I’ll heal you at the Academy convenience store.
Coffee is a canoe
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000. Who am I? “29-year-old convenience store owner”
A nondescript convenience store in the heart of Seoul. It has an area of 25 pyeong and is just a typical franchise that you can find anywhere.
“Youngjin.”
“Yes, sir.”
“The boss told me to call him hyung.”
“···Haha. Yes. Hyung. What’s going on?”
I, Lee Young-jin, who has been working part-time there for three years, ran to the boss’s call.
“It’s not your shift change time, what are you doing?”
“Please lock the door for a moment and come inside to the office.”
As I faithfully carried out the order and went to the office, my brother sat down on his chair and looked up at me.
“I locked the door, hyung.”
“Yeah. It’s hard to talk when guests come over… Anyway, Youngjin, how old are you this year?”
“······Only twenty-nine.”
“You little brat. Look at that guy clenching his teeth and saying he’s not thirty.”
“Oh, why? I’m twenty-nine. I’m feeling a bit down because I’m twenty-nine, so do you want me to get upset?”
“Okay. I understand. Anyway, Youngjin, will you be completing your 3rd year next month?”
“yes.”
“It’s been a long time. Hey.”
“Thanks to you, hyung. Well.”
I am what is commonly called an orphan.
After graduating from high school, I came to Seoul with five million won, rented a studio apartment with a two-hundred-thousand-won deposit and a monthly rent of thirty thousand won, and worked any job I could get.
I am confident that there is nothing I have not done.
And at the age of 26, I suffered a herniated disc and finally found a place to live, a convenience store.
Convenience stores are the home of my heart. They are an oasis.
There is no boss urging you to come to work, you don’t have to break your back while getting on and off the bus, and there are no qigong workers who hint at you wanting to have a drink.
A life where you just come in the morning, clean, organize displays, serve customers, work, and then go home when it’s time for your shift.
Isn’t this the true meaning of contentment and leisure?
I worked hard, and the boss was a few years older than me and felt like a neighborhood older brother, so I felt really comfortable.
“···hmm.”
“Why is that?”
“no.”
The CEO stared at me for a moment and then quietly opened his mouth as if he had made a difficult decision.
“Youngjin, don’t you have a dream?”
“Is this a dream? Today, I’m going to have a spicy pollack mayo triangle at the scrapyard.”
“······No, not that. Ha.”
The boss scratched his head. What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you wash your hair?
“I’ve never caused any problems in the past 3 years, I’ve been good at customer service, I’ve been good at dealing with complaints, I’ve never made a mistake at the POS, I’ve been good at cleaning, I’ve kept the displays neat, and I’ve prepared orders from the delivery app right away…”
“Ha, I’m the neighborhood bully ace. There’s no one like me.”
“You’ve never been late for work after drinking… Are you still playing that game?”
“D/Z SAGA? Yes. I’m still playing it to death. This time, I’m going to try to find a new route.”
“···Yeah. My hobby is playing a shitty game and playing it for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, no. Don’t say bad words. Don’t say bad words.”
“······.”
What are you looking at like that?
It’s not that crappy of a game.
It’s a crappy game, but anyway, if a person plays a game for ten thousand hours, wouldn’t they be able to give it some recognition?
“Anyway, that’s why my brother is a bit worried.”
“What is it?”
“Brother, I’m going to Australia this time.”
“············? You go there often.”
“No, that’s not it.”
He tilted his head. Australia? Why? Skiing in Melbourne again?
If you’re going out to play, I’ll run two times.
···no.
The atmosphere is strange.
If I think about it, I wouldn’t have called you out of the blue and said something like that.
“Oh, you’re saying you’re going···.”
“Immigrant. I’m completely leaving.”
“Oh, I see.”
I nodded. It was cut off. It can’t be helped.
Part-timer life changes depending on the boss’s circumstances… so if you’ve done it for 3 years, it’s been a long time.
“My brother was trying to get everything sorted out before he left, but you were holding him back a bit.”
“Why? I’m confident that I can live well on my own. I can just keep playing that crappy game you mentioned for a month or two and then find another part-time job.”
“······No, that’s not it, Youngjin.”
“Yes, bro.”
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“Are you thinking of taking over this convenience store?”
“······yes?”
I really didn’t expect this.
What the heck is this hilarious hidden camera footage?
“There are customers in this neighborhood who come looking for you just to see your face, and if you make a little money at the convenience store, you know you can make enough to live on your own, right?”
“···I know. Even if it’s not the best, you can still make a profit by hiring two part-time workers.”
“Yes. That’s why I’m asking you to take it over. I’ll give it to you for as cheap as possible.”
“···Why all of a sudden? Are you perhaps running away rather than immigrating?”
“Mr. Park. Get out there, kid.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
We looked at each other and smiled faintly.
“···Ma. Hyung, you’re not a person who doesn’t have much money. If I go to Australia this time, I really won’t be able to come back for twenty years. That’s why I’m sorting out things, and when I was sorting out things here, you particularly caught my eye.”
“Why are you stepping on it?”
“So you’re not going to accept it?”
“You have to step on it and go.”
“You brat. You’re going to keep talking, anyway. I’ll match the key money as much as I can, so you try it.”
“···Me, the president?”
“Why can’t you do it? Are you scared? Are you the man who follows the world’s best Seongbuk-dong pawn shop master, Lee Young-jin?”
“···Ha, what do you think? Okay, I see. I’m the boss. Well. If you get bored while skiing in Melbourne, just order Baemin. I’ll send it right away.”
“···Hey, kid.”
My brother covered his face and giggled as if he was having so much fun, and I laughed along with him.
It may seem like a lot of debt at first, but ironically, the amount of money my brother mentioned was almost the same as the money I had saved so far.
It was overwhelmingly cheap and probably a courtesy to me.
“···Ha. Lee Young-jin is not a manager at Pyeon-dol-i, he’s the president.”
“Where are the managers at convenience stores these days?”
“Ha, anyway. …haha.”
“Huh?”
“No. The man, Lee Young-jin, has a burning heart, and the heat will evaporate even the tears that will fall….”
“······.”
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay.”
I wrote the contract and went outside with a full heart. I straightened my back, which I couldn’t endure without painkillers, and looked up at the sky.
I walked down the street, dancing to hip-hop without anyone noticing my flowing tears.
and
Squeak!
bang!
“Crack!?”
My vision becomes blurry, my body feels like it’s flying, and an indescribable pain and floating sensation take over me.
Boom!
The body, which had fallen from the head, bounced back once more and crashed to the floor.
My vision was blurring, desperately trying to figure out what had hit me.
and.
“F*ck….”
Burning Youth Lee Young-jin, 29 years old
He was hit and killed by a truck delivering food to our convenience store when he was nine years old.
