74 – Dongmin Lee (9)
Dongmin Lee (9)
As usual, I woke up to the 8:00 alarm.
However, the aftermath of yesterday’s detectives raiding the house was manifesting in an unexpected place.
When I went out into the living room, I could still smell the appetizing food, but Harin was in a different location.
She was standing by the living room window with her back to us.
In the morning, it was in front of a window that was wide and high enough to cover the entire house with warm sunlight.
“Harin?”
I approached her
Yesterday, based on that window, Categorical and I talked outside, and Park Seong-gang and Kang Hae-rin talked inside.
The thought of it made me uncomfortable.
The categorical detective was fooling me.
The intention is deceiving anyway.
First of all, I lied that I did not know the location of my sister to me, who clearly knew that they had contacted my sister.
It must have been a trick I wrote thinking I didn’t know the truth, but he demanded to be a spy on such a subject.
They made the excuse that Nuna was being held in an underground torture chamber, but it was a deceptive tactic, knowing that the real Nuna was hiding out there somewhere.
The detectives’ plan was clear.
They regard Haerin as a potential murder suspect.
He intended to use that as an excuse to restrain her mind and body.
And maybe it’s my sister’s plan.
I felt my trust in my sister disappear.
“What are you doing?”
“……”
Harin put a chair in front of the window.
He climbed up and was drawing something with a magic marker.
The wide window served as a chalkboard, so if you had a water-based marker, you could write as much as you like.
There were letters written at the top.
It was written with white marker.
‘Make yourself mine.’
There were also letters written above it.
A place where Haerin has to lift her heels to reach it.
‘I give birth to my own child.’
Harin lowered the chair and wrote a sentence again at a place slightly below eye level.
‘He doubts me.’
I tapped her on the shoulder.
“… Haerin? what’s this?”
“Ah, this… plan…?”
Harry said with a smile.
With her back to the window, her face, illuminated by the light, was more lively than ever.
I don’t know if it’s because of my mood, but really, as time passed, Haerin started to feel more and more like a person.
I know it sounds weird, but it’s true.
The longer the time spent skin-to-skin with me, the more numb Hae-rin Kang felt sensuous and vital.
“……..”
The eyes, which were beautiful but somewhat inorganic, shook with strange desire and heat.
Previously, she was so beautiful that she was often considered a doll or a sculpture.
Desires and desires for me were also sometimes mechanical.
They feel alive only when I am by their side, so they want to keep me by their side like a battery.
But now it’s a little different.
I feel like she wants me too.
“target. I will win by any means.”
Her finger pointed to the top.
‘I give birth to my own child.’
… The part that says this kind of thing casually is not abnormal… but it’s considered unusual.
She stepped on the chair again and went upstairs, drew a stick under the sentence ‘Make yourself mine’, tried to write the sentence again on the left and right, then erased it.
“There is a lot to do. right?”
In context, it seems that he was trying to write down what he had to do to make me his own.
Harin grabbed my sleeve and went to the table.
From this point on, her behavior was no different from usual, but something felt busier and busier.
It didn’t look like her.
“Harryn.”
I said holding her hand.
“I don’t doubt you.”
“… okay?”
Harin said with an ambiguous smile.
“huh!”
Last night she told me
‘You can doubt me.’
Harin couldn’t hear how absurd the categorical detective said, because it was hidden through the window, so it was understandable that she was worried about my reaction.
It’s also because I constantly doubted her.
It is natural to be worried that I must have doubted Haerin’s true intentions again after yesterday’s incident.
However, I had already come to a conclusion about her words after thinking about it until I went to bed.
I explained all of that.
Detectives instructed me to act as a spy, as well as hiding my sister’s existence.
“But you are with the detectives. There’s evidence, but you’re hiding it from me? If I don’t play all the cards, of course I have no choice but to doubt. I don’t think their intentions are for me.”
The photo Harin took was proof of that.
Reconstruct the story by referring to the contents of the notebook.
After being held by Kang Hae-rin, the older sister was released and went to the detectives to arrange a kind of escape.
I personally staged a play to separate myself from Harin, who was too attached to her.
such a conclusion
“So you don’t have to worry.”
I lightly kissed Harry’s forehead.
“……..”
Her cheeks turned a little red.
I was shocked in a different way.
It was the first time I had seen such an emotional change in Harin.
Of course, he usually actively kisses her and occasionally leans his face on his shoulder, but he reacts in such a way that his complexion turns.
It’s like Pygmalion’s feeling of seeing an ideal stone statue that gradually softens and begins to bleed.
Certainly, while living with me, Haerin’s condition gradually changed to something more human.
“Haerin, I told the detective yesterday.”
I said.
“You are safest when you are with me. Those people seem to have quite accepted the hypothesis of the materialization of the novel, but that’s why they think you’re a dangerous person, but I’ll be sure to protect you. this time.”
Even if you can’t do it by force, just by faith, if you have trust in Haerin, there is no danger.
“According to our plan.”
At my words, she nodded and hugged me.
“… as planned.”
It was a bit hot, I could feel the body temperature.
#
As a change of mood, I decided to go on a date.
I made the offer.
According to ‘our plan’, in principle, it is correct to refrain from going out as much as possible, but all you have to do is avoid meeting the person of interest, such as the villains in 『Journal』.
You can’t go out at all.
It’s okay to change your mood from time to time.
While Harin was changing her clothes, I looked at the wine-red laptop that had recently started working.
“……”
Whether it was because the USB was disconnected or because it was broken and then fixed, the mechanism has changed.
Every minute, the letters that were automatically entered were no longer arbitrarily written.
Instead, when the laptop was closed, Harin’s actions were recorded with a slight time difference.
It is an expression that is entered when you wake up from sleep.
Also, it became possible to ‘fix’ the laptop.
Of course, I didn’t use it because of the risk that Harin’s behavior could be artificially ‘manipulated’.
I had already confided about the function and principle of the notebook, so there was no need to ‘manipulate’ her.
Because it was possible to exchange opinions with enough words.
Moreover, even if it is possible to modify it, it is only a superficial thing.
Even the newly entered contents after erasing them with backspace were restored the next day.
So it is virtually impossible to modify.
I consulted with Haerin to see if it still worked, and although some parts were edited, the original text was mostly maintained.
In other words, it was impossible to correct even if the mechanism changed, and the level of reflection of the modified letters in reality was similar.
The idea of trying to block or fix the materialization by manipulating the laptop was put on hold for now.
If Harin is the only influence that can have anyway, there is no need to use a laptop to do things that can be said in words.
Harry came out of the room.
It was a face that asserted itself even without makeup, but the appropriate color tone stood out.
I described it as ‘porcelain-like skin’ in 『Journal』, but now it has a pink complexion like a peach.
When expressionless, the corner of the mouth, which seems to have gone down a little, goes well with the widened eyes, giving a sly look.
“Shall we go?”
I reached out to her.
Harin hesitated and took my hand.
“……”
She stared at my hand and said.
“… right now… the feeling I feel, the feeling you would naturally feel if you were a human being, right?”
“Because feeling is important. whatever it is.”
I replied with a smile.
I didn’t have a driver’s license, so Harin drove.
The intense red Mercedes that symbolizes her moved forward with a heavy yet calm sound.
I suggested it first to ease Harin’s mood, but it was awkward because it was my first date.
In the end, we were silent the entire way.
“……”
Rather, when I was at home, it was so quiet that it was better to have a normal meal and watch a movie.
“excuse me.”
When I stopped, I opened my mouth at the same time.
“……”
Laughing out, we were able to relax.
“Shall we go in?”
#
I went to a department store.
We decided to pick out clothes that would suit each other.
I was dumbfounded to think that I would pick out clothes for Haerin, who looked like a fashion model to anyone, but it was meaningful in itself to pick out.
And she was more excited than me.
Her tension increased to such an extent that 『Journal』 fans and Harrinians might have had a seizure called Kabung or thought it was Gap Moe.
This may also be due to the influence of me for a long time.
But I decided not to think about it any more.
The more I did, the more I found myself thinking of Haerin as if he were not human.
she is my girlfriend
“What am I feeling right now?”
After entering the department store, she asked.
A question that will make anyone scratch their head when they hear it.
Well-dressed men and women around her glanced at her as she turned and walked towards me.
Objectively, not as an entertainer, Haerin was the prettiest and most dignified here, like a little-known celebrity or a rich girl.
Her presence, as I described in 『Journal』, drew attention whenever and wherever she went.
“What do you feel?”
“Tell me what I feel.”
Haerin often asked such incomprehensible questions.
“I don’t know what I feel.”
Harin stopped and looked up at me.
The lights of the department store illuminated her pupils.
“… flutter?”
I tried to guess moderately.
“and?”
“… heart palpitations?”
“Does it look like that?”
Harin grabbed my wrist and brought it to the top of her chest.
pounding, pounding.
Really, my heart was beating.
It was natural, yet surprisingly surprising.
#
I went to the menswear section and picked out some clothes first.
Harin’s subjectivity was clear.
“When you fell asleep, I put different colored papers on your face and guessed what your personal color was.”
she said, raising her voice.
“…that’s weird. Why do you have to sleep…”
Using various makeup terms I was unfamiliar with, she picked out clothes that suited me.
Of course, among the various abilities I gave her, there was makeup knowledge that could be used for disguise, but it was just a sentence.
The principle by which it was implemented was astonishing.
“Try this on. self.”
Harin brought some clothes.
It was mostly adult fashion.
As an outsider, I can only explain it that way.
It’s embarrassing, but until I went back to school, I only wore clothes that I had worn since middle and high school, so I only wore stretched out clothes, and after that, I wore clothes my older sister bought for me.
My older sister wore her own clothes well, but when choosing my clothes, she would recommend styles that would be perfect for people in their early 20s to wear, rather than luxury brands or high fashion.
Even after I made a lot of money.
‘This suits you. It’s cute.’
I remembered the woman who was brushing my hair.
“……..”
Since I had never studied subjectivity and taste, I was surprised by Haerin’s aggressiveness in comparing tops and bottoms to this and that.
It felt awkward, but according to her taste, she chose clothes with a neat color shirt and paid the bill.
And we went straight to the women’s section.
I wasn’t interested in buying my own clothes from the beginning, and the purpose of the date was to ease Harin’s mood, so this time I decided to be proactive.
Of course it wasn’t easy.
I said I would try hard, but there was no particular standard, and I didn’t subscribe to fashion magazines enough to develop my discernment, or I wasn’t interested in it.
At best, what looks ‘good’ to me.
that was the standard.
“By the way, I’m cool-toned in the summer.”
“…ah, um…”
Haerin explained basic things like personal color, but honestly, I couldn’t hear it.
I was worried about separating the clerk who kept insisting on explaining, and the department store was too crowded.
I pretended to be bold, but I was afraid of department stores filled with overly bright and flashy things.
The awareness of it made me extremely anxious.
I don’t think I should be here-
I picked one that caught my eye.
Isn’t the fact that it caught my attention among so many ready-to-wear clothes as proof that I like it?
It was a beige shirt with wide sleeves and a new sprite print all over, with a heavy piece of fabric that could be tied under the chest.
The next thing I chose was a dark blue skirt.
It’s a bit tight, but it doesn’t look short.
I was choosing so many suits, and I felt that the process was strangely easy.
I thought that ‘taste’ or ‘eye view’ was zero for me, but wasn’t it true?
People are afraid of ‘fashion’ for no reason, but if you get to know it, it may be that each of us learns all of them.
As I was frantically choosing clothes while thinking such useless and worthless thoughts, I realized that Haerin, who was excited at first, was suspiciously quiet.
“Haerin, are you okay? If not, just…”
I was about to say, “You don’t have to choose according to my taste,” but I was startled when I saw her expression.
“Perhaps, is this also your preference?”
What Haerin was holding was a pink ribbed knit and a yellow crop top that looked a little small.
I immediately expressed my impressions.
“… Oh, it’s pretty.”
Harin held them in her hands and smiled.
… what?
I laughed along with her.
What is this atmosphere?
“Darling, is there anyone around you who has a spring warm tone?”
“I don’t know what that is…”
“And someone who likes clingy clothes.”
“……..”
“Where have you seen this combination of clothes?”
I paused for a moment in choosing clothes and thoughtfully counted her questions.
There were only a few women around.
I got to know Park Se-young and Baek Yu-ram after entering university, but I can’t say it’s been that long.
The only thing left was my older sister.
and after a while
I slowly realized that the color scheme and style of Harin’s clothes were what my sister had often worn.