TL by Myoni
Edited by Myoni & Yoni
Jonghoon’s manager was a gossiper. His lips wouldn’t stop moving. He had been talking about 7 years’ worth of problems for almost an hour.
Like how he bowed so much for the first few years that he got a slipped disc and how he used to get drunk after 5 glasses, but now, after drinking with entertainment reporters and producers every night, his limit had increased to 5 bottles. He talked about these things again and again.
At first, I actively responded, but I was getting exhausted.
“Really? We also…”
On the other hand, the traitor was the same as ever, smiling as he agreed with him.
It was one of two things. It was either he really found these stories fun or he was someone who was incredibly good at socializing. Of course, it was probably the latter. If he was normal, there was no way he would find these stories fun.
“Sunwoo.”
“Yeah?”
The traitor looked at his watch.
“Looks like we have to get the girls their food soon.”
“I’ll go and buy it.”
I quickly got up. The traitor handed me the credit card.
“I got this from the chief this morning. He said to always get the receipt after we use it.”
“Okay, I’ll be back.”
When I got my coat and was about to leave, I got called over.
“Hey, get us some as well while you’re at it. Here.”
Jonghoon’s manager handed me a $10 bill. He waved the bill in between his hairy fingers.
I should just… So this was why they say if you felt that something is unjust, you needed to succeed.
“…What would you like?”
“Things like soft drinks and chips. Ah, Jonghoon hyung likes potato chips.”
Keep it in. Keep it in.
I buttoned up my coat and exited the shop. Although it was a bit chilly, I felt like I could finally live a little. I thought I was going to die from suffocation.
I put my hands in my pockets and walked a few steps when the door of the shop opened.
“I’ll come with you.”
It was Songha. It seemed like she came out abruptly as she didn’t have any outerwear on.
“Why? Do you need something from the convenience store?”
“I want to pick the ones I want to eat myself.”
“Okay. But how urgent were you to not wear your outerwear?”
“Ah… do you think it’ll be cold?”
“Of course, it will be cold. If you go out like this, your bones are going to chill. I’ll wait so go in and wear something on top.”
Soon after, Songha who was burrowed in a jumper came out.
We kept a reasonable distance between each other. Though our clothes would occasionally brush against each other as we walked. I’m telling you it was just a natural reflex.
Maybe it was because they were going to an interview today, she seemed a lot more natural and prettier than yesterday. Her skin looked clean and dewy and her long, straight, black hair fluttered in the wind.
During the few minutes it took to get to the convenience store, Songha attracted the attention of the passing pedestrians. Male, female, old or young, no matter who it was, those that saw Songha would slow their steps.
And slowly, as they passed by us very slowly, they would admire Songha. After they passed us, they would look back once more.
It wasn’t that they recognized Songha, a girl group member. It was that she was just too pretty.
My face burned up. Although I was granted with foresight, at this moment I could read people’s minds. They were probably curious about the relationship between Songha and me.
After going through the common choices of friend, sibling and relative, they would think, ‘No way they are dating.’ They would look at how our shoulders wouldn’t meet even as we walked side-by-side and be pleased.