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“..let’s break up.”
" what ..? "
That was the first thing you said to me that day, in a quiet cafe, at a moment when no music could be heard.
It was a really indifferent and sad question, not something like, "How was your day yesterday?" or "What did you eat for breakfast this morning?"
“Let’s break up now.”
“Who asked that? Just like this...”
“..it’s just like that.”
"No. I can't break up with you."
"Please... stop it now, heroine."
"Stop it..?"
What on earth should I stop doing now? All I'm doing right now is loving you.
Should I stop loving you?
"Okay.. I'll wake up first."
And so you left me, as if nothing had happened. You carelessly cut off the small thread that held me back, the thread that said it wasn't over yet.
What on earth was I to you? Was I a love that had to end without even hearing a single reason for its existence?
But was it really love in the first place?
After that day, I cried every night for about a month. People are so funny. After crying for a whole month, I couldn't cry anymore, even when I was sad.
It was just like that. It was just really sad.
So, I ended up breaking up with him, and the story from now on is four years later.
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“Lady, please take a look at this part and edit it.”
"Oh, yes, I'll do it right away."
After that, I focused solely on my studies and was able to secure a job at a young age. As for dating, well... I honestly didn't have the energy to do it.
Anyway, thanks to my focus on work, I was promoted quite quickly. I'm now a main radio producer at a successful broadcasting station. Of course, I initially wanted to work in the drama department, but...
Still, I am living a somewhat satisfied life.
“Okay, let’s go to our planning meeting.”
" yes ~ "
That guy's thoughts are... well, he's incredibly satisfied, to the point where it doesn't really matter.
Inside the conference room,
“First of all, there’s something urgent right now.. Who would be a good guest next?”
“Seventeen is making a comeback this week, shouldn’t we sing it once?”
“Really? Hmm.. Then, please contact Ji-ah once to see if she can recruit Seventeen.”
" yes ~ "
“Then I guess I’ll have to get the copyright for those new songs...”
“I did receive an email from the composer from the company...”
“That person personally didn’t receive it well, so he always requested it from the company.”
“But the schedule is a bit tight, so there might be a delay...”
“.. I guess there’s nothing I can do. I’ll try sending an email.”
" yes ~ "
It's a weekly meeting, but it's so frustrating every time. Why do emergencies happen so often? I should be getting used to it, but... I'm still a beginner.
As a beginner like me, I skillfully sent a copyright-related email directly to the composer and was just waiting for a quick response.
But as always, God is not on my side, and even after three days, the read receipt did not appear. Did this person's phone break?
“Ha.. Really”
“What should we do..? Seventeen’s casting has already been done...”
“.. I guess I have no choice but to do it with what I received before.”
at that time,
Tiring,
“..!! I read it!!”
Click,
"Crazy.. Okay. I'll do it!!"
“Really?! “
"Uh.. but"
The reply began with a few polite words, and thankfully, it included permission to use the copyright. However, strangely, there was a separate condition attached...
“Would you like to meet in person?”
" yes ..? "
He said he wanted to meet me, the main producer, in person. Oh, what... he wanted to see who would write his songs. He really is quite unique.
Still, I thought it was respect for me as an artist, so I replied again saying I understood. I also asked them to adjust the date.
Because they are busier than me and their days and nights are different from mine.
The promised day arrived, and since it was supposed to be a business meeting, I prepared quite diligently. Normally, I'd go to the broadcasting station wearing only slacks and a white short-sleeved shirt...
I can't even remember how many years it's been since I've decorated like this. The last time I really put some effort into it...
"Miss... why is that kid here?"
It's funny, it was the day I got really pissed off by that guy. C'mon... I've been in a bad mood since morning.
Still, I tried to control my expression and went into the cafe where we were supposed to meet.
“Where are you..?”
Obviously... black hair... and a blue jacket...
Swish,
" ah ..! "
As I went a little deeper into the store, I saw a man with short black hair at the back of his head and wearing a denim jacket, just as he had said. I took a deep breath and slowly approached him.
Turbuck,
Turbuck,
“Hello. My name is Kim Yeo-ju, who contacted you...”
" hello. "
“ ..!! ”
“It’s been a really long time. About four years, I think?”
"Crazy guy.."
That's him. That's the guy I hoped never to pass by again, even by chance.
As soon as I saw that guy's face, I turned around and tried to leave the cafe. Seriously, I've been feeling a bit off since morning...
at that time,
widely,
" wait for a sec ..! "
“ ..!! ”
Lee Ji-hoon's personality is such that he is not the type to easily grab someone, so this action came as a huge shock to me.
“Just give me a moment.”
“..let go of this.”
“It really just takes a moment. Really...”
“You didn’t even give me that moment. And what do you expect from me?”
“.. My lady.”
“ ..!! ”
The voice calling me was the same as it was four years ago. The feelings contained in those words were also the same as before.
It was your voice that I had desperately wanted for countless nights over the past four years.
When I heard that voice, tears that I had never been able to shed no matter how sad I was started to well up in my eyes again, and my whole body became stiff and I couldn't even leave the cafe.
As expected, you're dragging me into that pitch-black night again.
“Business is… business.”
" .. okay. "
Finally, I sat down, again, dumbfounded.
"...Why did you ask to see me?"
“Because I missed you. Really.”
“ … ”
“I wanted to make sure that the name in the email was really you.”
" why ? "
" .. just. "
" what ..? "
“I just really missed you.”
There was no reason when you broke up with me, and now you've suddenly appeared, and after four years, there's no reason why I wanted to see you again. And in the first place, I'm not in a position to hear that reason.
Finally I opened my mouth.
" .. you know."
” … “
"You're a piece of trash who didn't even give me a reason when we broke up."
” … “
“But now, is there no reason why you want to see it again?”
” … “
"..I have no reason to hate you anymore."
” … “
"I just hate you. Now."
” … “
" .. It's just like that. Just like you said"
I got up again and left the cafe, but then, like a complete fool, I collapsed shortly after. Tears kept flowing out, obscuring my vision and making it impossible to move forward.
I didn't hate it. In fact, the thought that he wanted to see me again gave me a glimmer of hope.
but ..
Even I found it funny how I looked like that. It was truly funny how I cried and suffered every day for four years, and now I was expecting something new.
Maybe what I hate isn't you, but me, who loves you. There's no reason to hate myself, who loves you.
I just hate it. Really.
There are many reasons why I hate you, but there is only one reason for all of them.
That I still like you very much.