2:00 in the morning
And time went by like a shell-shocked soldier . Sang Huin Os interactions at a convenience store that he often frequented were no different than at any other time . For the people whom he encountered he had , at one moment , the pugnacious haughtiness of a bull ready to charge , the next moment a conscientious withdrawal from this arrogant stance by awkward fumbling glances and gestures , and lastly a shy retreat from human interaction . So as he was at the 7 - eleven at 2:00 in the morning buying some milk the same thing occurred : bullish glances into the faces of the cashiers , awkwardly attempting to locate his wallet from one of the pockets of his bag -LRB- money always having been such a dismissed tool until that inevitability of having to use it -RRB- , and a hurried look of one wanting to abscond from having his fumbling interactions with King Sejong notes scrutinized as much as a wish to avoid small talk with the cashiers -LRB- Korean utterances or near utterances to which he would be as ungrammatical as a pig or therein in his native English where a fuller exchange and a denuding of himself would have to ensue -RRB- . This disorganization with Korean Won and money in general was what he knew to be a microcosm of wanting to depart from all social situations . It was his secret of dislike of humanity and feeling that he was wrong to feel this way embarrassingly disclosed by the fumbling subconscious like the disrobing of Janet Jackson Os breasts . It was no wonder that the gentleman within him often ran away in the midst of social encounters .