Episode 449 Seong
Dae-young did not write about men in his work.
That’s because only women are worth making into works of art.
Isn’t creating a work of art materializing a higher level of ideals using common materials that originally existed in the world? I just thought that between men and women, it was women who were worth it.
However, sometimes there was an ingredient that even Seong Dae-young couldn’t resist. These are very precious materials that I would like to use at least once, even if they are not suitable for my museum.
“…Oh really….”
Seong Dae-young thought of Lee Jae-heon.
“I think I can make it okay.”
His work is one of two things. Development or preservation. Jaeheon Lee was the material that required the latter measure. If we could turn him into a complete work of art, how many relationships embedded in him would remain forever?
Yes, it’s a relationship. Seong Dae-young was a writer obsessed with relationships.
The soul dwelling in the material concept of the human body and creating a spiritual relationship is something that can only happen in nature. However, Seong Dae-young was able to develop or preserve that relationship by creating and concretizing it himself. That was the calling given to Seong Dae-young as a writer.
‘Even though he is from a wealthy family, he has a simple nature that makes him uncomfortable with the pain of others. He would have easily sympathized and cared for even the smallest things.
If he were that kind of person, he would have been giving charity to many people knowingly or unknowingly. Every single one of them can be replaced by a relationship. If only I could make it concrete…’
Seong Dae-young couldn’t stop imagining.
“How about putting it in glass like the work Jaeheon Lee bought last time? It will take a lot of time, but the inside and outside will overlap transparently, giving you a fascinating experience.”
I kept thinking about it.
“It doesn’t necessarily have to take the form of a top. Maybe, if you fill a large circular container with a preservative solution… and float it with a chain equal to the number of ties, it would have quite… meaning…” I
did that even though I knew it wasn’t a material I could mess with carelessly.
“Or a tube tailored to your body type? The preserved body is placed in a custom-made coffin with an angled shape, and flowers bloom inside it. As time passes, flowers will bloom and cover Lee Jae-heon’s body. “Isn’t it wonderful that a work evolves on its own even when the author takes his hands off it?”
But the result of these worries was always the same.
“…a ridiculous idea.”
Whatever the material, the opponent was a member of the Idang group. Although he lives in exile, quite far from his family’s power, he is not completely kicked out, so it seems like he has a place in this party. It is foolish for a writer to intervene in the affairs of a conglomerate.
Although their industry is outside the law, there are limits. The only materials that the artist could touch were those who were so shabby that it was okay to touch them as they pleased, those requested by the client, or people who chose to become materials themselves. Jaeheon Lee did not belong to any of these three.
“Song In-myeong, if only that bastard hadn’t cheated…”
But does that mean he’s a writer if he can easily shake off temptation?
“Why do you keep bragging? Bragging. “You fucking brat.”
Just when I thought I had forgotten, I got a call from Song In-myeong. People who haven’t experienced it wouldn’t know how annoying that scolding is. The guy who was so fawning in front of his sponsors was busy going crazy whenever he came in front of me. He was truly an abomination.
“You have it all, right?”
My teeth chattered.
I was jealous.
“….”
No, no. I’m not doing this because I’m jealous, it’s just that Song In-myeong is unlucky. Everyone knew that guy’s broken personality. If you don’t know, you are just being deceived by Song In-myeong’s fake face. But who would like that guy if they knew his clever intentions?
Despite his smooth face, that guy had a trashy personality. However, he is good at speaking and wins all the favors of his sponsors. Even if you try not to pay attention to it, it shows up in front of you one day and shows you its unlucky side once in a while. Seong Dae-young hated Song In-myeong.
It really upset me to think that a guy like that had a coveted material in his hands…
“…I should go buy some clothes to wear for my work.”
It was a day when I was struggling with anger and resignation. Seong Dae-young visited a department store he frequently visited and, as always, asked for a list of industry figures who had previously stopped by. In the meantime, I checked to see if anyone had visited this department store. If someone who will cause problems in my future comes to visit me, or conversely, if a relationship that helps me comes, I need to check it and prepare for the future.
And I found an amazing name.
“…is this list correct?”
“yes? Yes, that’s right. “I believe it was just renewed yesterday.”
“okay.”
Jaeheon Lee stopped by here?
‘…I understand you’re not from this neighborhood?’
Even though he was such a great person that I couldn’t investigate his background, I knew the basic information. Lee Jae-heon lived close to the Oseong headquarters where he currently works. The only reason I could stop by this department store, which is about an hour away from my house, was that I was deliberately looking for a place with ties to the industry.
No, the fact that his name was listed separately on the department store list in the first place means that he knew about the situation here. So why? Jaeheon Lee, whom I saw at the event at that time, seemed to not want to be associated with this industry anymore.
“This is a customer I know. It’s nice to see his name like this.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Did you by any chance not talk about me that day?”
I know you wouldn’t have done it. This is because Lee Jae-heon showed resistance to Seong Dae-young, who was an attendee of the event, on several occasions. However, if you ask this question, the employee in front of you will think that Jaeheon Lee and I are close friends. In other words, this was a question aimed at digging up information about Lee Jae-heon.
After thinking for a moment, the employee nodded and opened his mouth. He was the wrong employee to live long.
“Yes, you didn’t talk about other writers. “Maybe it was because I was worried about the ears of the doll I brought with me that day?”
“A doll?”
It refers to adopted children who are bought and sold in the industry.
“Mr. Lee Jae-heon wouldn’t have been very interested in dolls…”
I started talking as if I knew something, and the employee chimed in.
“Oh, I see. In fact, that day was the first time I met customer Jaeheon Lee… If you wish, I will call the employees who were in charge of the service on the day customer Jaeheon Lee visited.”
“Would you please?”
Still, he seemed to have noticed that he was curious about Lee Jae-heon, so it seemed like he wasn’t completely oblivious. Judging by the way he handled himself and seemed to have no qualms about selling VIP information, it seemed unlikely that we would see this employee any time soon.
However, most employees did not know the correct information.
“Mr. Lee Jae-heon… he really likes your child.”
“Well, maybe something bad happened and you were a little sensitive.”
“They wanted a separate service different from what was provided.”
Although it is said in a different way, it meant ‘the truth about perverts who buy children with money’. Since he was a customer who had only stopped by once, the employees opened their mouths without any hesitation, but everyone was just an idiot who was fooled by Lee Jae-heon’s acting.
‘Still, I got information that a doll was brought in, so isn’t this a bad result?…’
With that understanding, it was time to bring in the last employee to be the security guard for the day.
“…Sorry, we are not providing information about other customers for personal protection reasons.”
“Aren’t you being too serious? “I was just trying to hear a story about someone I know.”
“I’m really sorry. But in terms of service…”
“The other employees have already told us. “It’s okay if you don’t feel pressured.”
“…Still, I have faith in my job…”
This guy lasted for quite a long time.
‘Look at this?’
What are the guards’ beliefs? He probably didn’t know that if he behaved like this to a writer in the same industry, he would be at a disadvantage. Still, keeping his mouth shut like this meant that he knew something.
Now that I was confident, there was no need to be more gentle.
“How long have you been working here?”
“…It’s been a year.”
“Not that, in the industry. Do you have a family? What about friends? “What about your colleagues?”
“….”
“Do you understand what I’m saying right now?”
“…Yes, yes.”
It was a threat. That kind of threat that says if you search here, you will be the only one searched for.
“But if you see that you’re holding on like this, do you have any affection for our Lee Jae-heon? Oh, isn’t it? “This industry isn’t one of those places where you give love to customers you’ve only seen for a few hours.”
“….”
“There’s no way we knew each other from the beginning. “Tell me, what did you see that made you do this?”
After a few carrots and sticks, Kyung-ho finally opened his mouth.
“…just. I just… I feel like Jaeheon Lee is being threatened by someone…”
“Threatening?”
“….”
“Looking at your expression, it looks like you think I made that threat, but that’s really a misunderstanding. Rather, can I help Jaeheon Lee? So hurry up and say more.”
“…I keep looking at my phone to check the time. Like someone who is worried about getting caught… leaving in a hurry… that’s what you said…”
“Hmm.”
He probably wasn’t worried about running into Seong Dae-young. Lee Jae-heon would not have known that he patronized this department store. No, you might know, but…
‘If you were that scared, you shouldn’t have come to this department store in the first place.’
Even though they knew the identity of this department store, there was someone who put pressure on them to the point where they had to take their children shopping for their prized dolls. Seong Dae-young knew one unlucky brat who would enjoy role-playing like this.
“Is it Song In-myeong?”
“….”
“Oh, I’m sorry. “I was just talking to myself.”
The security guard’s expression was bad, as if he was blaming himself, but it was none of Seong Dae-young’s business.
‘For some reason, lately, I’ve been having a lot of days where I’ve been in a good mood and started arguing on the phone. ‘Maybe that’s why I was joking around like that.’
Given Lee Jae-heon’s nature, there is no way he would have been interested in ‘dolls’. As he had no ties to the industry, there was no way he would have known about this department store and there was no reason for him to visit. In that case, it would all be Song In-myeong’s actions to play with Lee Jae-heon by holding the ‘doll’ hostage. Seong Dae-young decided that way.
Kyeong-ho, who had kept his mouth shut until the end, smiled in an annoyed but admirable way.
“There will be no disadvantage to you as a result of this. Do not worry.”
“…That customer….”
“Do it in moderation.”
“….”
“Behave when people look at you cutely. “You are so brave, even though you don’t live alone in this world.”
“…I’m sorry….”
“It’s already been so long. “It’s a shame I couldn’t go shopping, but I guess I’ll have to go back today.”
On the way back to the studio.
“…Fuck.”
Seong Dae-young muttered a curse.
I was jealous.
“Fucking fuck you bastard. What a piece of shit… This unlucky bastard is all alone….”
How could Song In-myeong be so lucky? How can I enjoy the world so much alone? Goddess Luck loved only that kid. No matter how good the material is, the opponent will be from a chaebol family, and by delving into that, he is playing with Lee Jae-heon with the promise of Lee Dang’s silence.
How can I do that? Why don’t I have that kind of luck? If I had a relationship like Lee Jae-heon, I wouldn’t have treated him as harshly as Song In-myeong. This means that he would have approached the other person more gently and carefully, won the other person’s heart, and gently coaxed them to create the happiest work in the world.
The cell phone on the passenger seat rang.
“….”
Song In-myeong.
Song In-myeong, you damn bastard. An unlucky, trash child who lives alone in the world.
“…Aaagh! Aaaaaaaaa!!”
bang! Bang bang bang!!
I hit my head hard on the steering wheel.
“why! Why why!! Why can’t I just have anything!! Why is it only me…!!”
I was so jealous that
I couldn’t stand it.
(Continued in the next part)
