That won't do, Ancana!
1. I got married.
One sunny morning.
Sunlight streams in through a window that someone had left open.
A cozy and warm bedroom.
The occasional sound of birds chirping and cars passing by.
And the sound of the female protagonist snoring as she sleeps without being noticed by the world.
박여주
-Ah... no... no, Choi Seung-cheol...
I wonder what I'm dreaming about. My sleep is particularly noisy today.
The heroine tossed and turned for a long time after that, flailing her arms and legs as she engaged in a fierce battle with someone in her dream.
박여주
-Standing tall...at that age...hehe..
And finally, the heroine smiled with satisfaction, knowing that she had won.
And sparkling eyes.
박여주
-......
박여주
-...Ah, it was a dream.
The heroine woke up from bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
I slept so soundly for the first time in a while that I felt like I was flying.
What a peaceful morning! Yeoju couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
박여주
-Oh, but where has this guy been since the morning breeze...
Then suddenly, I noticed the empty bed next to me.
He's a guy who usually sleeps in like it's nothing...
Yeoju reached for her phone. She was thinking of calling Seungcheol.
Unless he was out of his mind, Seungcheol wasn't the type of person to go out at 8 a.m., especially on a Sunday morning.
박여주
-......
박여주
-Oh my... I'm not getting it...
The call continued to ring, and the woman ended up hanging up on that call.
박여주
-Yeah, I guess I must have gone somewhere and searched for something...
The heroine lay down on the bed again.
The female protagonist, who had been rolling around like that for a while, suddenly felt something strange and sat up.
박여주
-...Is it really Sunday today?
In fact, there were more than a few things that made it strange to call today Sunday.
It was strange that I, who always played all night on Saturdays, woke up early.
The noise outside the window on a weekend morning was suspicious,
Above all, Seungcheol's car key, which he always kept on the bedside table, was nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, goosebumps ran through my whole body.
The female protagonist turned on her phone again and checked today's date.
On the phone's lock screen, it was written in a neat font:
9:39 AM | Monday, October 3
monday....
monday...
박여주
-Fuck!
There was no time to swear. The female protagonist ran straight to the bathroom and started washing up.
I don't usually wear heavy makeup, so I just put on sunscreen and lip balm and tied my hair up roughly.
There was no need to worry about what to wear. I dressed just enough to avoid looking too shabby and hurried out of the house.
Fortunately, the subway arrived quickly. But that wasn't the real problem.
박여주
-Just a moment, I'll pass... Sorry-
The subway, which was already approaching ten o'clock, was by no means deserted.
Barely able to get onto the crowded subway, Yeoju shuddered at the overwhelming sense of guilt.
박여주
-I'm crazy, I'm crazy... I'm just glad I didn't get stabbed this time...
A sigh escaped me.
박여주
-...Choi Seung-cheol is going to get beaten up by Go Merci again...
It was a situation that really left me with nothing but a sigh.
But there was still no time for that.
박여주
-I'm getting off! Just a moment, I'm passing by-
If you don't want to die, you have to run.
And the female protagonist was on the verge of death right now.
A company office near Seoul.
There was a morning meeting going on there.
박여주
-Ugh, gasp... gasp... I'm late... gasp, I'm sorry I'm late...!
The female protagonist ran into the office, breathing heavily.
With everyone's attention focused on the meeting, the alarm sounded, signaling a ten o'clock meeting.
Yes. It was exactly ten o'clock. The female protagonist's face turned pale.
최승철
-...Everyone, please attend the meeting.
Only then did the team members start moving.
The female protagonist just stood there, not knowing what to do.
최승철
-Miss Yeoju?
박여주
Oh, yes! Team leader!
최승철
-Would you like to talk with me?
The smiling face was creepy today.
The heroine was now more discouraged than ever.
최승철
-Yeah, what, you're late? Make an excuse, I'll listen.
박여주
-......
최승철
-Do you have anything to say?
Beyond simply being speechless, the Seungcheol she was facing now was not the Seungcheol she had known.
최승철
-...How old are you?
박여주
-...Twenty-six...
최승철
-But wow, you still can't get up on your own. What are you doing?
박여주
-Aida...
최승철
-If not, then what about the elementary school student? Is that why I have to wake him up every day?
박여주
-...Aida...
최승철
-Then what is it!
(bang-)
The female protagonist flinched violently and lowered her gaze.
Yes, the Seungcheol now was not the Seungcheol that Yeoju knew.
Not the sleepy and playful Choi Seung-cheol,
It was Choi Seung-cheol, the marketing team leader.
최승철
-...Park Yeo-ju.
박여주
-......
최승철
-No answer.
박여주
-huh...
최승철
-...under......
The female protagonist's head gradually lowered as she took a deep breath.
I lowered my head so I didn't have to make eye contact with him, and when I thought he wasn't looking, tears came to my eyes.
It was normal to feel wronged and sad in the current situation... but I couldn't help but cry.
최승철
-Do you know what time it is now?
박여주
-Ten o'clock...
최승철
-What time was it when you woke up?
박여주
-9 o'clock...
최승철
-You slept very well, didn't you? Huh?
박여주
-......
최승철
-Hey, you're a manager now. Not an intern, but a manager.
최승철
-Well, I wouldn't have considered you an intern... But now that you've been promoted to deputy manager, shouldn't you be paid for it?
박여주
-......
최승철
-I said it wasn't you.
박여주
-...right...
최승철
-...Do your best.
박여주
-ok...
최승철
-...Okay, go and do some work.
You held out well. Still.
The female protagonist, who returned to her seat, thought to herself:
Still, I didn't yell much and it ended sooner than usual.
The heroine forced a smile, trying to calm her still pounding heart.
I thought that even if I remembered it for a long time, it wouldn't make me feel good.
박여주
-Oh, really! What's the point of thinking about it so much?
박여주
-I need to finish this quickly and go eat something...
Pulling up a chair, the heroine made a small promise.
박여주
-...Should I go and buy something that Geumma likes?
Yeo-ju was racking her brain trying to figure out how to appease Seung-cheol.
A sigh escaped me.
But time was already passing.
If I didn't finish all my assigned work on time, I would have to work overtime, and if that happened, reconciliation would be out of the question.
The heroine clenched her fist and made a secret promise.
Is that a mental preparation for the upcoming lunch time with Seungcheol?
Is it a heart that whips its pathetic self?
I couldn't figure it out.