Chapter 65: The Most Important Thing in This Industry, Decision-Making (3)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
It was a familiar scene.
As if sand had been scattered in front of my eyes, the future I saw was a static-filled one with a bad connection. I crammed everything I saw into my head. Although I didn’t clearly remember Lee Taehee’s song, I didn’t want to lose even a single, small detail from now on.
The sky was dark. A chilly wind cooled my sweat. I was outside. It was a groomed yard with brown grass, peppered with spots of green. I saw a wooden bench. I was sitting on that bench with my legs crossed.
I knew where I was.
I was in the outdoor smoking room on the 5th floor of the company. I knew it because it was a place I came to take a breather when no one was out here smoking.
“What are you thinking of by yourself?”
I heard a voice behind me. When I turned around, I saw the male employee from the PR team lighting a cigarette. Wearing a not-so-thick dress shirt, he put away his lighter in his cotton pants’ pocket and came towards me.
A dry voice came out from my mouth.
“Just thinking about how people don’t change.”
What?
I wanted to hear more, but the PR team employee said something else as if he didn’t hear me.
“The reactions are really amazing. I never expected this sort of reaction when he pushed Lee Taehee’s song at first, but Mr. Gunyoung’s choice this time was a divine move for the album.”
Just then, my mind faltered.
I didn’t understand what he was saying.
“But that song, I heard that Mr. Sunwoo listened to it first? How did you lose the opportunity this time?”
I felt like I had been slammed into water head-first.
Then, my vision rippled once more. Like a transition in a drama, the scene changed. There was less static, but this too was, without a doubt, a future with a bad connection. I was sitting on a sofa instead of a bench. There were a short table and a dressing table with a mirror. They were familiar. It was PBS’s dressing room.
Then in front of the door of the dressing was Choi Gunyoung, leaning against the door.
He smiled as he said,
“I’m sorry I snatched it from you, but I couldn’t let the opportunity pass by.”
The next moment I was sitting in a chair in the gukbap restaurant instead of the sofa. The sounds of TV and people’s voices rushed into my ears. When I raised my head, Choi Gunyoung was looking at me with a smile.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I said let’s do our best from now on.”
“Yeah, let’s.”
I said in a voice calmer than expected.
Of course, my mind was a mess. I decided to drink a glass of cold water first. It wasn’t enough so I drank another. Only then did it feel like I could breathe. As soon as I could think properly, I recalled what I saw.
The one who pushed Lee Taehee’s song was Choi Gunyoung.
My future self said people didn’t change.
I had just thought that people could change a moment ago.
Although I couldn’t know exactly what happened, I had enough pieces of the puzzle to guess. I experienced something that made me change my thoughts. Also, that probably was something related to Choi Gunyoung that made me feel a sense of betrayal.
The words Choi Gunyoung said at the end drifted in my mind.
Sorry I snatched it from you? I couldn’t let the opportunity pass?
My mind had become complicated when I heard Choi Gunyoung’s words previously.
The reason why everything I brought became a success, as though I was possessed by a god, was because I had a ridiculous ability. Something Choi Gunyoung didn’t have.
However, the complicated unease in my heart, the bulk of which was how sorry I felt, completely washed away the moment I saw the future.
When it was about Next K-Star, he lied and backstabbed me, snatching the opportunity that was right in front of my eyes. Now, in relation to Lee Taehee’s song, he chose to take the opportunity from me even though it meant acting wrongly towards me.
I was utterly at loss for words that I almost burst out laughing.
I knew it. I clearly knew it. I definitely thought this in the beginning. To be careful. That I was a fool if I was backstabbed knowingly. I almost became a fool just now. Perhaps twenty years from now, I might regret this day and say how it was this moment when I realized that life was a battle. I might have done an interview like that.
I raised my head and looked in front of me.
I saw Choi Gunyoung just a while ago, but now I didn’t.
The person in front of me was simply the traitor.
People didn’t change.
This fact nailed into my previously softened heart.
After going our separate ways, I walked down the street by myself. I needed time to organize my thoughts. I felt that the ash-colored sky looked foreboding, and sure enough, it started to snow. It was damn cold. My mind became colder along with it as well.
Like hell, we’re going to do our best together.
I would no longer foolishly stay nervous next to a bomb I didn’t know when would explode. What should I do? If I tried to find fault with things he hadn’t even done yet, only I would look like the crazy one. But that didn’t mean I wanted to set up a trap to be backstabbed and increase my mortal enemies by one.