Big Life

22 - See you at home (4)

In a few minutes.

Reconstruction took a call from Yeon Woo and headed to the back gate. In front of the started-up car, Yeon-woo stood looking left and right.

“You're acting like a spy. ”

“Get on with your jokes, bro. ”

The reconstruction got into the back seat and the car left immediately.

Reconstruction told Yeonwoo, who was modifying navigation to a broadcast station.

“Somi's here with us, and we're going to have lunch. ”

“I'll go to the station first, even if I eat. It's easy to eat nearby. Representative Jung can come with me when I enter the office. ”

She said that and looked at the passenger seat.

Somi looks out the window and is unresponsive.

“Daryl? Are you okay? ”

“Yes?”

“Lunch. After the reconstruction is over between you and Yeouido, come into the office with me. ”

“Oh, yes. I like it too.”

“What were you thinking? ”

“No, it's just that I still have a bit of film left.... ”

The reconstruction of the back seat pretended to be careless, but lifted both ears. The emotions of those close to him were very precious.

Yeongwoo, who received a left turn signal, breaks the steering wheel and joins the horse.

“You were afraid of movies, weren't you? It's not the same as the book. ”

“Yes, but I was scared, but I felt sad. I liked the uplifting music, and I think the actors were really good at acting to give me goosebumps. ”

When she finished talking, Somi took out her phone and touched it.

When I searched for the name of Hong Ye Sol, a profile picture came to mind. Looking into his face, Somi was even more surprised.

‘Why did you look at me like that? ’

How many times did I notice the fierce look in her eyes?

Since the first time I met you in the bathroom.

I felt itchy behind my back several times while watching the movie.

Even when he came out of the theater, he clearly recognized that he was staring at him. I immediately turned my head, but I still had that cold look on my face.

‘By any chance...? ’

It was not a speculation at all.

I couldn't base it on it, but it was my gut as a woman.

Somi secretly looks at the face of the reconstruction reflected in the rearview mirror. I couldn't read any of his emotions from his expressions that were as bold as ever.

“You're rebuilding, Representative Jung. How about sushi?”

“I don't care. What about Somi?”

“Oh, yes……. I like that sushi is neat. ”

Even after arriving at the restaurant, Yule did not leave Somi's head.

In the end, I finished eating dry without even knowing if sushi was going into my mouth or into my nose.

“Then I'll go from here, Yeon-woo. Go inside with Somi. ”

“Yes, brother. I'll pick you up at the station when it's over. ”

The reconstruction grimaces and smiles.

“Did you forget what we talked about yesterday? You don't have to come. ”

“Oh, right. I forgot to tell you, let's go! ”

Turning around, the reconstruction was one step away.

Nearly disappeared, Yeongwoo and Somi also set out toward the parking lot.

I walked forward and asked Somi as if she were passing by.

“Hah, are you on a schedule again after the radio? ”

“Oh, Park Hye-sung and I are having dinner together. ”

Somi was surprised and lifted her face.

A comet is an announcer known for its elegant beauty and refined speech. The woman who wanted to be a daughter-in-law, she was also a good judge so she could be named first.

“For work? ”

“No, he just wanted to thank me once for everything. ”

After answering Yeon-woo's questions, she opened the door.

Somi subsequently got on the passenger seat, which was a bad feeling.

The grim gaze was looking at the reconstructed station building.

‘It's a different world now. ’

Reconstruction felt like its existence was getting further and further away.

It was a different loss from the bitter sadness I felt on the day I confessed.

“Man, it's raining. ”

The mildew grumbled and activated the wipers.

Somi stares at the windowpane as the wiper goes back and forth.

The unforgettable landscapes came to mind one by one on top of the window.

The day I first met him, the day he picked up my naked shoes, the day I walked with one umbrella....

I still have all the memories.

It is my own precious memory that I cannot tell anyone. Even this will soon become distorted by memories and blur into time. So Somi was sad.

“Hey, Representative Jung. ”

When the car stopped in front of the enemy signal.

Yeon-woo clears her voice and carefully suggests.

“Would you like to come in for a hot cup of coffee while it's raining? ”

“…… do that. ”

Somi, who was mesmerized by thought, replied with a look down.

Yeongwoo gladly turns her head to the left.

Glug glug!

The phone I was holding in my hand rang.

Somi sighs and checks the received message.

It was a message that flew from the rebuild.

- I met Mr. Brown Eye Soda. I got you a new single. You like Somi, right? Can I get you an autograph in Somi's name?

A thin smile appeared on Somi's sad face. She slowly flicks her fingers and writes back.

- No, Mr. Ha. You're busy, but don't bother with me.

- It doesn't bother me to say a word. You gonna be working late at the office tonight? I'll pick it up later.

- If you're going to come for an album, don't.

- I want to see Rica. How about a little late-night steamed call?

After a few seconds.

Somi smiles with her teeth exposed, not holding on much longer.

I realized I was thinking stupid thoughts. I lived in the same world. They were neither memories nor memories. Every moment with him was still going on.

- Koh, Koh……!

After replying, Somi raises her head.

The late summer rain that hit the car window stopped. Somi's face was also clear, looking at the sunny world.

“Representative Jung, shall we go into the distance? ”

“Yes? Why? ”

“I thought we were going to have coffee. The new cafe has a great vibe. ”

“Don't you think they all taste the same? It'll be hard to park, but you can go to the officetel and pick it up from the cafe on the first floor. ”

Suddenly, Somi only wanted to go back to the office and start working.

I was comparing pathetic for a moment. The opponent to win is not the Comet, but me. I do my best in my field.

“Dear author, the signal has turned green. ”

“Hmmm… yes. ”

Yeon-woo's expression was pointy and repetitive. Somi carefully considers other people's feelings, but she has not done so now.

* * *

Tadadadak! Tadadak! Tadahak!

Inside a writer's office at MBS station.

Reconstruction was sitting comfortably on a chair prepared for itself, writing a play.

‘Okay, here's where the tools and lotus coincidentally meet in the packaged wagon...' ’

I didn't know the ten fingers that were tapping the batsman could rest.

The guards' script is already complete.

I was writing a script for the glutinous rice cake salesman.

It was taking some time.

The previous story of the security guard was relatively independent, enabling easy work based on the original.

However, the story of the glutinous rice cake salesman and the movie director became a drama. As the contact between the two people increased, there was also a large increase in where to look at the hands. Working on the station was also for quick communication with the PD.

‘At least it'll be two days late. ’

The manuscript was to be completed and handed over in four days.

I had plenty of time, but the reconstruction was diligently focused on writing.

I wanted to get it over with and go home.

Lika's face that she left in her office was also in front of her eyes. Lika would be crouching on her knees right now if she could bring him in.

Is it time already? ’

The clock on the wall was pointing to noon.

It was not until the reconstruction turned around. I saw a woman in her mid-twenties sitting in a corner.

“Be at ease, Writer. ”

The reconstruction laughs softly and speaks to the woman. It was the original delay of the backup writer attached to him.

“Oh, no. I'm comfortable now, sir. ”

The delay blushes and replies.

Unlike the horse, his shoulders and back were straightening with tension.

“I've told you so many times. You don't have to keep your seat. I'll call you if I need anything. ”

“ ……. ”

The delay drops your head and grabs hold of your phone.

Plaintiff deliveries, simple calibrations and arrangements, and errands were her role.

But I've never had my phone ring on a reconstructive phone before.

‘I can't.... ’

Even though I clearly nailed it from the beginning that I didn't need it, the assistant writer stuck like this.

I told him not to make me drink coffee even when I couldn't.

Reconstruction was nothing but a burden.

I frequently felt disturbed by the delay to guard my back without doing any work. Even if it did not make any noise, it was a situation that was bothered by existence itself.

Reconstruction speaks again.

“Have some lunch, writer. ”

“Oh, I had a late breakfast. I'm fine.”

The voice of delay trembles like a man thrown out in a fierce rage.

After graduating from Windows and entering the broadcaster, she was familiar with the reputation of rebuilding. I couldn't believe the time I was spending in the same space as rebuilding. I could barely breathe with my eyes open.

“W-we don't... have lunch? ”

“Well, I'm getting hungry too... ”

After thinking about it, the reconstruction took place and stood up.

It was a lie that I was hungry.

I wanted to finish writing, but I decided to postpone it for a while. I felt sorry for the delay.

Turning around, I've never had a conversational conversation while busy working.

“Will you come out with me? ”

“Yes…? ”

“What a surprise. Join me for lunch. Come on."

Reconstruction grabs him with a hand gesture.

The delay rises with a shivering face and picks up the cloak on Juju Island. Then I left the writer's office with the reconstruction.

“Mr. Delay is 26 this year? ”

“Yes... I graduated a little late to earn my tuition. ”

The two continued the conversation slowly across the hall.

The delay in answering the ongoing question of reconstruction was shy but straightforward.

“Were you always dreaming of being a broadcaster? ”

“Yes, I love drama so much... I went in with the windows because I wanted to be a broadcaster from the beginning. ”

“Broadcasting writers are a really tough area. Among my comrades, there were not one or two who had just been beaten up to become broadcasters. Mr. Delay, you're amazing. ”

“I'm only the youngest... But thank you.”

Right then.

A woman coming out of their side bathroom toward the exit immediately slammed behind the wall. She opened her eyes indefinitely.

"Isn't that the delay her famous sister is taking? Is he hooked up with Hae-won? ’

Bora grimaces.

I saw the backs of two people moving away. The malice that had been hidden in his heart began to twist.

‘I did...? ’

Soon, Bora smiled bitterly.

There was no misgivings in the malice of being drawn towards people. She rolls her head and moves in the opposite direction from the reconstruction.

That night.

Bora met a delay in a cafe downtown.

The delay that came out without even knowing it was just shrugging both shoulders.

“Sis, you know me, right? We saw it in the five-wheeler studio together when I was your favorite sister. ”

“Yes, yes. Hello."

It was a delay in answering Bora, who was five years old or younger, as she listened to Bora's rebuke. I felt overwhelmed by the fact that I was sitting across from him. Compared to a gorgeous purple blouse, he was utterly humbled by his understated T-shirt and jeans.

“I suddenly remembered and called. I've made a few mistakes in the past because I was sensitive. I want to apologize.”

“ ……. ”

Under the table, ten fingers of delay were shaken.

I can't believe that was a small mistake. I put cold water on my face because I brought the coffee a few minutes late.

The delay at that time was crying all night in shame.

I even decided to go public and quit my job as a broadcaster.

But I couldn't. It was because of the money given as a silent tone. The broadcaster's salary was low and his life was always in trouble.

“You're having a hard time, aren't you? ”

Bora speaks in a softer voice.

“Is there 700,000 won in salary these days? No, are you up there? I don't know. 800 won? ”

“ ……. ”

“How do you live with that for a month? I drink all day, and the bag breaks. Are you doing anything else, Albara? ”

“ ……. ”

The delay grips the molar tightly.

Her pride, which was hard every day of her life, was crumbling uncontrollably.

Was it just an excuse to formally apologize? I wonder how much more insulting they called me.

“Sister.”

“ ……. ”

“She's not responding. Keep your head up. ”

“Listen... I do. ”

Bora blubbered and drank coffee with a straw. Then he became a refreshing face, clapping his hands and proposing.

“Do you want me to be the main writer in the ICU? ”

“ ……?! ”

The delay raises your head as you zoom in on both pupils as much as possible.

Bora chuckles as if her silly expression were amusing.

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