Chapter 106 – #106. ^^
[Uh? What?]
A calm voice as if nothing had happened.
Are you kidding me? Lee Min Ho?
Are you kidding me right now?
[…Do you really have anything to say to me?]
I’m so angry right now that my hands are all shaking.
Are you going to pretend you didn’t know until the end?
[Uh… When we arrive tomorrow, there’s a delicious giblet hot pot restaurant near Seoul Station, so let’s go there?]
Okay. You have no intention of saying it with your mouth.
[…Illustration.]
[Ah…!]
As if it was only then that he remembered, the shameless boyfriend exclaimed.
[Have you seen it already…?]
[It’s been 3 hours since it was uploaded. How can I not see that!]
Yelled out
If it was uploaded at 11 o’clock every evening, I was the one who always looked after [Her and her confinement] Before 12 o’clock.
Even if it’s really late, I always leave comments and recommendations before 1 am…
My older brother must have been taken aback by my exclamation, so he limped on his parents.
[Ah… Actually, I was thinking of talking to you, but you said you were on a trip, so I was afraid it might bother you. I just left it to someone else.]
Come down to my hometown?
Is it because I’m traveling?
[…That’s the character I created.]
Tears well up at his pitiful excuse.
[…That’s the kid I conceived with while thinking of me.]
It’s cruel. It’s cruel. It’s cruel.
How can a person be so cruel
[But… That… Outsourced it to someone else…?]
[It’s all about having fun and playing comfortably. From the next character onwards, of course, I will ask you again.]
[Don’t say it’s not a big deal!]
A stream of tears drips down.
[Brother, is this a joke? Can’t you see I’m angry now?]
For a while, nothing was heard.
[…Hannah.]
[Uh.]
[I can be sad, but I also have my own schedule.]
My brother continued his words in a slightly chilly voice.
[I was able to meet the schedule only when the illustration came out by the day after tomorrow, and you couldn’t match it.]
[No. But if you go up and do it soon…!]
[You said it was completed in just two days? You usually ask me for about two weeks.]
Verbally correct words.
It would probably be impossible to actually bring a highly complete work within two days.
The level of basic coloring is probably the limit.
[I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t expect you to be so offended, but I hope you understand me too.]
The head and heart do not always point in one direction.
Even though I understood what Minho oppa was hiding from me, my already scarred heart showed no signs of healing.
[…Who is the author?]
[Huh?]
[Who is the artist who drew that?]
[Cporia]
[Hang up.]
As soon as I hung up the phone, the sadness I had endured rises.
Like a child whose toys were taken away, I cried and beat the pillow.
“How did you do this to me… Midwinter…”
Her first character in [I imprisoned her].
I remembered the day I was entrusted with Suyeon Kang.
To be able to draw illustrations for the novels I love so much.
On the day I received the application, I sent a reply to the writer with cheers.
Thank you for entrusting me. I will try really hard.
That’s how we made a lot of characters together.
Even when drawing stewardess Ji Seo-yoon with torn stockings.
Even when drawing Ryu So-yeon with her skirt lifted up.
Until the day [Her Imprisoned Her] Was completed, I thought I would be with the Midwinter writer.
But how…
And even my boyfriend, the mid-winter writer…
Once again, I press the rough, not my drawing.
“…Why are you so damn good at drawing?”
Honestly, if it was a painting that I couldn’t draw, I would throw it over right away and say that I would draw a new one, but I did a damn good job on Seaforia or something.
So even more annoying
“Huh. I got this…”
Biting her nails with one hand, she accesses a search engine and writes down the name of the illustrator her brother told her about.
[Seaforia]
Perhaps because he was such a famous person, even though he wrote in Korean, he immediately found his personal page in English.
…You draw well.
Scrolling through the pictures one by one, I had to admit.
It was a completely different style from me, but I could tell that this person was a talented person just by looking at one of the main cards.
But the picture looks familiar…
When I got down to the floor, I found a familiar painting that was presumed to be the artist’s earliest work.
This…
I knew this person
“Jimin unnie…”
* * *
Ha…
After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror with a slightly puzzled face.
I was going to pick up Naeun, but should I say that I’m already afraid to see her face?
I uploaded a rough copy last night and tried to explain the situation when we met today, but for some reason, Naeun already checked the notice and yelled at me on the phone at dawn.
I even knew that he read my novel, but I never thought he would contact me after seeing it like a knife.
However, there was something that I was a little embarrassed about because I was more angry than I thought.
Yes, drawing illustrations for Naeun is ‘work’.
I heard that the thing most office workers who went on vacation hate is receiving a phone call from the company.
If you understand it in that context, I think my choice was extremely reasonable.
Rather, perhaps it should be thanked.
After drying my hair, I put on jeans, a gray sweatshirt, and a long navy coat.
Obviously, Naeun was 26 when I sent her away, but when I returned home, I was 27 and Naeun was 25.
The appointment time is 3 o’clock.
She just said what she had to say and hung up. She texted me at 9:00 the next morning asking her to come out by 3:00.
Arriving at the station a bit early, I waited for Naeun with half expectation and half worry.
It’s good to see you after a long time, but I was nervous because I was still angry.
Weiying.
Ringing cell phone vibrating.
[Hello.]
[…Where are you.]
[I am here on the bench in front of the pharmacy by the front door.]
[…I’ll go there.]
After about 5 minutes, I saw Naeun dragging a small black suitcase from a distance.
A white knit over a red skirt.
A dark beige coat covered her petite frame.
“…Naeun.”
I was going to welcome her with a smile, but looking at her icy face, I was sure it wasn’t like that right now.
“…Give me your phone.”
“…Cell phone?”
“Huh. Right now.”
Firm speech.
Taking the phone out of her pocket, I obediently handed it over to her.
Wanting to do something, I sneakily moved behind her, but what she was checking was my message window.
“…Doesn’t exist.”
She muttered in a low voice.
“What is missing?”
She didn’t answer my words and clicked on my mail app.
“Hey. What are you doing. Hannah.”
Have I become an invisible person?
Even though I kept asking her questions, she didn’t listen and just tapped on my phone screen.
It seems like he is frantically searching for something, but is it because he thinks I may have had an affair?
If that was the case, I was proud.
In the first place, the last thing I contacted a woman other than Naeun was on the day of the city planning announcement, when Sieun asked if she was coming to school.
Ah. You did call her mom on the 1st of January.
Well, except for that.
“…Found.”
Biting her nails with her left hand, what she pressed was the mail log between me and the writer Cporia.
I never had a bad conversation with the Cporia writer.
It was just the delivery of information for collaboration.
I swear there was nothing I couldn’t show Naeun.
Rather, if she was having her strange delusions, she was me, who I even thought was a great resource to clear up misunderstandings by showing her first.
“Kid. Nothing really Naeun. I will definitely apply for the next character from you.”
I quietly put my hand on her shoulder and asked in a soft voice.
“…There is nothing without it. Brother.”
Is there a part to tackle and fall over?
Can’t you?
No, and even if there were parts I didn’t like, I didn’t even know if that writer was a man or a woman.
He could just be a fucking pig who likes to draw shit, but why is he being so sensitive?
“Can’t you see this? This?”
I was wondering what the heck you were looking at…
“…What is this?”
There’s nothing wrong with looking at cancer.
“Really, my brother is insane!”
People passing by us look in our direction at Naeun’s cry.
Huh… I feel like I’ve turned into some big asshole…
“No. Naeun. Just calm down and don’t like exactly where it is, so I’m doing it.”
Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes.
“This… Look at this. Hehe. Whoa.”
When she confirmed the spot she had pointed out with her index finger, I couldn’t hide my confused expression.
Ah… Is this…?
Are you crying over this?
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But even if you’re a woman, isn’t this enough for you to look after?
