Chapter 2 – #2. Timid Menace
Accident Circuit stopped.
What did I just see?
Why is the illustration I applied for in her laptop?
The main character of the illustration is Nam Ga-yeon, the 7th heroine in my novel.
Recently, I thought that I needed an illustration with a more provocative pose, and I had meetings with the artist several times via e-mail.
[So wouldn’t it be better to lower your hips a little more?]
[No. Women feel ashamed the more they lift their posture.]
How do you know that
Where did you pick them up?
Or are you actually an experienced master? The author.
I asked for the application to express shame in the best possible way, but the draft of the artist’s illustration was nothing short of vulgar.
[That’s true, but I wonder if the composition will come out pretty…]
[You must trust me completely.]
That way of saying that if you believe in yourself, you will succeed unconditionally.
[Ummm… If the writer said that much…]
In response to the author’s confident reply, I decided not to be stubborn.
Well… It’s because there’s a track record so far.
You will do well
[I’ll draw it so that the lower part reacts as soon as I see it!]
When I showed a trusting attitude, the writer answered me in a half-joking tone.
It’s not like we have a personal relationship, but I wondered if being a business partner would feel like this…
Hannah bangs her laptop screen! I folded it hard to make a sound.
“…Take it.”
“Uh?”
“Raka. He said he needed it. Take it quickly.”
Hannah lowered her head and urged me to go quickly.
After putting on a dumbfounded expression for a while, I nodded and slowly returned to my seat.
“What is it? Did you get Raka?”
Huimin held out a pink Laka next to me.
“I looked in the drawer and found it. I’m sorry. Hey. Use that if you want to use it.
“…Uh. Thank you.”
Even though it was definitely time to work in a hurry, I just stared at the knife board with my eyes wide open like an idiot.
It’s not like I was wrong.
If that’s the case, Hannah wouldn’t have to close her laptop so hard.
HNE… HNE Author…
A… I… Is…?
Really?
Is that Hannah really the writer who fiercely discussed with me what it is to be a colleague?
She lifted her head and turned her head to Hannah’s seat once more.
Hannah didn’t seem to have started working again, but she had a very calm expression.
Actually, the author is a different person, and was she just looking at the illustration?
No, but I don’t think there’s any reason why the artist sent Hannah an illustration that hasn’t been completed yet…
But that’s for a while. She slammed her forehead into her desk.
Oh…
I’m sick…
Perhaps it hurt herself, she held her forehead with both of her hands and lifted her head.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Just like that, Hannah buried her head in her desk again.
…Okay. Whatever the truth may be, it will be embarrassing.
A grown-up wife was caught by a senior at school while looking at erotic pictures.
I thought it would be understandable even if I hit her head a couple more times.
Hannah was very concerned about her, but she couldn’t keep observing her.
With a human model in my pocket, I went out the door of the design studio with a locker.
Leaving the building of the College of Architecture, I slowly spread newspapers on the floor, taped a human model, and made it stand upright.
“Oh, stand still. Guys, why are you falling down?”
I want to collapse right now, but that’s what I mean.
After barely fixing it, I meticulously sprayed it.
It takes about 30 minutes to dry…
I closed the lid of the Raka and went up to the 5th floor again.
I gave Huimin’s locker back… Now I have to give it back to Hannah…
Are you feeling better now?
When I turned my gaze toward the window once again, I saw Hannah, who had become haggard after only 20 minutes.
Half-unfocused eyes.
Her hair was tousled, as if it had been pulled or straightened.
…Still, if it’s all used up, I’ll have to return it, right?
I swallowed her saliva once and strode towards Hannah’s seat.
“Um… Naeun?”
She didn’t even look at me, even though I was right in front of her seat.
When I spoke to her, she raised her head and looked up at me.
“Ah…!”
Her pupils trembled.
“This. Well written. Thank you.”
It was already the day before the deadline, so I was busy, but I diagnosed that the shorter the uncomfortable situation, the better, so I turned my back and tried to return to my seat.
But I had no choice but to stop at the warm feeling on my wrist.
“I… Over there.”
It was because Hannah got up from her seat and grabbed my wrist.
“I saw…”
She asked me in her crawling voice.
Um… What kind of answer should I give here.
Wouldn’t it be better to pretend not to know?
“What?”
“My monitor screen…”
“No? Didn’t you see? Why did you leave something open?”
I should have just said I didn’t see it.
“No. You saw it. Brother. My painting.”
It’s not just a painting… It’s my painting…
That means that. Hannah is actually…
“You can’t go anywhere and never tell me, okay?”
She grabbed my hands with a nervous expression.
Her expression was like that of a frightened puppy.
…I really shouldn’t be like this, but I’m so used to this situation.
Actual experience converged to zero, but for me, who has already written over a hundred novels…
A beauty with a weakness.
And an ordinary man who never missed his prey.
I felt another self wriggling inside me.
‘Lee Min Ho. Your novels are no longer fiction! Do it!’
‘No! You crazy bastard! You don’t have to know how to distinguish between reality and reality!’
‘If you’re writing obscene language, I’ll try to talk to a kid like Hannah someday!’
‘Why! If I earn all the money later, I will end this life and that’s it!’
“Brother…?”
When I didn’t answer, Hannah slightly tilted her head and looked at my expression.
Attire exclusive to the design studio.
Even though she was wearing only a sweatshirt and hoodie, her beauty radiated.
Intricately detailed facial features. A slim jawline.
…A chance to become a genius has come to me.
“H.N.E.”
With each word she spat out, Hannah’s big eyes widened.
“Ah… Uh… Uh…”
After just three letters, she lost her words.
Her movements are like a squeaking doll.
One step. Two steps.
I approached her slowly.
“Hide it with your bare mouth?”
A mischievous smile crept across my lips.
On the other hand, Hannah’s face slowly began to turn into despair.
“What… What do you want?”
Like a cornered rabbit, she began to shudder.
“…Phone number.”
“Yes?”
“Ask for your phone number.”
I handed her my cell phone.
[010-**88-0923]
I just called that number.
The melody of a cheerful pop song flowed from behind.
“Save it. It’s my number.”
I hung up the phone and smiled at her.
Good. With this I…
Lee Min Ho. I wondered if it was the day when I showed the greatest courage in my 25-year-old life.
I just wanted to applaud inwardly for my bold action.
Mosol Adain, am I being so rude to such a beauty?
After saving Hannah’s number, I thought to myself that I had gained a great harvest.
“Yes…”
I was going to go back to my seat and prepare for the deadline right away.
Through her contact information, I decided to gradually think about what to try.
If I ask to meet you outside, will you meet me? Will you meet me?
Imagining that, I turned my back and Hannah grabbed my collar.
“Why?”
“Is it over?”
She looked at me with an expression of incomprehension.
“What?”
“Is it the end? The cost of hiding my secret.”
…For now, that’s how it is.
I couldn’t understand Hannah’s reaction.
She seemed to have changed her mood a bit from before, when she seemed frightened.
“Huh.”
She frowned as if she didn’t like something.
“Okay. Then. Call that number instead, or don’t give it to someone else.”
…I’m sure I’m in the position of A, but I’m starting to get a little annoyed with the feeling that they treat me strangely.
Do you not understand the situation?
If this were my novel… You already…
“It’s really fucking fresh.”
Hannah’s self-talk with her back turned stuck in my mind.
Under. You can’t understand the subject right now and come out like that, right?
I stopped her steps and went back to my seat, grabbing Hannah who was about to sit down.
“Again. What?”
Her gaze as if looking at a bug.
Okay. The heroines in my novels always have that kind of reaction at first.
“Do you really want to end your life?”
I looked down at her with her stern expression.
I thought this would make me a little nervous…
A slightly different answer than I expected came out of her mouth.
“How are you going to end it?”
No. How do you finish That’s it… If you reveal that you’re an illustrator who draws erotic pictures…
When I hesitated and didn’t answer, she looked at me pitifully.
“Haa… It’s really disgusting to pretend to be strong without a proper plan, right?”
…Now, he’s cursing at me, a star writer of nonsense, for not having a build-up, right?
I felt another ego inside me burning hot.
