Exotic Love (Novel)

47

Yang Sun-woong set up a table to eat before returning to China. The people who he had been hanging out with came after receiving his call and it was an ordinary meal where about five people gathered. He even had a light accompaniment, but no drugs.  He used to play without fear when he was young, but now that he's over 30, he tends to be careful.

   "Oh, you drank a lot that day. Did you get home safely?"

   "Uh. I couldn't make it home."

   While eating moderately, my appetite plummeted when he suddenly brought up what happened a few days ago. My mouth began to feel dry and nauseous. That day. It was because I had a series of memories just hearing about it.

   "Did you sleep in the hotel?”

  It would be nice if he could stop asking. Yang Sun-woong asked, probably because I did not show any agitation or discomfort on the surface.  Did he know something about it and asked?  It was as if my feet were stained black.

   "Director Yoon, did he take you in?”

   "Director Yoon seems to have taken care of me. I don't really remember."

   "Oh, did he? I didn't treat you well eventhough its me who called you."

   'There was also a room for you.' It was obvious what he was thinking. He look regretful on his face. What are you regretting? The fact that I didn't sleep with Yang Hyunji or that you couldn't sleep with Yoon Heegyeom. Anyway, I was so drunk that I couldn't do anything about Yang Hyun-ji and Yang Sun-woong-

"…Haha." 

Suddenly he laugh.  What's the big deal of being drunk?  The real accident happens when I'm drunk as Yang Sun-woong intended.  If there is a difference from Yang Seon-woong's intention, the person changed from Jung Jae-han and Yang Hyun-ji to Jung Jae-han and Yoon Hee-gyeom.  I've had a throbbing headache as I think of that night again.  I felt nauseous that I couldn't eat any more, so I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

  “Why did you hit Director Yoon before?”

Yang Sun-woong asked tactlessly. What do I have to do to make that bastard shut his mouth? I'm thinking of a way to stop Yang Sunwoong from talking about Yoon Hee-gyeom anymore, but the people around are showing curiosity. Most of them knew who Yoon Hee-gyeom was.  The Choi Sung-tae case had a huge impact.  Among them, there was also one person who was at the party that day and was investigated by the police.

  "There was just some misunderstanding."

  "What misunderstanding? I heard that Manager Kim told me not to accept Director Yoon's movie, but don't you actually invest in Director Yoon's work?”

  “It’s the arbitrariness of Director Kim who doesn’t like to make mistakes.  Because Yoon Heegyeom was fucked because of me, so I decide to help him once.”

  "Is that so? Why didn't you use your power to produce it?"

  "Already, the situation was complicated because President Yang invested a lot on the condition that Yang Hyunji played the leading role, and Director Yoon takes charge as the Director with the condition that Hangyeom Pictures as the main production company. All I'm going to do is prove that Yoon Hee-gyeom is not out of my sight. President Yang set up the table for Yang Hyunji, but it’s funny that I'm the one who eat all the meat dishes.”

  "Uh…. Hey, did you think of Hyunji?”

  "I invest it to watch the scenario, and it was nice to see her working hard. Hyunji."

  Yang Sun-woong's expression became subtle at my indifferent words. He looked excited or happy.

  You idiot. I chuckled inwardly and pulled out a cigarette.  Except for me, who shut my mouth, the rest of the conversation went on and on. When drugs and alcohol were put in, it was quite unusual to see the stinking dogs wearing high-quality suits taking off their mask.  Oh, of course, I am the most asshole among them.  I, damn it, I can't mess with any of the men here. They're same as me.

  "...Excuse me for a second, I have a call ."

  The phone call just in time broke the cycle of my thoughts. With the vibrating cell phone in hand, I got out of the hallway and into the garden to answer the call.  I had tossed my cigarettes in the ashtray after smoking, so I searched my pockets and found a new cigarette.

  "Report."

  It was not a relationship that needed greeting. My commanding voice was dry and the man answering also answered in a polite but extremely businesslike voice.