Big Life

18 - There was a sea (9)

Bucheon writer's office.

“Congratulations, Writer Ha. ”

“I think it will definitely be made this time. ”

Tae-won and Somi congratulated each other.

It was shortly after I heard about the rebuilding of the Oscar Dungeon of Shoes Agreement. It was published through Rappbooks, so of course they were the ones to tell.

“The game's not going to be built in a day or two, and I'm watching it for at least a year. ”

“Maybe so. ”

“Once the IP deal is finalized, I won't be planning it, and then I can start writing scenarios for it. So I accepted it cool when I met this guy called Moza. I have a free schedule.”

Somi, who went to the kitchen, returned with three cups of coffee on a tray. Reconstruction said with her eyes closed.

“I think they want to create a webtoon while marketing. ”

The word Webtoon immediately caught Somi's eye.

“Great! I think it would be a great promotion if I hooked up with Comic KT and offered a webtoon service. Or navin or daum. ”

“So I need your help, Somi. ”

“…… Yes? ”

Somi's face is dazed with a laughing van.

The gaze of reconstruction was shifting to Thaewon.

“I want you to draw me a webtoon, Jules. ”

“Ah, yes. ”

“I like Somi's paintings. So we need a contingent to make sure Mr. Somi's paintings look good. ”

The voice of reconstruction resonates.

Somi has been editing several of her novels.

The cheer and encouragement you give as a reader, not an editor, cannot be counted. Every moment became a defining force in the life of reconstruction.

“Somi will be able to really understand and paint a picture of the world view of my work. ”

Skill is next to toughness.

Somi has no reason to have difficulty communicating in business. Even if hardship comes, there is no loss of trust. It's proven enough with the time we've spent together.

“Ha Writer, but my painting.... ”

Somi blurs her words with a frightened face.

Reconstruction smiled and put a copy of "Oscar's Dungeon" painted on her desk.

“You're a pro, Somi. How much for the green illustration already? I've seen all your comic books. Be confident. I like the original author. What more do you need to say? ”

“Hah, just to make sure it doesn't look good on your eyes. ”

“It's okay for me to look, Mr. Jung. If you didn't like the formal surrogate drawings, would you have left the cover of the books out of the rapbooks? ”

Tae Won also smiled at me.

Somi looked down and thought.

After a long look down at the ‘Oscar's Dungeon’ cover, she raises her head.

“Thank you. I'll do it. ”

When I finished thinking, Somi's voice became more vigorous.

“Ha, I'm going to work hard believing that President Kwon will give you a good conti. ”

“Yes, that's it. ”

Reconstruction shows palms up.

Somi smiles quietly and raises her palms and slams into him.

“Then I'll take good care of the contract and the rest. ”

“Yes, Mr. Ha, don't worry. Focus on the rest of the film. ”

“Thank you. Lika, shall we go?" ”

Lika, sitting in a window frame, looks out, cuts down.

Reconstruction stands up, holding Lika in her heart.

“You don't know when you'll be back down there, do you? ”

“Yes, it may be the last day of filming in the East Sea. If anything changes in the scenario at the scene, I need to talk to the supervisor. ”

“I told her to take good care of Writer Ha. ”

“You're taking such good care of her. Mr. Somi's bed and breakfast is a five-star hotel. Then let's go.”

Reconstruction of shoes on the porch suddenly turned around.

It was only then that I realized that there was no writer in the office.

“You're slowing down today. ”

“Well, unfortunately, we all have jobs. Yang went on a trip with his friends, and Jean and this writer went home. ”

No one said anything about Minho. He said he would be back in a week, but he had called to say he needed to stay for a while because of the family situation. The manuscript was there writing and emailing.

“It's lonely in a crowded office. ”

In silence, Somi took out Najjik's words.

The reconstruction opened the front door with a bitter smile.

The cold air in the hallway wrapped around my body.

* * *

- Are you sure you won't come out? It says here you shot a chipmunk!

“It's because I don't like the taste. I'm getting sleepy. I'm going to watch some TV and sleep, so take your time. ”

- Okay, I'll pack it up. Oh, Sis! You remember I live alone today? Dispatch!

“I know. I'll see you later. Bye. ”

Eun-young lowers her phone and puts her hands back on the keyboard. The sound of her typewriter ringing in her stomach was heavy and slow. It was a day when the lines were rarely drawn.

‘What happened…. ’

My thoughts about Minho were complicated in my head. There is still no news that he will come up in a week.

I didn't reach out personally because I knew what was going on down there. However, when I asked Somi as if there was a ‘family situation', I heard the answer.

‘Did you have a good time with her? ’

It's good to stay with the woman you've been introduced to. You have to smile.

However, Eun-young could hardly smile.

‘Phew...... I need to rest today. ’

Eun-young saved the word program and turned off her laptop. There was no development, no momentum. She raises herself up with a simple supper tip.

Beep, beep, beep.

At that time, a tone rang from the front door to enter the password.

Eun-young frowns on one eye.

Reconstruction went down to the East Sea and no one should come at this time.

“Bro…?! ”

Soon after the door opened, Eun-young opened her mouth halfway.

Minho stands at the threshold.

I was dragging the carrier in the same suit I was going back to my hometown.

No, it was different because my whole body was soaked in rain.

“What's going on, bro? Why was it raining like this? ”

Eun-young asked, bringing me a rag.

Minho answered, wiping his wet face with the towel he received.

“It's pouring out of nowhere. ”

“You said you had a family affair. Did you come up here because it was fixed? ”

“Well, whatever. ”

“Wash and change before you catch a cold. Did you have dinner?”

“Not yet, are you? ”

“I was just about to eat, too. I'll get you cleaned up. ”

While Minho was entering the bathroom, Eun-young started preparing dinner. I was quick to trim the vegetables. There was no energy.

“Smells good. ”

“The microscope brought the crown prince from home. Sit down. It'll only take a minute. ”

Min-ho and Eun-young sat down and sat down to chat.

It took me a while to eat without saying a word.

It was Eun-young who broke the silence and opened her mouth first.

“Did everything go okay down there? ”

Eun-young mentioned ‘work’ also included women's problems. Whether he knew it or not, Minho only looked at his head dry.

“You're okay, too, right? ”

“I was just writing in my office. What's the big deal? ”

“Yes... ”

“ ……. ”

Both of them finished eating without making eye contact with each other because of their awkwardness.

While Minho was doing the dishes, Eun-young spread his wet suit evenly and hung it on her hanger.

Eun-young said when they finished brushing their teeth.

“Today, Writer Ha, is the day I come back from this alone. We're about to start. ”

“Oh, right. We'll see.”

“Would you like to have a beer? ”

“Good.”

When I turned on the TV, "I live alone" was broadcasting an ad before the broadcast.

The two of them sat side by side on the couch, sipping beer.

Eun-young twists her legs and looks at the TV. If it were normal, he would lay down and lift his legs to Minho without hesitation. I begged him to rub it on me because I was upset.

But I can't do that anymore.

Since Minho went down to his hometown to be introduced to a woman, there was a wall between the two of them.

A solid wall that cannot be broken by its own power.

“I already drank it. ”

“Can I have another one? ”

“I'll get it. ”

“Mine, too. ”

When Minho brought a new beer, "I live alone" began.

The image of JooJooJoo filled the screen, and the conversation continued.

“Joon-ssi, it's so natural. You look really tired. I don't think there's any choreography. ”

“Hah, I heard you say there's a play. Organize in the most natural and fun way possible. ”

“I see. It's actually more empathetic in the office than other celebrities. ”

“Me, too. More fun. ”

After a while, while Joon was making the egg horses in a mess, the reconstruction came home.

Eun-young mutters as she slaps her knees.

“Ha, you cared about your hairstyle being on the air. It's been harder than usual. ”

“Hahaha, I see. ”

Minho's smile of answering was shattered.

I'm sorry for the reconstruction on TV, but I didn't notice anything.

This isn't the time to be having this conversation with Eun-young.

“Don't you think that's what the Internet says about movies? By getting involved with Director Woo Jae-hoon? ”

“Should I?”

“Are you tired? I have no energy.”

“I'm tired of drinking beer. ”

After finishing eating and drinking coffee, I was leaving JooJoon's house for reconstruction.

But this was not the end of the resurrection.

After the broadcast had been going on for some time, it was another meeting at the cafe.

“You recorded this reinforcement again. Hah said he recorded more footage in the cafe because it was interesting. ”

“Aha.”

Targeting and reconstruction on TV were having everyday conversations over coffee. After talking about this and that, Joon was changing the subject.

- I want to go to your writer's office again. I had a really good time at that.

- Reconstruction: Yeah, you're an office star. Writer Jang praised you for being so handsome.

“Oh, brother! Talk to us. ”

Eun-young smiled brightly and said. I was interested in not even Minho, so I held out my head with my upper body that was leaning deep in Sophie.

- How are all the office writers?

- Reconstruction: Uh, um...

- What is it? What's that look on your face that suggests something's wrong?

- Reconstruction: I just don't have anything I can do to help a writer with his concerns.

- Who is it? Writer Jang? Or what?

- Reconstruction: that's a little hard to say. Maybe he's watching.

Gulp.

Minho choked and swallowed.

I was convinced it was about me. In front of an unexpected development, he stiffens all over himself.

- Okay, then tell me what you're worried about.

- Reconstruction: Concerns of likers.

- Hey, I specialize in that stuff. What are you worried about?

- Reconstruction: a writer doesn't have a constant income. He asked if anyone would really like him. Simply put, yes.

- So what did you say?

- I told you there would be. I'll be around. Be sure to look around.

“ ……! ”

After Minho, Eun-young's whole body became stiff.

There is not a word that continues consciously with each other sitting next to it.

The broadcast was ongoing.

So why don't I tell you a story for the camera, in case you're watching?

- Is that right? Come on, Writer. It's going to work.

The reconstruction looks a little shy, looking at the camera and grabbing his fist.

When the reconstruction and gaze on the TV hit, Minho's heart boiled to the level that he had pressed.

“Hey, who's that? Who told you about her? Is that a microscope or a lotus? ”

She pretended to be full of Eun-young, then whispered and drank three sips of beer in a row.

Minho shoved his head down next to her, stroking her flared face.

“It's you.”

“Me? I never thought about that with Writer Ha. ”

“I've told you about you. ”

“ ……?! ”

Eun-young opened her eyes in astonishment. Minho's head was bowing.

“It was a lie that it was housework. I needed time to think about you. I've finally come to that conclusion today. ”

“What are you talking about, brother...? ”

“Thank you, Writer Ha, for your courage. I don't want to think about the future anymore. I want to tell you now, even if it makes you feel uncomfortable later. ”

Minho looked up at Eun-young.

The heart of Silver Spirit, which was bound to be unstoppable, was shaking as if it were broken.

“So, I mean…… I've been seeing you for a long time and it's really hard to say this, but I…… ah…! ”

Minho scratched his head without finishing his speech.

Eun-young's hands slowly reach out, trembling.

Soon after, her lips settled on Minho's lips. Each other's mouths slowly opened, unable to exhale the exhaling breath.

“Stop talking, brother. ”

Eun-young whispered and continued to kiss.

Minho hugged her waist, wrapped her arms around the back of her neck. Then he collapsed into one body.

“Now, wait a minute. Don't, brother. I'll take it off.”

Eun-young grabs the remote and turns off the interior lamp.

The sound of tangled breathing rapidly grows rougher in the dark.

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