Chapter 39 – #39. Hostess
Now that I have noticed Naeun’s pattern to some extent, I decided not to fall for her thread.
No, but why is he ashamed to say that he founded a soccer team?
I was dumbfounded by Naeun’s expression, which seemed to be laughing at something.
“Anyway, stop messing around. I have to finish the model from now on, so if you don’t have materials, just leave it alone. What to eat after designing.”
Naeun opened her refrigerator door once again and looked around, then she let out a deep sigh.
“I will… I asked you to make something for me, but I don’t think there will be enough food for you.”
“Did you think you were going to eat at my house?”
Of course, even if I had formally invited her to her house for some reason, I would have made her delivery.
“All right. Then I will prepare in advance so that there will be no misfortunes like this from next time.”
“…Are you saying you’re coming again?”
It’s next. Teacher.
Are you saying that you will come back after drinking again next time and act as a character in my novel?
“Why? No, I do not want?”
Naeun glared at me with her gaze.
Did she like Naeun’s surprise visit or did she dislike it?
Her um… Of course, her lower back would raise her head and welcome her, but I was honestly a bit… Vague…
If her girlfriend was visiting her boyfriend’s room, she would of course think it was a happy and exciting event, but she felt that her relationship with me was a bit…
Her…
Shouldn’t we pursue rape in the architecture department?
Fuck.
What are you thinking? I am.
I tried to explain our relationship in words, but I thought there was nothing sicker than this.
It seemed that the version could be made in several ways.
[RE: College life starting with rape.]
[She is suspiciously obsessed with rapists.]
[The girl who was raped by her keeps following me.]
Kya I wrote my next work. It’s Minho.
Now let’s go to non-fiction, not fantasy based on imagination.
It’s about taking a leap forward as an artist.
When I didn’t respond to Naeun’s words with a subtle expression, Naeun came forward to me.
“Your brother said it was good too.”
She runs her slender fingertips over my pants.
Naeun-ah… But that comment is often said by men to women in vulgar language… Heh heh.
“Hey! Do not touch!”
Naeun’s behavior of touching my cock as if she were touching a cute cat she met on the street made me angry.
“Why? Do you think you will stand?”
I spoke to her with a serious expression.
“I don’t have time to play with you. I mean, I have to design it. More than that, you’re also planning today, so can you stay here?”
It was said that I had a plan, so did she, but for some reason Naeun seemed carefree.
It’s a structure that can’t be…
The morning of the design class was always hell.
We know we will be whipped, but we still had to make garbage.
She knew what she would hear if she carried this, but she couldn’t help it nonetheless.
Because you can’t go empty-handed.
And if there was one thing that comforted me, it was that the guy next to me wasn’t too different.
In a studio organized between 12 and 15 people, if there are more than 2 people who are praised, it was good to say that the day was a bountiful harvest.
What about the rest…
It’s heartbreaking, but I’ll get used to it now. Grade 4.
It was a grade in which everyone had calluses that made it hard to cry and resent the professor at home.
“Eh… Well…”
When Naeun suddenly talked about design class, her pupils lost their way and began to spin round and round.
“Didn’t you?”
“…Yes.”
She smiled condescendingly as she was still wearing only an apron in her underwear.
“Hey. Then why don’t you play here and go home as soon as you wake up and get ready. Why are you doing this here?”
“…I like it.”
Naeun sat down on the bed with a sad expression as if she didn’t like what I said.
“And if you want to make it like your brother, you just don’t make it.”
Hey. You are guilty of assault
Assault by design.
“…I thought it wasn’t bad.”
Last night, I made it while applauding and thinking, ‘Maybe it will be okay this time?’, But when I saw Naeun’s reaction, I suddenly felt like I was dying.
If there is a similarity between architectural design and novel writing, it is that it is a work that has no choice but to be very sensitive to the reactions of others.
Most architectural design is to build a building they want by receiving a request from a customer, unless the architect self-realizes at his own expense.
That’s why it was very important to understand how my design would look in the eyes of others and try to meet their needs as much as possible within the given conditions.
Novelist. It may be a little different for a normal novelist, but writers who write web novels also had no choice but to look at the reaction of readers.
It was written in the hope that many people would enjoy it.
It wasn’t a writing that I made with my own egotism.
Fortunately, it is safe to say that [I imprisoned her] Became a hit because my tastes matched those of popular readers.
Having suffered internal injuries from Naeun’s words, I asked her once more.
“…Is it really that bad?”
If it’s not good to Naeun’s eyes, it’s just recycling trash to the professor’s eyes…
Naeun, who picked up my model, turned her up and down, left and right, and started giving her feedback.
“Brother. How about putting a little mass in here?”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it too heavy to block this place like this? Let’s open this place like this and increase it a little.”
…Listen to it?
Honestly, if she had pointed it out to me about her novel, she would of course have blown her bubble and asked what you knew, but I’m Lee Min-ho.
A man with an atrocious design sense.
Naeun, who is a professional player, said that when it comes to making and drawing beautifully, I tried to follow her advice.
“Okay. I’ll try.”
What. Even if I got scolded for carrying the changed version, I had no intention of blaming Naeun.
I’m already used to paying money and being scolded.
“Brother. And please, what can I do with the knife?”
…Ugh.
“It’s okay because it’s a study model.”
“Study is like that. I made it as if it was a child’s play.”
It really hits the bone.
It hurts… It hurts so much…
The main broadcast, which started after going to school, hadn’t even started yet, but the appetizer was very stingy.
“Let’s do better this time. But are you really not going to class?”
“Yes. I am taking a break today.”
…That’s cool
Well, I didn’t think Naeun’s actions were pleasure without responsibility.
Because she is already a successful illustrator.
Even if I had to drop out of school right away, I would have been able to earn a living.
“Then go home.”
“Why do you keep trying to kick me out?”
Na-Eun seemed to frown when I periodically urged her to go home.
But is this something to complain about?
Why are you trying to stay at my house when you have nothing to do?
“…No way.”
Naeun covered her mouth with her chin.
“Did I get eaten!”
…I want to make a model quickly, but I couldn’t concentrate.
“Hey! What are you going to eat after you came in and ate me!”
“…Anyway, it’s my older brother who ate.”
“I don’t know. Do not talk to me.”
“Virgins are torn apart by rape, eaten again, and thrown away…”
Naeun pretending to cry.
I was ignoring her like that.
“Hey heck… I won’t be able to get married for the rest of my life.”
“What kind of man would take me in… A woman who was eaten by a rapist…”
“Haa… I wanted to have many beautiful babies and live happily…”
Even if I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it, I just couldn’t do it!
In the end, I exploded and slammed the desk.
“Stop! Hannah! Stop!”
“… Take responsibility.”
She was looking up at me, smiling as if she had ever sobbed.
“Okay, just be quiet until you go to school! A little!”
“You promised? All right. Then. Will you go to the mart with me later after class? Got it?”
“Uh. Uh. Okay.”
What is the mart… What is the mart!
Fortunately, Naeun, who got the appointment, lay on the bed and stared at her phone, not teasing me or talking to me anymore.
And how long has it been? I finally made a revised model and checked the time.
12:48.
It’s perfect.
I think I can hold on to this one time today.
“Oh, look at that. It’s much better because I fixed it the way I told you to fix it.”
As soon as I got up, Eun-eun hurriedly came to my side and praised my work.
“That’s right. Thanks. Naeun.”
“Ah, what is it? Then have a good trip. Brother!”
…Huh?
I felt a strange sense of incongruity in her words.
Go…?
Then you…?
“Are you not leaving?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You were supposed to go to the mart later.”
“That’s it, why aren’t you leaving? The landlord isn’t home either.”
Rather, Naeun tilted her head with an expression that I did not understand.
“Because the hostess is at home?”
…Oh my god.
