Chapter 183: Those who stab you in the back (2)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
I started my minivan before turning it off. It made it feel like this was an extension of my work.
I put on prescription-less glasses and a hat and headed towards the subway station. It has been a long time since I’ve taken public transit. I hadn’t been able to go out this freely since Making Film broadcasted either.
I saw celebrities’ faces everywhere I looked on the main street. Outdoor display panels, posters, banners, and billboards.
There was something unique about this normal view to me. Pretty Girls’ new song playing from an open café, and a bus stop with a poster of a soda drink that Neptune is negotiating a contract extension with.
Although I had gathered a bunch of posters at home, seeing them outside like this felt completely different. When people showed interest in them, my heart tingled, and I felt proud.
It also gave me the drive to jump up the steep stairs.
When I saw a male actor displayed on the banner of a clothing brand, I hoped Nam Joyoon would become more successful and did something like that as well. When I saw a concert poster, I wanted Neptune to hold their own concert. And when I saw foreigners, I dreamed about Lee Songha’s debut into America.
My thoughts extended out like spiderwebs.
When I saw an actor that I had a good impression of, I thought about which company they were currently signed with and wondered when they would be available on the free agent market. When I saw someone with a unique aura, I wondered whether they aspired to be celebrities.
I saw Lee Songha wherever I looked on my way to the station.
There was a poster of her on a contact lens specialty shop, and on the same block, photos of Lee Songha wearing her sponsored earrings and necklace in a jewelry store. She was also in a soju banner at a BBQ restaurant.
Seeing the girls, who I was more familiar with seeing with my own eyes, gave me a strange feeling.
“Wasn’t the model for that soju originally Son Chaeyoung? When did they change it to Lee Songha?”
“It’s been a while now, you shut-in.”
Young men chatted in front of the banner.
“Isn’t Son Chaeyoung prettier than Lee Songha? That’s what I think.”
“Dumbass, it simply comes down to preference between those two.”
“I want to date Lee Songha but marry Son Chaeyoung. Lee Songha seems like someone I need to put on a pedestal, but Son Chaeyoung seems more like an elegant lady. Someone who’ll put on an apron at home, right?”
Nope, you’re wrong.
Elegant lady? Those words will bring you an early death.
“Hey, of course, you need to put Lee Songha on a pedestal if you marry her! They say she earned 10 billion won last year!”
Not that much.
“What useless debate. They’ll date and marry celebrities or conglomerate families!”
“What? Can’t we even imagine it?”
The chatting men cursed each other as they disappeared.
I stared at Lee Songha’s banner momentarily before going on my way.
The subway station was crowded. Only after standing for two stops did I finally find a spot to sit. I put earphones on and pressed my hat down even more. Since I wasn’t a celebrity, people would usually stare out of interest when I was discovered, but some weird people appeared on occasion.
I observed people’s daily lives through my glasses.
“Hey, hey, look at the man next, next, next to you. Isn’t he Jang Sunwoo?”
Jung Sunwoo you mean.
A woman, who seemed like a university student, poked her friend’s side and glanced at me.
“I think so? Check if there’s Lee Songha nearby.”
“Why would a celebrity ride the subway? They would be in a van or car!”
Our girls ride the taxi a lot too. Sometimes, even scooters.
Thinking about their whispers, a smile unknowing crept up my face. I didn’t drive my minivan because it felt like this was an extension of my work, but I kept thinking about the girls and work. Especially Lee Songha. It seemed like she had completely rented out a corner of my mind.
It made me realize that my work was deeply ingrained in my life.
“Uncle!”
“This is soy sauce fried chicken, and this is green onion fried chicken. Eat until you explode.”