12 – Haerin Kang (12)
Haerin Kang (12)
Stairs leading up to a large lecture hall with a capacity of 40 people.
I was so nervous that I was talking to myself.
“… Ha, why aren’t you contacting me?”
I should have explained the situation to my sister as soon as possible even for a minute, and banned her from commenting on my novel.
Fortunately, my sister and Kang Hae-rin did not exchange phone numbers.
I was surprised.
I thought that if my older sister was curious about what I ate for lunch, of course she would ask for my girlfriend’s number.
Because there was a stopover, we arrived almost on time.
There were few empty seats.
It’s always embarrassing when this happens.
The habit of middle and high school, when I always hated attracting people’s attention, is not going anywhere.
Back then, Kim Eun-hye put a novel I was writing in my notebook on the blackboard as if she was in a bad mood, and forced me to watch it until the teacher came.
I might be able to confidently say not to do it now, but what will it be like when I see it?
I think I heard that Kim Eun-hye went to the stewardess department, but she was really excited.
His character is a service job.
“……”
Perhaps because of the mood, the students who had gathered in groups of threes and threes looked at me in silence for a moment as I entered.
… People, are you seeing this for the first time?
I was furious with paranoia, but I lowered my eyes and went to a corner seat as much as I could and put my bag down.
I wanted to sit in the back seat, but the students at this school filled it from the back, as if they had the will to learn.
Even though it was by the window, it was almost the front seat, so I couldn’t open the ‘Writing World’ login screen here.
I had no choice but to lower the resolution of my phone and shrug my shoulders so that others could not be seen.
When I logged in to the writing world of the platform where I published the first series, countless comment notifications popped up.
exceeded three digits.
My novel had a good reading rate, but readers weren’t the type to leave a lot of comments, so my heart was pounding.
Of course it couldn’t have been a good thing.
In particular, there were a lot of comments on the notice.
[Writer… isn’t it?]
[(Yandere icon)]
[I believe this is a belated April Fool’s joke.]
[Eh? There was a lot left like rice cakes, but suddenly all year round?]
[If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist If year-round, find the artist]
Some bad comments made my heart sad.
Of course, most of the comments were understandable, assuming something was wrong with me, but that made me feel even more guilty.
I started writing to heal my mental illness, but these are the readers who shared the world with me.
“… Sorry, I have to live.”
Now the problem was not premature completion.
Since I had already signed a management contract, my novels could be read on platforms other than the writing world.
The best thing is to get rid of writing itself from the world.
This is because there is no way Kang Hae-rin will sit idly by when the novelist seems to know all about her crimes.
There were about 5 minutes left until the start of the lecture, but I couldn’t wait any longer, so I called the PD in charge.
[I’m the writer, it’s been a while, how have you been?]
A lively and kind voice was heard.
It was the current PD who helped me, who was psychologically intimidated and had no economic or legal knowledge, to safely sign a management contract.
She had read over 1,000 chapters of my novel since episode 12, and was proud to be a ‘Chin fan’ that she had discovered.
This is the second benefactor who has raised my self-esteem.
Of course, she treated me in a business way, but her kindness gave me a lot of energy.
Even during the serialization, when my mental state deteriorated, he often called me to cheer me on, so I was very sorry to ask him to take down the articles suddenly.
[… Author? What are you doing?]
Ban Yu-ri PD said.
Her voice was so full of worry that I burst into tears.
But I had to tell you.
“… sorry. Because it’s a personal matter. But I think the novel should be put down. please.”
At first, PD-nim Ban Yu-ri tried to convince me.
There are always writers who want to stop writing novels because of lack of writing or because of human relationships.
But my mentality was normal.
Except that life is being threatened.
[… that’s it, author, I want to help too.]
PD-nim Ban Yu-ri said as if he was really sorry.
[Even if it’s until the early completion, you can’t suddenly take down the posts on the platform. That’s a matter of contract, and it’s not something I, as a PD, can do at will.]
can’t you?
The moment I heard that, my eyes went black.
What now?
It must have been circulated in at least three or four places.
If so, there is a high chance that Kang Hae-rin will see it.
[It’s in your place. Author.]
PD-nim Ban Yu-ri said as if he was going to confirm it.
[I don’t know what’s going on, but why don’t you take a break for a while and try again? If there’s anything I can help with, please tell me…]
She used to be considerate of me as always, but in the end there was no help she could give me.
Anyway, I won’t be able to publish a novel for the next few years.
“… I understand for now. Thank you, PD.”
I hung up.
It was a hopeless feeling.
Well, no matter how much it’s my work, it’s not childish, and it’s unreasonable to ask me to download it at will.
What now?
I was lying face down on my desk when someone stabbed me in the shoulder.
Cock with your finger, cock.
“……”
Did I make too much noise on the phone?
“sorry…”
I got up to apologize.
“Hello, senior?”
The woman standing with a half-moon smile was Park Se-young.
She bowed slightly and waved her hand at me.
“Can I sit down?”
she pointed to my side.
“… huh.”
She smiled and put down her bag and sat down.
It gave off a refreshing body odor.
It is compared to Haerin Kang’s subtle, high-end perfume smell.
“Are you sitting in the front?”
She said.
“…I wanted to sit in the back, but I came late.”
“aha.”
Park Se-young made a strange sound.
worried for a moment
Didn’t you hear what I was saying?
She said she doesn’t read web novels, but if you heard about contracts and all, you might be wondering.
Because she seemed pretty curious.
Besides, my friends Jiyoung Hwang and Yuna Kim are fans of 『Journal』, so it’s not strange to talk about it.
Sure enough, she asked.
“What did Jiyoung and Yoona talk about the other day? That, a web novel? You seem to be talking.”
“… Ah, yes… 『Kang Hae Rin’s Murder Diary』…”
“Is this a horror novel?”
“……..”
Park Se-young’s curiosity was burdensome.
When I hesitated to answer, she said.
“I like horror novels too. I mostly like writers like Lovecraft. What about your brother?”
I suddenly noticed that the titles Park Se-young calls me are ‘Senior’ and ‘Senior’.
I realized that I was going back and forth with my brother.
I don’t need to point it out, though.
“… I like Lovecraft too. What I like more are Japanese horror novels, but…”
“ah-ha, I see.”
She made another funny snort.
“Are you referring to writers like Yusuke Kishi, Koji Suzuki, and Ranpo Edogawa?”
“that’s right! Oh do you know I read a lot of Koji Suzuki’s novels in high school. I liked that it mixed with the sci-fi feel. I also like movies based on Lovecraft. Cosmic horror is the best. I like space horror genre movies.”
I was discouraged by the answer that it was difficult to write a 『Journal』, but naively, I was excited at the thought of meeting someone with the same taste.
Looking at the names of the writers, it seems that they are not hipsters, and they read quite a variety of books, starting from popular picks, regardless of age.
“Then Kang Haerin’s… journal? Could it be murder? Is that a horror novel too? Who is the author?”
I flinched.
“Ah… the artist’s name was probably… ‘Kang Haerin’.”
I told the author’s name because it was something you could find out with just a little search anyway.
The author of 『Kang Hae-rin’s Murder Diary』 is Kang Hae-rin.
It was a pretty bad joke.
… not very funny though.
Kang Hae-rin’s murder diary written by Kang Hae-rin himself.
I was gloomy thinking that maybe Haerin Kang would feel even worse if she found out about this novel.
Wouldn’t you feel like you’ve been cheated on?
It was wrong to die gracefully.
“Poop, really? I have sense.”
Park Se-young’s interest in 『Journal』 continued.
If you’re going to be this interested, I don’t know why you didn’t follow me when I asked you to go to a cafe together yesterday.
“Oh, I am exaggerating. I’m a bit busy.”
Park Se-young laughed bashfully.
“Was it too much? I didn’t know…”
I said it honestly like a jjinta.
“I’m a bit sad. I am very interested in you.”
“… uh?”
Park Se-young said with her unique clear eyes sparkling.
“Oppa, I heard you had a fight with Yeonwoo-senpai yesterday?”
“… who?”
“I’m Song Yeon-woo.”
Several thoughts came to mind at the moment.
Song Yeon-woo was the man Kang Hae-rin and Kang Hae-rin were with yesterday.
Is it our department to call Park Se-young ‘Senior’?
“Did you not know? Senior Yeonwoo, I’m in the class of ’16. superfossil.”
Park Se-young said playfully.
I don’t know why I’m an ‘oppa’ and Yeonwoo Song is a ‘senpai’, but I didn’t feel too bad.
By the way, being a senior, it feels like something is twisted.
“Rather than fighting… it just happened. There was a misunderstanding… Senior said he had a fight with me?”
“Puhahahaha, you don’t have to be nervous. After all, that senior is not very popular. I’m going to say it behind my back, but I’m a bit of a bad person. Everyone praised you. It seems like he’s gained a bit of weight from punching back and forth.”
“… Punching, there’s no way I could do that.”
I’ve never hit anyone since I was born.
Park Se-young leaned over and whispered to me.
“Senior Song Yeon-woo, did you know that you have a criminal record for violence?”
Her talk was interrupted when a liberal arts instructor entered the classroom.
“Are you okay later?”
she said with a smile.
#
After the lecture, as I moved to the next lecture room, I heard many stories from Park Se-young.
“Is it okay if I go back a bit?”
“… huh.”
Park Se-young knew a lot.
If novels are often said to describe the world, it was Park Se-young who had to become a novelist.
She had a lot of interest in her surroundings, and even though she was a freshman, she participated in pre-orders in advance and got to know the atmosphere of the department while dating various seniors.
However, he was not the kind of person who wanted to brag about what he knew without thinking.
When she spoke, there was a reason.
“So, brother, there is no need to worry. Because everyone is having a good time.”
Park Se-young tried to reassure me.
Although there is an atmosphere of de-authority with Moon Chang, it is scandalous that he fought with his senior on the street.
I was worried because I wanted to make friends in a normal way, leaving behind wrongdoing.
She said Song Yeon-woo was trash.
When I was surprised by the somewhat radical expression, Park Se-young emphasized that ‘garbage’ is only a very moderate expression compared to what female students actually use.
“…so I couldn’t understand. Why is a pretty person like Yu-Ram dating such a senior? isn’t it? Yoo-ram unni, isn’t she pretty?”
Park Se-young looked at me and asked.
I can’t say she’s a flawless beauty like Kang Hae-rin, but Baek Yu-ram is definitely a beauty.
It would be too cruel to compare the woman in my fantasy, who had reached the extreme of delusion, with the ‘human’ Baek Yu-ram, whom I created by combining only the best and best things.
Even without that premise, Baek Yoo-ram’s eyes are a bit nervous, but strangely, when you look at her face as a whole, her face with a sad light is very attractive.
I admitted with a light heart.
“It’s pretty, Yoo Ram.”
“Yes? Are you willing to date me?”
“… uh?”
“You say you’re pretty?”
“Oh, that’s…”
“just joke.”
Park Se-young’s dimples made a fan smile.
She is truly a woman with many points.
A combination of eye smiles and dimples.
“I know. brother. Not liking Yoo-ram unnie. I just asked I’m sorry.”
She said.
“Actually, I was trying to connect you with Yoo-ram. My sister also seemed to have a crush on her brother.”
“……”
“I don’t think that’s right, but I suggested a farewell on transit. Brother, you seem like a really nice person. I’m sorry if I offended you, really.”
she said with a sigh.
“Well, I’m sure it’s better than a man who mixes alcohol with sleeping pills and rapes women, or takes drugs and goes wild in clubs, and beats women out of habit.”
Park Se-young seemed really frustrated.
It was a request that I could not grant, but it seemed good to be able to say that for others.
Still, one thing must be certain.
Right now I wasn’t in a situation where I could be in a relationship.
If I turn my gaze to someone, it will be a curse not only to me but also to her.
“I’m dating someone.”
Park Se-young said without much embarrassment.
“Is that the guy you saw on ‘Beer Holic’ last time?”