fake husband
W. Authenticity
"... what?"
"Let's talk."
The difference is clearly visible. The arrogant tone and condescending gaze. As expected, this isn't the Kwon Soon-young I knew. Now that I'm in society, I understand. The reason Kwon Soon-young's attitude toward Jeon Yeo-ju has changed is...
"no."
Because I believe that there is nothing in this world that does not go your way.
"...What are you saying?"
"Don't get me wrong, Kwon Soon-young. Did I think you'd go crazy and keep nagging me because I left you behind?"
"..."
"I know this isn't the attitude of someone who's happy to see you after such a long time, Sunyoung."
"Are you doing this to me on purpose, huh?"
"No? I'm not interested in you anymore."
"You're not lying, are you?"
She was furious. At those words. Was it really that bad that her childhood friend, who she was sure she couldn't live without, had changed? Of course, Jeon Yeo-ju couldn't forget Kwon Soon-young. Of course, that wasn't what Soon-young wanted either. Kwon Soon-young must have thought that Jeon Yeo-ju was in the palm of her hand right now. It was clear that meeting like this and filming a program like We Got Married was all part of her scenario. In Kwon Soon-young's program, Jeon Yeo-ju would burst into tears because she was happy to see Kwon Soon-young, and Kwon Soon-young would give her a warm hug and try to say things like, "I haven't forgotten you." Jeon Yeo-ju wasn't being childish. This was clearly anger.
"Hey. Why don't you speak properly? It's disgusting that you think you're something."
"... what?"
Kwon Soon-young's face turned pale. Flushed with happiness, she blurted out words. These were words she had held back for nearly five years.
"Hey, Kwon Soon-young. I'll say it again. I don't need someone like you. I can live well on my own. Don't stand in my way."
Because I feel dirty. With those words, Jeon Yeo-ju went down the stairs through the emergency exit next to the elevator. Her ponytail, tied up high, flew wildly. A sense of relief cleared her mind. Ah, it feels good. She was glad she could speak so freely. The past didn't matter. Jeon Yeo-ju burst out laughing at how foolish she felt for struggling because of Kwon Soon-young just two days ago. She couldn't be happier now that the color Kwon Soon-young had been so deeply ingrained in her heart had been stripped away.
And the next worry started in the taxi. The shoot was in two weeks. How could I look at his face? I had no intention of playing love while looking at that face. I was depressed. I hated that kind of kid ruining my mood to the point of tears. These weren't tears because of Kwon Soon-young... It was annoyance. I was annoyed because my love for Kwon Soon-young was so unchanging. I didn't know why I liked that kid and called it love. Jeon Yeo-ju pressed and held the number saved as "oppa." Three beeps and a gentle voice.
"Hello? Why, Yeoju?"
"Oppa. I'm filming a program with Kwon Soon-young."
"... Oppa, work is over, so should we go eat some tteokbokki, our heroine's favorite?"
"Yeah. Or you can do it for me."
"Come to my house, oppa. Let's have a company dinner together today. How about that? To commemorate filming the program."
"It's so good."
"I'll quietly make tteokbokki and sit down to wait."
"Okay. I'll hang up, Oppa. See you later."
"Yeah, I miss you. Come quickly."
Perhaps my brother, more affectionate than a lover and sweeter than candy. Ugh. If another woman takes him, I'll inspect him from head to toe. With that resolve, Yeo-ju ended her day refreshed. The song she listened to on the way home was so good that the corners of her mouth automatically twitched. The blue sky was beautiful. The feeling of tteokbokki lingering in the air, and her brother's voice ringing in her ears. The height of happiness. Jeon Yeo-ju quietly recited.
I hope that happiness will last this long and be this fleeting.