Chapter 393 – Award – Absence of Communication (2)
His relatives, including Seo Ju-hwan, found the assigned seats and sat down. Meanwhile, Lee Seok-chan and his college friends took their seats right behind Seo Joo-hwan and his group.
Seo Ju-hwan asked as if he wasn’t surprised anymore.
“Did you pick out the seat you wanted?”
“At least it’s better to be close. It wasn’t a very difficult request, it was easy.”
Hey, it’s a contest sponsored by his brother’s wife’s family, so what’s the job? It wasn’t something that affected the details of the award, nor did it cause any inconvenience to anyone, so it wouldn’t be an act of power to this extent.
Lee Seok-chan, who was giggling, suddenly asked.
“Hey, Juhwan. Are you going to win a literary contest?”
“What should I do?”
“Can I bet that you won the Nobel Dice? I was asking because I used a different pen name. I just wanted to avoid revealing it.”
“It’s not something to hide. It’s just because being a web novel writer can lead to prejudice when judging.”
It was the advice of Woo Seo-yoon, a disciple of writer Kim Hyun-young, to change his pen name. She was worried about him, saying that in today’s literary world, there are just as many old-timers with hardened views as there are respectable writers.
Seo Joo-hwan took her advice for her and submitted the contest entry under the pen name Seo Ae-pil, which was taken from his parents ‘name his, instead of the usual’Seo-hwan’ pen name.
“Then, promote it to Nobel Dice? With the co-representative authority, grand publicity hits?”
“Wait a minute. It’s a bit strange when you think about it. Even though I am a co-representative, only my face is known. But isn’t it like painting my face with gold if I promote it on the site?”
“It’s fine. It’s not my business.”
“Hey… Friend. Let’s not do that.”
Seo Joo-hwan was about to curse, but when he saw her parents her next to her, he hurriedly corrected her words her. She couldn’t lash out in front of her parents her, though.
Lee Seok-chan giggled and said.
“It’s a joke. I’ll post a congratulatory message in my name.”
“That’s a bit strange too…….”
“It’s fine. Who will say what if we celebrate by making a moderately large cash event? Readers will love it as well.”
“Ah, then it will be fine. Or, as a limited-time event, release my works for free for a while.”
“Okay. That seems to be fine too. A web novel by a writer who is the target of a literary contest. Aggro will be so damn attracted.”
While we were talking, the empty seats were filled one by one. The time has come to proceed with the awards.
It was then that I heard a familiar voice.
“Seo Joo-hwan.”
It was a well-dressed woman who called his name her.
Seo Ju-hwan called the woman’s name her with a surprised face.
“Woo Seo-yoon?”
“How have you been doing? Long time no see.”
“What am I? But you….”
Woo Seo-yoon was still pretty. However, there was something a little different from what he remembered. The hair that fell down to his shoulders was very short.
Seo Joo-hwan said with a smile without showing any surprise.
“You’ve become more beautiful than I’ve ever seen. How have you been doing?”
It seemed that it would be more comfortable for each other to just compliment each other rather than tease each other.
Woo Seo-yoon also smiled a little, as if he liked the words. I was worried because I hadn’t contacted her for a while, but it seemed to be in better condition than I thought.
“Put. Thanks Do you think it suits you?”
“What doesn’t suit you? Isn’t that the award today? Congratulation. I thought you would win.”
“Thank you. But you came here because you were also suspicious. And I think the target is you, Joo-Hwan.”
Instead of answering with words, Seo Joo-hwan smiled. Woo Seo-yoon smiled at him as if he knew that.
Then Lee Seok-chan intervened.
“Joo Hwan-ah, is this the writer Woo Yoon?”
“Who…?”
Seo Ju-hwan introduced Lee Seok-chan to Woo Seo-yoon.
“Representative of Nobel Dice.”
“Uh? Aren’t you the representative?”
“Co-representative. And I’m the face madam, and in reality, she’s the representative.”
“Hello, author. My name is Lee Seok-chan, co-CEO of Nobel Dice.”
Lee Seok-chan held out his hand and asked for a handshake. He spoke in an unusual tone and a friendly voice to Woo Seo-yoon, who held her hand with a bewildered expression.
“Author Yoon Woo, thank you for writing good works on our site. I also enjoy watching the ‘overlapping wounds’ written by the author. Actually, I don’t like romance very much, but the artist’s work was very interesting because it was based on professional knowledge about tattoos.”
The other party also reacted to Lee Seok-chan’s words to her. All of them were hard readers who spent money in increments of 100,000 won per month on Nobel Dice.
“OMG. Are you the writer Woo Yoon? I really enjoy watching the work.”
“Wow, the author is very pretty.”
“Writer sister, I find your work more interesting than my older brother’s novels. Please enjoy writing until the end.”
Jang Deok-hoon stood up from his seat and said hello. He was a fan of writer Wu Yun.
“Wu, writer Wooyun, I am a fan. I am learning a lot because the psychological portrayal of the characters in the work is so good. Oh, I also participated in the Nobel Dice Contest… 100 million?!”
“Bear, do you want to go back? Where are you selling your eyes?”
Seo Joo-hee grabbed Jang Deok-hoon by the back and sat him down.
Woo Seo-yoon was taken aback by the unexpected reaction.
“Oh, no. Thank you for choosing me as the target for a work that is lacking. Thank you for watching everyone enjoy it.”
She waved her hand as if embarrassed by the constant shower of compliments.
Lee Seok-chan said with a smile.
“Haha. Did I pick that up? It’s because the author wrote it well. As you know, this contest was selected solely by the number of views without any internal screening. Look at my friends reaction. In that sense, thank you for your continued support, writer.”
“Ah yes. Please take good care of me.”
“This is my business card. If you have any questions, you can contact me right away. Oh, and congratulations on winning the literary contest.”
“Yes, yes. Thank you.”
Woo Seo-yoon bowed his head to Lee Seok-chan and greeted Seo Joo-hwan. There was no longer any regret in his eyes.
After seeing her off her, Seo Joo-hwan said that she was glad in her heart her, and then looked back at her Lee Seok-chan. And she laughed and said teasingly.
“Sorry, what is business mode? Did you even fall for Seoyoon?”
As if he wasn’t the only one surprised, Jeong Ha-yeon and the others also helped each other out.
“It’s creepy to see Lee Seok-chan’s face changed.”
“I thought this oppa was possessed by a ghost.”
“Brother, it’s a little strange.”
“I feel bad because that oppa pretends to be gentle.”
“Me too…….”
It was so different from her usual appearance that even Han Soo-ah agreed.
Lee Seok-chan snorted and giggled.
“This is a great writer on our site, so will we treat it like you guys? All of you will come under me anyway.”
“What? Who will enter under you?”
“Hey, look at what this brother is saying. Really unlucky.”
In response, Lee Seok-chan crossed his arms and condescended.
“Ugh. Are you guys not coming to our company later? Especially Jeong Ha-yeon and Yoo Ji-kyung. You guys said you’re going to get a job at a publishing house later? Is our company’s employee welfare good? Pay more than mid-sized companies with low wages. Are you trying to kick the fact that even if you don’t have experience in such a company, you are selected as a preferential treatment for acquaintances?”
“…….”
The group shut their mouths.
Yoo Ji-kyung was working as an editor on Wei Tube, but her dream was to one day join a publishing company and discover writers, and Jang Deok-hun was a writer, not an editor, but he received a lot of help from Lee Seok-chan.
“P. I’m going to broadcast. Seokchan oppa is an idiot.”
“I am Sua Witube editor. Aren’t you interested in editing novels?”
The two little kids who had nothing to catch were messing around.
Lee Seok-chan raised one corner of his mouth as if he was laughing.
“Suah, who introduced you to MCN, where you are now? Did you know that the boss over there is an acquaintance of mine?”
“Ugh. I hate bullying….”
Han Soo-ah sank.
Lee Seok-chan looked back at Seo Ju-hee.
“Seo Joo-hee, you… I’ll figure it out. You can play with Deokhoon.”
“Don’t bully my boyfriend!”
“What? Show me what really bothers me?”
“This is tyranny…….”
Lee Seok-chan giggled and made his party shut up with the 3rd generation conglomerate’s power-hungry. Of course, it was all just a joke.
There was a woman who did not give in to the prank. Jeong Ha-yeon was white and straightened her long middle finger.
“Damn it. I’m not going to Nobel Dice? I don’t owe you anything.”
“Ok?”
Lee Seok-chan’s eyes widened at the unexpected answer. Seo Joo-hwan, who had been watching silently, asked back with a surprised face.
“Ha-yeon, you don’t want to come to Nobel Dice after you graduate? You said you were going to get a job at a publishing company later?”
I once had a conversation with Jung Ha-yeon about the future after graduation. At the time, she said she would get a job at Nobel Dice.
“Uh? Oh, that’s… I have something to worry about.”
Jeong Ha-yeon made a troubled expression.
At that time, an announcement was heard with a crackling sound.
– Ah, the award ceremony will begin soon, so I would appreciate it if everyone would be seated.
“Oh. They say it starts in a little while! Look ahead.”
Jeong Ha-yeon evaded her words her quickly.
“Uh? Ha Yeon-ah, hey. Jeong Ha-yeon.”
“Ahaha. I’ll tell you later, later.”
“When later?”
“Between me.”
“… Are you sure to tell me?”
Seo Joo-hwan licked his lips and turned his head forward.
‘Write. The other day, I definitely said I wanted to be an editor.’
Did you have any other goals? Then why didn’t you say anything until now?
‘I don’t think it’s going to be easy even now.’
Will you tell me when the time is right
Seo Joo-hwan decided to pay more attention to Jeong Ha-yeon. No, not just Jeong Ha-yeon, but other women as well. At least the women who had already given their hearts were not simply regarded as objects to have sex with. He didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes as before.
*
One by one, the winners went up to the podium.
There was only one award left.
– Target, lack of communication. Author Seo Ae-pil, please come up to the podium.
Seo Joo-hwan got up from his seat and straightened his clothes. He moved his stride in the proud gaze of his relatives and friends his.
“Honey, my son won a real grand prize. What should I do? I didn’t do anything, but I was alone like that…….”
“Hmm. Whose son is that?”
“Cancer. Give me my hand.”
“He is my son.”
“So you’re my grandson.”
He had to try hard not to laugh at the voice behind him. Anyway, it’s not like father and son, but something.
– I would like to hear from the winner.
Seo Joo-hwan took over the microphone and spoke about his feelings his prepared in advance.
“‘Absence of Communication’ was inspired by a family I know.”
At those words, the Seo Jeong-ho family, who were sitting in the audience, looked at him startled.
Seo Joo-hwan smiled at them, meaning not to worry. Of course, he had no intention of directly mentioning Seo Jeong-ho’s family. No matter how reconciled they are, how can we mention the precarious family discord as a good thing?
He spoke again.
“At first, I was thinking of expressing in writing the process of a family experiencing discord, communicating properly and continuing again. I actually wrote that. However, while I was writing, one thought added to the details.”
He began to reflect on himself while writing on the subject of communication. Does the ‘absence of communication’ only apply to Seo Jeong-ho’s family? Rather, I, who writes this article, have lived my life without communicating with anyone.
“Looking back, I realized that I had this problem from the time I was writing. I realized that it wasn’t just the outward discord that was the problem. I once thought of myself as a very ugly person. I thought I was a person nobody needed. I thought that being with someone would only make me unhappy, and I only thought that sharing those feelings with my family would double the pain.”
Unhappiness. It’s a really crappy word.
No matter what I did, it never worked out. Whatever I did, everything went wrong, and accidents happened.
It wasn’t always just big things that happened. But all sorts of minor misadventures always happened, no matter the size. And I attributed all that bad luck to me.
“So I didn’t speak even when it was difficult, I closed my eyes and closed my ears. Without properly communicating with anyone, let alone my family, I finished the story within myself. I thought it was useless to talk to anyone.”
Because talking about it didn’t solve it.
Because it was thought that sharing sorrow would not alleviate it, but only contagion.
“But, that wasn’t it. Lack of communication. Because I didn’t speak, no one could know or understand. That made me even more sick.”
Yes, now that I think about it, the ‘misfortune’ that really befell me wasn’t simply luck. My self-esteem was lowered due to a series of bad luck, I blamed myself for everything, and I stopped communicating. I lived thinking that I shouldn’t cause harm while looking at other people’s notice.
[The death of Han Soo-ah. It was n’t her master’s fault that she died.]
The killer appeared in the same place at the same time in this life. If I hadn’t been to the concert with Han Soo-ah, she would have met the killer again and cut off her arms and legs of her. In this life, the same thing would have happened even though the “Unhappiness” Had surely disappeared.
Paradoxically, it meant that Han Soo-ah’s death was not due to ‘my misfortune’.
[But the master before returning blamed himself. She thought that Han Sua’s suicide was because of her.]
Because I was terribly unlucky, and I thought I was just a man carrying misfortune. Han Soo-ah also thought that my misfortune was contagious.
[That wasn’t it. The master’s greatest misfortune of her was not making Han Su-ah die, but making her ‘think’ that Han Su-ah died because of her. It was to make them ‘consider’ that all the bad things around them happened because of them.]
I lived thinking like that. So I pushed away even the approaching relationship and cut the string of opportunities to change. Clearly, even before returning, Jeong Ha-yeon, Lee Seok-chan, Jang Deok-hoon, Yoo Ji-gyeong… My family reached out to me. I had a chance to be different, but I cut myself off because I was busy hurting myself and didn’t want to be hurt more.
But now.
“It is different now. The last table of contents of Absence of Communication I wrote is ‘mediation of communication’. The late ‘Happiness’ became a medium of communication and reconnected the family. And I also got the same medium of happiness.”
[Whoops. Are you talking about me?]
Seo Joo-hwan nodded his head slightly. And he bowed with a sense of apology and gratitude to his mother and father who were crying in the audience, and his younger brother who was beaten. He smiled at his grandfather and other relatives and dear friends.
“We all live through a lack of communication. But we are at the same time. It can also be a medium for those who are experiencing an absence. I would like to express my gratitude to my precious people who made me realize this fact and allowed me to write this article.”
That is all.
That’s how I finished my 5-minute impression.
