Chapter 178: Who is His Person (10)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
-Oppa, are you outside right now?
Lee Songha asked. Her voice was warm and soft like a just steamed potato.
It was gentle and slightly out of breath.
-I’m on the fourth floor after my workout, but you’re not here.
“Oh, I’m at Son…!”
Both my shoulders were gripped tightly. I was pushed against the wall. The moment my back slammed against the wall, I groaned out of reflex.
-Oppa?
She sounded surprised. At the same time, Son Chaeyoung, who held my shoulders, came up close. She seemed to be on the tips of her toes as her crafty lips came up to my chin. I could see her teeth between her opened lips. I could hear her exhale.
“Hey.”
Son Chaeyoung talked into my phone with a cunning smile.
Lee Songha’s breath halted like a bird shot by an arrow before fluttering.
What the hell was she-! I grabbed Son Chaeyoung’s shoulders and pushed her away.
“What-what are you doing?”
“I wonder if your quadruplets did something like that?”
Son Chaeyoung stumbled before quickly regaining her balance and replying. Lee Songha must have heard as her breaths became even more ragged. Damn it. Son Chaeyoung’s eyes curved into crescent moons.
She was a notoriously crazy bitch.
Audacious, acting however she pleases and bringing out the bad in people. Uncontrollable.
I wiped my ear and cheek, which her breath touched, with the back of my hand and turned my attention to my phone.
It was quiet. To the point where I thought she might have fainted.
“Songha.”
-Yes.
She replied immediately. She was calmer than I thought.
“I’m currently at Ms. Son Chaeyoung’s house. I’m working.”
-Ah… That. To persuade her?
“Yeah, that. I’m not going to talk with her for long, so I’ll call you back once we’re done.”
-Yes.
I said as gently as possible. Her being so calm worried me more.
I hung up and turned around to find Son Chaeyoung sitting on her sofa. Her crossed legs looked like snakes. Her pleased smirk was gone from her face as though something bothered her. Expressionless, she stared at me.
I turned my gaze first.
“I think we’re done talking. I’ll be on my way now.”
“Do whatever you want. I’m not going to stop you.”
I heard her snort then her phone ring behind me. Son Chaeyoung answered her phone.
“What? Did you find it? Not frozen ripe persimmons, fresh ones!”
Her voice seemed beyond irritated, sounding like an ax hacking into a tree.
I frowned, imagining how it would feel if I was the caller. As expected, it was useless. I didn’t want to talk to or get involved with Son Chaeyoung.
I should give up.
Determined, I walked towards her door when my vision turned dark.
“… She was great at acting, having started as a child actress.”
God damn it!
This was my first time hating hearing Director Park’s voice. It was also the first time I didn’t perk my ears at what was being said in a future vision. If I wasn’t stuck like a puppet, I would be screaming right now.
Why was this happening?
Why did it have to be Son Chaeyoung of all people? It could have been Neptune, Nam Joyoon, Song Inho, or Pretty Girls.
Why? Why Son Chaeyoung?
Words surged up my throat but all I could do was watch and listen. Director Park was looking at me. I could now recite the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
“I wonder what she’s doing now.”
“I know, right?”
Huh?
“I wonder where she is. I would like to see her again.”
My future self continued the conversation.
The topic of the conversation was terrible, but it felt like I had finally found the exit to a repeating nightmare.
Reporter Song asked with shining eyes,
“You must have been her fan.”
“She was good at acting. There was a movie where she appeared as a college student. I saw that three times in the theatres. I remember seeing it in the morning and immediately buying the ticket for the next screening and going back in.”