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A rainy night seen through the vinyl tent, a story beginning over shots of soju. The steamy fish cake broth warmly enveloping the face—Korean night culture.
Honest conversations with alcohol. Instant enclosed space created by vinyl wrapping. The atmosphere of a rainy night.
An old pojangmacha in the back alleys of Jongno. The ajumma who has been guarding the same spot for 20 years leaves at 11 PM and entrusts it only to regulars with 'Help yourself and clean up.'
Two soju glasses facing each other on plastic chairs. Steam rising from fish cake skewers, the sizzle of oil from green onion pancakes. Eyes change with every glass of soju poured. Raindrops on the plastic wrap glisten like jewels reflecting the inner lights.
Behind the street food stall's vinyl awning, stepping out into a narrow alley brings the sound of rain closer. Yellow light seeping through gaps in the vinyl awning, two people standing at its edge, getting drenched in the rain. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol, unaware of the rain soaking them.
After the auntie left, two people remain at the street food stall. An excuse that the rain is too heavy to go home. The leftover stew bubbles on the butane gas burner, and it's the second bottle of soju. The world inside the plastic tent is small but warm, the time when one becomes the most honest in the world.