A Heroine Who Can Never Be Abandoned

98 – Dongmin Lee (33)

Dongmin Lee (33)

A strange situation was created.

No, it must be a terrifying sight.

Hwang Ji-young and Kim Yoon-ah were facing me.

Of course, Haerin was by my side, so it seems that the two of her and the two of this side are confronting each other.

In movies, this kind of directing is a cliché.

In the silence, sharp tension was felt.

And I knew.

The two did not speak recklessly.

Firmly closed lips.

A look full of determination.

You can even feel the spleen taste.

They were readers of 『Journal』 More than anyone else.

Thus, I know what kind of person Kang Haerin is.

It was brave, but you could tell just by looking at them with a mixture of fear and doubt.

They know who they’re dealing with.

That’s why you’re so nervous.

As if Haerin was about to take out a nunchuck from his pocket and swing it or aim it with a sharp knife.

They were leaning against each other.

The intention to protect the body was revealed unconsciously.

I glanced back at Haerin.

She was calm as usual.

But with arms folded and a rare, fine forehead slightly frowning, he was looking at the two of them.

I can understand Harin’s thoughts.

‘I just want to talk with my seniors.’

Please get out of here.

Haerin wouldn’t want to be alienated from this job.

Even if I explain that I’ll tell you everything later, you won’t be satisfied unless you hear it yourself.

This is what happened.

I decided to speak up.

However, it would be better to move the location.

I took Harin and moved with the two of them.

Hwang Ji-young and Kim Yoon-ah seemed dissatisfied with the fact that their opinion of wanting to be alone with me was not accepted, but they pretended not to be able to overcome my request.

“You guys, you shouldn’t talk about it in front of Hyejeong.”

I said.

You have something to say about the novel?

I could see what they were guessing.

But it didn’t work in front of Kim Hye-jung.

“… You know what happens. I have no intention of excusing myself. I know that my fault is big. But i can work it out Did you even want to say it was my fault? Me and Haerin will stop her novel from becoming a reality. So please don’t talk about Hyejeong.”

I was embarrassed to become Hwang Ji-young and Kim Yoon-a at my words.

Yuna Kim hit her hand.

“Oh, no. Senior. It’s natural. Our fault is big. As soon as I saw the senior, I was happy, and I thought that I had to speak quickly, so I didn’t pay attention. Sorry.”

“And I don’t think it’s the senior’s fault either.”

Hwang Ji-young said enthusiastically.

“Seniors are not gods, and novels become reality, there is no way that would be possible. There’s no way a good person like you could hope that such a scary story would become a reality. Isn’t it?”

Their words that believe in me.

I was thrilled, but to be honest, I wasn’t confident.

Can I be a good person?

My biological mother used to assure me that the color of my soul was red and black would never make it to heaven.

I used that as an excuse to wield a cane, make me study the Bible, and force me to go out for morning prayer.

‘Satan, go away!’

I often thought that might be true.

So this is what happens.

Isn’t it really Satan?

I shook my head.

This is not the time to be absorbed in sentimentality.

Haerin is someone who can crumple Hwang Ji-yeong and Kim Yoon-ah, who are her enemies, and throw them away like her paper.

I had to act as the moderator.

“I understand your concerns. But Harin is the most important. And she said Harin would never hurt anyone. You have already promised me that.”

“Do you believe that, senior?”

Kim Yuna said.

“… I know. It’s rude to say this. But if Kang Hae-rin is a character in a novel, and if the novel is becoming a reality, there is no guarantee that Kang Hae-rin will not commit murder.”

“… Me, I like Harin too. Mr. Harin is pretty, and even in the novel, I’m the most fanatic… No, he was my favorite character. But I can’t help but be afraid to see it in real life…”

Hwang Ji-young said in a tone without confidence.

I saw Harin.

“I can promise you. Right? Haerin, you are not Kang Haerin in the novel, you are just my girlfriend, Haerin.”

“………”

But Haerin didn’t answer.

“Haerin!”

“… Sure. She’s self I am a person who can fully control myself. Do not worry.”

“Did you see it?”

I told Jiyoung Hwang and Yuna Kim.

They were still suspicious, but when I told them this far, they pretended to listen.

Furthermore, the eyes of the two have become even more meaningful than when I saw them in school.

“……”

Herin’s biggest flaw and charm, arrogance, and the excellent appearance, speech, and various abilities that justify it have been realized.

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Hwang Ji-young and Kim Yun-ah were watching it.

As I was, as an avid reader of 『Journal』.

“If I need help, I will ask. But it’s dangerous, so don’t act recklessly. Don’t even dream of catching Jung Sung-min.”

I rarely force my opinion on anyone, but a series of recent events have made me a completely different person.

No more.

You can’t even hurt other people.

“Haerin, let’s do it together. It’s something only you and I can do, not Jiyoung and Yoona.”

“Good.”

Haerin nodded reluctantly.

“I will do my job.”

For some reason, Harin’s expression was probably because of the hostile behavior of Hwang Ji-young and Kim Yun-ah.

“Once embedded, the image does not change. Just as fiction is governed by probability. If you have a pistol, shouldn’t you be sure to shoot it?”

Is it Chekhov’s story?

I laughed bitterly.

A rule of thumb that if a pistol appears at the beginning of a story, it must be fired at the end.

Personally, I think MacGuffins are also useful.

“Tell me if you need help!”

At my words, Harin smiled.

Of course, he didn’t laugh like he was laughing, but he seemed to be pricked by his conscience.

Help me, can I help you?

Haerin said.

“There is no way he will step out.”

“………”

Her words ranged between cynicism and kindness.

No, maybe it’s distrust and boredom towards the ‘weak’ me who has only shown a weak side so far.

I had to find a way to live with Haerin’s heart while keeping the really good people safe.

First of all, we need to find Jeong Seong-min.

Fortunately, even if the contents of the 『Journal』 Changed little by little, the appearance description of the villains did not change.

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Lee Dong-min turned around with Kang Hae-rin.

“Oh, that line-“

Kim Yuna, who was lost in thought while watching their backs, suddenly came to her senses and tried to call him over.

However, Hwang Ji-young stopped him.

“Okay. Leave it alone. You know.”

“… I don’t think you know.”

“You are a writer.”

“Yes, but…”

Kim Yuna muttered without confidence.

“… Jeong Seong-min, are you really here?”

“…Yes.”

“What should I do?”

“What are you doing?”

“… Just go back?”

“……”

Hwang Ji-young made an ambiguous expression.

“What can we do?”

“……”

The two looked at each other without speaking.

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After getting off at the parking lot, Jung Seong-min went straight to the bathroom without even looking inside the funeral home.

He checked himself in a black suit.

A lean, angular face, sharp cheekbones.

Depending on the person, he could be evaluated as handsome, but he didn’t like his appearance very much.

He had a terrible self-loathing.

However, there were times when it was admiration because aversion was accompanied by narcissism at the same time.

A definite impression that stands out everywhere!

Who the hell made this work?

He twisted a smile that looked like a fishy sneer at the corners of his mouth as he remembered what was about to happen.

He walked out with a slight stoop.

When he was young, he used to go around like that to hide his cramped legs because he lacked confidence, but now it’s a habit that doesn’t work well even if he tries to fix it.

He wiped his greasy nose.

“Death and lust are one.”

He smirked.

People who heard his talk frowned and tried to distance themselves from him.

Jung Seong-min didn’t care about them.

He just needed a grieving person.

I just heard the story of the ‘drug dealer murder case’ that made the internet and other mass media buzz.

Contrary to the name, it seems that there was no ‘fun point’ such as feeding the victim drugs, but rather, it stimulated and excited Jung Sung-min.

“Asshole. If you’re like me, you’ll have a bit of fun by feeding the drug to a lethal dose or making it messy, hee hee, so that the bottom part is all broken up, hee hee…”

He entered the funeral home.

He paid a small amount of money that contained only the cost of his meal, and naturally finished the temple without paying attention.

I saw the sad parents of Seo In-woo and Nam Jae-chan.

In particular, what caught his gaze were the haggard middle-aged women, namely Seo In-woo and Nam Jae-chan’s mothers.

But once he got his desire.

First of all, it was necessary to look around the venue.

He went into the inner room to eat.

I saw a woman sitting alone.

Looking at the spoons and rice bowls lying next to it, it didn’t seem like there was a party, but I really liked the depressed and somewhat desperate expression.

“Despair and s*xuality.”

Jung Seong-min giggled and approached her.

First of all, looks are acceptable.

As he roamed the streets trying to find his target, he was overcome with the feeling of choosing from a buffet menu.

It was like that even now.

This woman should be about lamb ribs or lobster.

He pretended to be friendly and sat not far from the woman.

“There are no seats, so can I sit here?”

“….Please.”

The woman answered briefly.