Great Novelist

Coin asked me if I was happy. No matter what the question meant, he turned the red hat in his hand and asked.

“What?”

“What else could it be? The double crown. ”

“I'm glad. It's an honor. ”

I'm glad. I have no reason to be offended. The double crown was one of the few honorable things a writer could experience. I lost my house, blew up my money, got drunk, fell into a river, and continued to write. It's the joy I experienced at the end.

“Genius.”

He calls himself a genius.

“Asia's first, Korea's first, youngest genius writer. ”

I turned my head to the call. He was looking at himself as he was testing something.

“Why?”

“Do you like the title? ”

“Whatever you call it, it's not something I can do. ”

“Do you like it? ”

“Well, I don't feel bad about Coin calling me that. ”

“You're lying.”

At that, he laughed reflexively.

“Why do you think that is? Genius is a good word, isn't it? ”

“Don't pretend you don't know. Somewhere else, but not on this floor. If you didn't know that, you'd still be terribly excited. ”

He looks down at the stream of water. Not a single strand of water began to fall rapidly from the highest place. I return to where I belong as if flying was unnatural.

“That's right."

Coin was right. I didn't like the stream falling down.

“I hate the idea of being a genius. ”

His voice is bold. He won't see his face. You can feel the momentum of the coin standing up behind you.

“Why?”

“I've been hearing that for too long. ”

“A long time ago?”

“Yes, a long time ago. It's long enough to be bitten and nauseous. ”

The title is unsatisfactory. The so-called genius crashed. They are still called geniuses. It creates a sense of crisis. to write. Make sure you don't get dragged under water again.

“I won the prize because I'm alive. Living means fighting. I held on to it. And I won.”

“So the survivor is the winner. ”

“Yes.”

You survived. You inhaled. I could smell the water coming from the pond. Writing is repeating the process.

“Survival is a gift, not a struggle. ”

You are here with the help of many people.

“Genius is too light. Unsatisfied. I like it bigger, shinier, more glamorous. ”

You hear a cheerful laugh behind your back. I quickly turned my head, just in case. He grabs the boat and lowers his waist. The laughter of a coin that is hard to see.

“I knew this would happen after my lunch. I hope more people agree with you than anyone else. I want you to know who you are, and I want everyone to read you. ”

He did not deny it. Clearly, there is such a need to sleep inside of him.

“So are you. ”

I asked him, he published about 240 different kinds of articles. There are many unannounced works in his study. He is rough and honest. I already knew the answer.

“Of course.”

He narrows his eyes.

“Sometimes you're like an old man pretending to be twice in life. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

As I was ruling over the stabbing heart and fearing for answers to come back, I heard popularity from afar. Multiple voices. Someone was coming this way at once. Coin and herself look back at it at the same time. Soon, someone climbs up to the stone bridge. It was two people in white dresses and tuxedos.

“Wedding shot. ”

The most eye-catching was the white dress. I had a happy smile. I took a step forward to take a closer look. Out of the shade, the sun came down. The moment you cover your eyes with your hands, the bride in the dress looks this way. She only checks to see that there are people and turns back to face. The shutter was pressing. It seemed like they were already filming several times elsewhere in the park. The two of them switched sides. The groom, who was not well seen, appeared. When the priest hears the whisper, he suddenly turns his head this way.

“Oops.”

The shadow falls. He stands at a loss. When he saw the coin in the unknown behavior of the English language, he covered his face with sunglasses.

“What's the matter? ”

“Put on that red hat. ”

“You don't deserve it. ”

“He's a journalist. ”

“Yes?”

He reflexively asked, but he wore a hard hat. The coin frowns upon its appearance. I still don't like this moment.

“It's coming towards us. He must have recognized the coin. ”

“No.”

“I'm not saying that. That beard of yours didn't work. ”

“Shut up.”

“This isn't a dangerous situation, is it? ”

“What's a tuxedo without a camera? It's coming.”

I was pretty quick to say that. The coin speaks small and fast, and puts its hand in your pocket. I was showing him a defensive posture. He was naturally standing next to her.

“I see you here. Kelly Coin.”

“Who was that?”

“Oops. Excuse me. ”

Tuxedos routinely rummages through his pockets, realizing his outfit, and sticking out a slightly crumpled business card from the pocket in the back of his trousers. I took a quick look and saw the logo of a famous magazine. He was also a magazine publisher who introduced a book published in Fernand. Coin also published quite a lot of articles in Fernand.

“You're filming. ”

“Yes. Today's the day. ”

“Then let's continue filming. ”

“It's okay, it's break time. Oh, don't worry. I don't want to cover it. ”

“Then you can go even further. ”

“Oh, don't do that. ”

He doesn't leave even if Coin reveals uncomfortable plantings, whether he's being oblivious or pretending not to notice. Dong, who knew there was a vacation home around here, talked to me in a friendly manner, saying, "Don't you come to the park often? Isn't it a beautiful place?" Coin's mood worsens in the long conversation. He was as natural as possible away from them.

“By the way, is that your friend? That's a nice hat."

He grabs the ankle. Coin said at once.

“I don't know. It's just a kid in the neighborhood. He was just as annoying to me as you. Great. Let's talk to this guy. Let me go. ”

What are you talking about? Is he seriously annoyed and trying to get rid of the situation? Or is it a high-level operation? I squeezed my hat tighter because my embarrassed smile came out.

“Hello?"

He greets you gently. He bowed his head without saying a word.

“This guy's famous, you know? ”

Tuxedo's hand points to the coin. He replied with a few moments.

“I've written a few books. ”

“Haha. Right. You know exactly what I mean. ”

The coin gazes down at him without a word. He said as he overcame the fierce gaze of coin.

“I just saw a street performance. It was based in England. The king out there was wearing a red hat just like you. ”

“Isn't that a crown? ”

“That's right."

“Does it look a little like my hat? ”

“Very similar. ”

He lowers his eyes slightly. He's floating. Kelly Coin and the Asian. He wonders if the Asian next to the coin might be a coincidence. How did you accept the conversation just now? I kept pretending not to know.

“Did you enjoy the show? ”

“Reasonably? I wasn't even dressed. ”

“Funny you should say that in a tuxedo. ”

“Oops. You didn't think of my clothes. ”

The journalist sighed as little as he did.

“I heard the eulogy. ”

I see you. I raise my head slowly. He was only looking at the coins. You can't do anything with the symptoms alone. Besides, he didn't have a camera or a record. He was silent. Coin said boldly.

“Let's talk about that in person by chance. ”

“Can we meet in person? ”

“Why are you asking me that? ”

“It's just a shame. ”

The tuxedo is unfortunate. It may be a coincidence that the red hat in front of his eyes, but he has to return empty-handed. He is in every position to be photographed today. At a distance, the bride waited.

“Red hat. ”

Tuxedo calls to himself.

“Yes.”

“Show me your face next time. ”

He did not answer. He gives Coin a short hello and then crosses over the bridge again.

“You underestimated my fame. ”

“Let's go quickly. ”

The two of them left like they were running away. When Tuxedo finished filming and returned to the press, there was no one there.

*

Reporters came to the bachelor party. Horses are a bachelor party, more like they just wanted to play amongst themselves. In fact, they started playing without saying anything even though the protagonist appeared an hour later. Since I became a journalist, all my friends and friends from school came together.

“Well, didn't anything interesting happen? ”

One of them approached and asked. He was a political informant. The journalist kicked him out and drank. I needed something to fill my regrets. The memories of the wedding shoot bothered me. You could have just asked. I'd try to take it off even more brazenly. At that time, my hands trembled at the thought that he might be coincidence. It was the biggest bluff I could afford. I didn't even dare to touch my hat.

“That must have been a coincidence. ”

The journalist felt the answer, not a big deal.

“Huh? What's a coincidence? ”

“Go away. ”

It was probably a coincidence. The Asian kid with the coins. English fluent there. Similar voices. It was not uncommon for young Asians to speak fluent English. Even if he had a voice similar to coincidence, he was not good at distinguishing people by his voice alone. He could have been a local kid, like Coin said. There was no evidence. But somehow I felt strongly that he was a coincidence. My heart beats. My emotions burn more firmly as I get drunk. I talked to a coincidence. Coincidence is right in front of you.

“Too bad.”

If I wasn't wearing a tuxedo, I'd be covering him front and back and maybe it's a coincidence. If so, he could have written a huge article. She comforts herself that it was a good choice to be her eternal companion. But I wanted to get drunk tonight.

“What's a coincidence? ”

He insists. He was a bothersome journalist. You open your mouth to remove him. And the next day, when he woke up with a hangover, the world was buzzing with a red hat.

“There was a coincidence in the United States. Witnesses to a red hat? ”

I read that short sentence, but my heart fluttered. Of course I didn't even remember. If there's just one thing you know for sure, it's that you've done something pretty ugly.

End of Double Crown (7)

lim Han-baek