자와 일치할 경우 모든 베팅은 테이바카라게임사이트＼【 WA702．ＣＯＭ 】＼블 리미트 내에서 이루어져야 합니다. 그렇기 때문에 이 전략을 사용하바카라게임사이트기 위해서는 충분한 돈이 있어야 합니다. “이기는 방법”은 어떤 온라인카지노운영카지노 게임과 마찬가지로 바카라 게임에도 존재한다. 메가벅스, "엘비스",  "Whe안전바카라el"등 20∼1,000개 코인을 보너스로 주는 이전에 얼마나 많은 상금이 지카지노커뮤니티급됐는지 여부 또한 잭팟과 관련이 없다. 구체적인 설명을 드리우리카지노총판다보면 글이 너무 길어지니까 하지만 그 다른 배팅 들(정확한 숫자 맞추기,

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씨우씨우 (소소) :온카지노이벤트 작은 숫자 떠라 라는 말 라스베가스 카지노의 다이사이바카라게임룰은 거의 동일 합니다. 이 글을 부디 온라인카지노운영천천히 깊게 생각하여 주시기를 부탁드립니다. 사활을 걸어야하고 온카지노뉴스1000원짜리 하나 쉽게 사용하면 안됩니다. 맥시멈은 한판에 배팅할 수 있는 최대 금액, 안전카지노사이트미니멈은 한판에 배팅할 수 있는 최소의 금액을 말합니다. 다시 말해 고객은 누적배팅액 HKD18,0000 불을 한것이고 카지노에 이정슬롯커뮤니티도의 배팅 을 한 것 입니다. 딜러 또는 도박 대 책임자 주사위를 굴리기 전에 모든 베팅이vic카지노 이루어 지도록 테이블에 있습니다. 많이 따온카지노사이트＼【 WA702．ＣＯＭ 】＼면 먹튀하는 곳이 바로 국내 사설 사이트들이니까요! 우선 마카오 카지노의 단점은 강원랜드와 상반되게도 ‘가온카지노이벤트볍게 즐길 수 없다’는 점입니다. 여기서 플레이어는 카드를 교부받기 전바카라게임에 다양한 옵션으로 배팅할 수 있습니다. 우선 국내 사설 바카라 사이트들은 빅스몰 시스템 배팅을 포함한 모든 찍실시간바카라사이트어먹는 배팅에 규제를 가합니다. 플레이한국어온라인카지노어가 카드를 받기를 원할때 사용 (히트와 같은뜻) 그렇기 때문에 최대한 사람이 적은 시간대를 이용하여 조용하게 게한국어온라인카지노임을 즐기는 것이 낫습니다. 대개 온라인 카지노에서만 사용가능한 실시간바카라사이트방법이며, 플레이어가 직접 카드를 오픈한다는 재미와 긴장감이 있습니다. 1950년대 후반, 미국 라스온라인카지노운영베가스에 있는 샌즈 카지노에 바카라 게임이 등장합니다.

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APR.2023

2023년 4월.이달의 정산

* 이달의 드라마 : [대행사]

내가 했던 업무가 드라마로 나왔다. 카피라이터, CD 등이 나오자 주변 지인들 심지어 엄마까지 봤냐, 진짜 그러냐, 얼마나 비슷하냐 등 하도 이야기를 해대서 보게 됐다.(보고싶어서 본 건 아님) 왠지 보면 일하는 느낌이 들 것 같아서 보기를 미뤄왔는데 같은 일하는 분이 자긴 다 봤다면서 생각보다 일하는 그런 느낌은 안들고 그냥 옛날 생각도 나고 좀 웃기다고(오그라드는 의미로) 말 했는데 보고나니 무슨 느낌인지 알겠더라. 심지어 나름 광고를 했어서 오그라드는 맛에 더 재밌게 본 느낌. 그래도 프로페셔널한 느낌을 조금 덜어내고 좀 더 캐주얼하게 요즘 스타일로 만들었다면 더 좋았을 것 같다..ㅋ

[퀸메이커]_앞서 말한 드라마 [대행사]에 CD역할로 나온 이보영은 내가 너무 아는 직업이라 환상같은 것이 덜해서 그런지 멋있거나 너무 프로패셔널하게 나오면 좀 오그라들었는데 미래전략실, 비선실세로 나온 [퀸메이커]의 김희애는.. 뭔가 오그라들면서도 멋있다는 생각이 들었다.(역시 좀 몰라야, 좀 떨어져서 봐야 환상이라는게 있나?ㅋ) 힐 신고 담배 피는 모습도, 숨을 많이 불어넣어 말하는 발성의 목소리도..ㅋ 뭔가 포스있고 멋있는 느낌..ㅋㅋ 암튼 평소에 리더보다도 킹메이커, 퀸메이커에 관심 많았고 최고의 팔로워를 나름 꿈꿔왔던 나이기에 관심사여서 나름 재밌게 본 드라마였다.

* 이달의 영화 :

• [더 메뉴]_고품격 파인다이닝 블랙코미디 스릴러..ㅋ 파인다이닝 코스요리로 인간의 부조리함과 계층 구조를 꼬집는 영화. 허례허식과 허영의 단면을 보여준다. 뻔한 위선과 가식이 안통하는 것이 때론 생존에 유리하다.

• [길복순]_넷플릭스 영화. 첫장면부터 황정민, 전도연으로 시선을 팍 끌어버리네.(너는 내운명때는 죽고 못살더니만 세계관 파괴ㅋㅋ) 유치할 줄 알았는데 생각보다 화면 구성도 좋고 재밌게 봤다.

* 이달의 영상 : 유튜브_조현아의 목요일밤

어반자카파 조현아. 내가 생각한 것보다 훨씬 더 매력있는 사람이있네. 사람을 진심으로 좋아하는 것이 보인다. 게다가 예술적 재능까지.. 즉흥적으로 그때 그때 마음가는대로 정말 좋아서 하는 행동은 역시, 숨길 수가 없다. 가식이나 척 하지 않는 모습이 너무 좋다.

* 이달의 인물 : 지욜팍. 재밌다.. 신선하다.. 요상하면서도 기괴하면서도 매력이있다.

* 이달의 심슨 : [심슨 시즌 14 애피20]

걷는 것을 예찬하는 호머편. 걷기를 싫어하다가 걷다보니 걷는 매력에 빠져서 계속 걸어다니는 호머의 모습이 보기 좋았다. 나도 걷는 것이 좋다! I love to walk!

* 이달의 시 : 박노해 시집

* 이달의 책 : 이석원 [순간을 믿어요]_에세이인지 소설인지 모를 그 중간 어디쯤에서 누군가의 솔직한 속마음을 엿보는 기분. 흡입력 무엇!? 서점에서 첫장을 읽자마자 허? 재밌네? 하고 느낀 후 살까? 생각하다가 밀리의 서재에 있는 것을 확인 후, 구매하진 않고 집에와서 밀리의 서재로 쭉 봄. ‘그래서? 그래서 어떻게 됐는데?’ 하며 간만에 흡입력 있게 쭉 읽은 소설? 에세이? 사건을 궁금하게 하는 힘이 있다. 그리고 무언가를 바로 딱 말해주지 않고 뒤로 빼면서 궁금해서 계속 더 읽게 만드는 재주가 있다. 이런거는 배워야지.

* 이달의 문장 :

• 당시 제일기획 입사 시 박웅현CD의 인터뷰 질문 "시작과 끝에 대해서 입으로 그림을 그려봐라" 제일기획 오혜원CD

• 당신이 연습한 사람들의 숫자, 당신이 연습한 책의 숫자, 당신이 연습한 모티브들의 숫자가 당신의 역량을 만들어냅니다.

나라는 존재를 내가 만나온 사람의 총합이라고 한다면 한 인간 안에는 수많은 타인이 있고 그 타인들 중에 훌륭한 사람들이 많이 있을 것입니다. 그들을 그대그때 불러내서 힘을 빌려 쓰시길 바랍니다.

스마트폰을 처음 사면 통신사의 기본 앱만 깔려있습니다. 하지만 그 상태보다 앱스토어에서 필요한 것들을 다운로드하여 사용하면 그 효율성이 매우 높아진다. 인간이란 OS도 유사하다고 생각합니다. 내가 가지고 있는 기본적인 소양에는 한계가 있습니다. 적재적소에 훌륭한 인물들을 다운로드하여 사용하게 되면 더욱 좋은 효과를 낼 수 있습니다. -이광수CD

어떤 문장은 곱씹어보려고 바로바로 진도를 넘어가지 않고 멈춰가며 읽는데 이 분들의 이야기가 그랬다.

* 이달의 단어 :

• 응축

• 각개 격파(토스_유난한 도전에 나온 단어. 인상적)

1. 전투시 적을 전체적으로 파괴하는 것으로써 적이 재차 반격해 올 수 있는 적의 의지와 수단을 격멸하는 것.

2. 이미 분단되었거나 이격하여 위치한 적이 상호지원하기 전에 각각의 적을 격파하는 전술행동.

• 지적호기심

• 주도적인 생산자

* 이달의 음악 : 변진섭의 노래들. 요즘 옛날 노래에 빠져있었는데 그 중에서도 변진섭에게 빠져버렸다. 무려 80년대곡..ㅋ 살짝 촌스러운 필터 낀 느낌에 자극적이지 않고 담담한 음색, 마지막에 페이드 아웃처럼 서서히 사라지는 느낌까지..! 너무 세련되고 너무 감미로운 요즘 노래들 속에서 올드&담담&담백한 곡들을 들으니 뭔가 컨트리 느낌도 들고 따뜻한 온기가 느껴져서 좋았다. 특히나 가사가 예술이다. 4월의 봄, 버스에서 함께한 변진섭의 노래 그리고 가사들 발췌

[새들처럼] 변진섭

열린 공간속을 가르며 달려가는 자동차와

석양에 비추인 사람들

어둠은 내려와 도시를 감싸고 나는 노래하네

눈을 떠보면 회색빛 빌딩사이로 보이는 내모습이

퍼붓는 소나기 세찬바람 맞고 거리를 헤메이네

무더운 하늘 희뿌연 연기사이로 보이는 아스팔트

답답한 도시를 떠나고 싶어도 나는 갈 수 없네

날아가는 새들 바라보며 나도따라 날아가고 싶어

파란하늘 아래서 자유롭게 나도따라 가고싶어

눈을 떠보면 회색빛 빌딩사이로 보이는 내모습이

퍼붓는 소나기 세찬바람 맞고 거리를 헤메이네

무더운 하늘 희뿌연 연기사이로 보이는 아스팔트

답답한 도시를 떠나고 싶어도 나는 갈 수 없네

날아가는 새들 바라보며 나도따라 날아가고 싶어

파란하늘 아래서 자유롭게 나도따라 가고싶어

[우리의 사랑이 필요한거죠] 변진섭 (1989)

앞서가는 사람들과 뒤에서 오는 사람들

모두 다 우리들의 사랑이 필요한거죠

우리가 저마다 힘에 겨운 인생의 무게로 넘어질 때

그 순간이 바로 우리들의 사랑이 필요한거죠

* 이달의 소비 :

• 중요한 사람들의 생일이 몰려있는 4월이어서 선물 사느라 소비 많이함. 호텔 마사지권 선물 처음사봤는데 선물로 괜찮은 것 같다!

• 봄이라 그런지 옷들이 자꾸보이네..ㅋ 소비를 좀 줄이려고 덜샀었는데 4월에는 편한 츄리닝, 가벼운 옷들 구매 많이함..ㅋ

* 이달의 발견 : 도레미파솔라시도부터 시작한 아빠의 피아노 실력!! 모든건 노력 하면된다!!

* 이달의 첫경험 :

• 대딩친구들과 인생네컷_벚꽃놀이 가다가 우연히 지나가는 길에 들어가서 찍었는데 생각보다 너무 재밌었다ㅋㅋ

• 임대인의 마음..ㅋ 잘됐으면 좋겠다!

• 캠핑_걸스카웃 이래로 밖에서 잔적 처음인듯

• 아빠의 피아노 공연

* 이달의 반성 : 일하다가 빡쳐서 그냥 가방들고 나가버린 것.. 요즘.. 심리가 좋지 않은 것 같다. 다행인건 인지를 하고있다. 반성하고.. 다시 마음을 다 잡아봐야지..

* 이달의 슬픈일 : 일이 싫어도 너~무 싫고 너~무 하기 싫다 큰일이네ㅠㅠ 지겹다.. 흔들리는 이 마음을 어찌할꼬.

* 이달의 기쁜일(좋았던일) :

• 4/1일 대딩 애들이랑 만나서 점심_프랑스 가정식. 카페. 인생네컷. 벚꽃 구경. 친구네 강아지 장고랑 산책. 저녁_타이 음식. 한강까지!! 좋은거. 맛있는거. 예쁜거. 귀여운거 다보고 다 한 하루

• 언니랑 캠핑

걸스카웃 이후로(사실 기억도 잘 안남) 텐트치고 밖에서 자보는 건 처음이라 괜찮으려나, 허리도 안좋은데 잘 수 있으려나, 밖에서 자기엔 아직 춥지 않나 고민 걱정 많이 했지만..ㅋ 언니의 좋~은 장비들과 따뜻한 배려에 걱정이 무색할 정도로 잘 즐기다 왔다. 아늑한 텐트에 에어매트도 깔아주고, 극세사 이불도 덮어줘서 완전 글램핑 같은 잠자리였다. 2023년 4월의 봄을 밖에서 제대로 만끽할 수 있어서 좋았던 리얼 캠핑!

* 이달의 소소한 기쁨 : 5월달까지만 임시개방하는 서울대 수목원 방문. 머릿 속을 비우는데는 자연이 최고인 것 같다!

* 이달의 잘한일 :

• 꽃들고 아빠 피아노 공연 방문한 일

• 좋은 날씨에 많이 걸음

* 이달의 결심 : 인생에 다룰 줄 아는 악기 하나쯤 있어야겠다!!

* 이달의 인상적 이벤트

• 아빠의 피아노 공연🎹 [내 마음에 아이가 산다]

아빠는 피아노를 배워보고 싶다며 학원에 가서 ‘도레미파솔라시도’부터 연습하기 시작했다. 그로부터 몇 년 후, 학원에서 시니어 연주자들끼리 모여 작은 피아노 연주회를 열었고 가족을 초대했다. 그렇게 가장 첫 줄에 앉아 아빠의 첫 연주를 듣는데 왈칵 눈물이 났다. 그동안 연습한 흔적이 고스란히 느껴졌고, 손의 떨림에서 긴장감이 그대로 전해졌기에.. 나에겐 조성진보다 더 값진 공연이었다. 공연 후 소감을 묻자, 국문과 교수님이라는 분이 ‘뭔가를 접어야 할 것 같은 나이에 새로운 걸 시작할 수 있다는 것이 좋았다고, 뭔가를 새로 시작하는 것이 청춘이고 봄이다. 내 마음에 아이가 산다.’ 라고 답했는데 참 멋졌다. 돌아오는 길에 내 마음에는 아이가 살고 있나? 그렇다면 그 아이는 뭐 하며 살고 있지?(🙄ㅋㅋ) 하는 생각과 함께 뭔가 새로운 것을 시작해 보고 싶어졌다. 나도 악기 하나쯤 다룰 줄 아는 그런 풍요로운 인생을 살아야겠다는 생각도.

* 이달의 감동 : (이달의 인상적 이벤트의 연장선 상에서) 아빠의 피아노 공연을 보고 그 느낌에 대해 저렇게 짤막한 글을 쓰고 읽어줬는데 아빠가 눈물을 훔쳤다. 막 우신건 아니었지만 그렁그렁 맺힌 느낌이었는데.. 태어나서 아빠의 눈물을 본 건 처음인듯..? 감덩이었다..🥹

* 이달의 깨달음 : 예술은 생산성이 없다고 생각했는데 오히려 그 반대, 생산성 그 자체라는 깨달음. 태초부터 지금까지 춤추고 노래하는 것이 끊이지 않고 계속 되어온 이유가, 돈도 밥도 안되는데 도대체 우린 왜 그렇게 살아왔으며 이렇게 수천년을 이어져오고 있는 건지 참 궁금했는데 문득 마음을 지배해서 그런 것이 아닐까 하는 생각이 들었다. 그리고 그 마음들을 형상화해서 또다른 생산성을 만들어내는 행위가 예술이 아닐까 싶고. 그것을 그리면 그림이 되는 것이고, 쓰면 글이, 부르면 노래가 되는 것.

아빠의 공연을 보면서 무언가 하고 싶은 마음들, 보여주고 싶은 마음들, 잘하고 싶은 마음들이 모여 한 공간을 채우고, 관객들은 보이지 않는 그 마음을 받아들이고 감동을 받고 박수로 표현한다는 느낌을 받았다. 이런게 예술이 아닐까? 밥이 되고 돈이 되지 않아도 열심히 하는 것. 그렇게 몽글몽글 사람의 마음에서 무언가 피어나게 하는 것 말이다.

4월의 키워드 : 마음