Chapter 160: Celebrities Live Off their Image (3)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
Suicide?
My mind wretched to a halt.
The rain died down. The drumming rain and shouts of reporters that drowned my ears grew distant. I was sitting in the meeting room once again. This was the present. The present. Okay, so what I saw was the future. Just as I took a step back from this horrible word…
“Chief Jung? What should we do about Ms. Jung Jae?”
Producer Yoo Sooyoung asked.
A chill ran down my spine. My blood seemed to gush out from me like a hunted animal that was hung upside down. I clenched my tingly hands a couple of times. The reporter’s voice rang in my ears.
Suicide. To commit suicide. What in…!
No, let’s calm down. This hasn’t happened yet. Yeah, not yet.
Damn it. But it didn’t seem like it was very far off either.
I rubbed my face beaded with cold sweat and said,
“I think we need to be more proactively looking for her.”
“More proactively?”
Everyone stared at me at my unexpected statement. Even Chief Lee Taeshin.
Team Leader Park tilted her head.
“Is there really a need to? If this fails, then we’ll be tight for time…”
“I felt things were a bit serious when I last talked to her. It also makes me uneasy that no one can get in contact her still. I’m worried she might be having some dark thoughts.”
“By dark thoughts you mean…”
Everyone held their breath.
“Though I hope I’m just being excessively worried.”
“You’re probably right. You scared me there.”
“Still, we aren’t tight for time yet, so let’s keep looking for her.”
I concluded and stood up. Chief Lee Taeshin’s gaze followed me.
I hid my urgency and said,
“Chief Lee, do you have a moment?”
I led, almost dragged, Chief Lee Taeshin to the outdoor smoking area.
A clear, cloudless sky was revealed when I opened the door. A lazy spring breeze shook the grass. This was definitely the present, yet it still felt surreal. My vision was still filled with afterimages of camera flashes.
“Umm, Chief Jung.”
Chief Lee Taeshin examined my complexion.
“Thank you for giving us some breathing room. But, Jae won’t have such dark thoughts you’re worried about.”
“How can you be so sure? When we can’t even get in contact with her?”
“She’s worked almost ten years since elementary school to be a singer. She experienced a ton of hardships but overcame all of them. She’s an only child so she deeply cares about her parents as well. There’s no way she’d do anything like that.”
Like hell there isn’t.
Still, it seemed he found my words a bit concerning as he tried to call her again. It looked like she still wasn’t picking up. Seeing this, my chaotic mess of a mind slowly seemed to regain its calm.
I held onto the rail and took deep breaths.
Now wasn’t the time to space out. I needed to get it together and think through this.
Park Hyojin and Yoon Bora, who left for NK Entertainment, would make a media play involving Pretty Girls. In that process, they would bring up how a member was called to drinking parties. Once it’s revealed that it was Jung Jae, dirty, stinging gazes would fixate on her.
Then… suicide.
Suspicions that a member of topical girl group might have been involved in sexual favors. Her image would be dragged through the mud, and even if she denied them at the top of her lungs, those rumors would follow her like a shadow.
Even if she was a steadfast girl who wouldn’t crumble over easily as Chief Lee Taeshin said, she might have such an impulse in that sort of situation. She was only 22, and she spent half her life with the goal of becoming a celebrity.
On top of that, there was a high chance she would be mentally unstable.
Damn it. I felt sick thinking about suicide again.
My gaze unconsciously looked below the banister. The ground was far away.
I swept away the thoughts that spread like mold in my mind. Let’s take action first. Let’s find out where Jung Jae is and what she’s doing and stop Park Hyojin and Yoon Bora before they do anything crazy.
I asked Chief Lee Taeshin, who was calling to no avail,
“Do you have no idea where she might be? Someone among her family or friends who might be hiding her?”
“At least not her parents.”
He shook his head.
“Checking the phone number she called her parents with, it was a public number in Seoul. Near Yeoungdeungpo. I think she’s still in Seoul, but none of the past trainees or members who left Pretty Girls had an idea where she might be. It’s no time to be like this. I’ll go and look for her.”
“Before that.”