The Novelist [ONGOING]

Ch7: Cold Midnight Showers and Late Night Phone Call

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Wen Wei Yi POV :

"Wei-Wei, Yoo-Jin, eat properly!" Kim Dal-Mi yelled.

I frowned and then put a mouthful of noodles into my mouth. The noodles were cooked perfectly as expected. The taste was awesome. But it was spicy....too spicy.....

I took a big gulp of the cold coco cola next to my bowl and deeply frowned. I was at Kim Dal-Mi's house having dinner with her family. It had been a week since the incident and I had already been discharged yesterday. But because of Kim Dal-Mi's guilt, instead of going back to my own apartment, I was brought here. The simple reason she gave was that my apartment had to be cleaned. But to me, it was obvious that she wanted me to stay over so she could watch over me and prevent me from doing anything dangerously stupid because of the trauma left behind by my grandpa's death.

I actively stuffed a prawn into my mouth, only to end up being laughed at by Yoo-Jin. Kim Yoo-Jin was Kim Dal-Mi's son. He was six, born around the same time when I first debuted as a writer. Kim Dal-Mi was married to Kim Jung-Woo. He was a renowned chef specializing in both traditional and western cuisine. He had opened a restaurant long ago which now stands as one of the best restaurants of the country with a five-star rank. Even getting a reservation wasn't that easy. But to me, it was easy to be the freeloader. After all, the chef was my brother-in-law.

After chewing on the rubbery prawn for an eternity, I gracefully took another sip of the juice.

We were currently seated on the dining table of four. Dal-Mi eonnie and Jung-Woo oppa sat side by side while I sat next to their little son who had his face painted with the sauces and gravy.

I looked at Kim Dal-Mi, "I've been recuperating since last week. So did anything interesting happen at work?"

"I wouldn't call it interesting. The word troublesome fits better." She said with a hint of irritation.

I curiously asked, "Tell me. What happened?"

She took a bite from her own bowl and explained, "Since you won Baeksang, a lot of requests are popping up from everywhere, variety shows, directors etc, etc. It's really tiring. My email account almost got deactivated because of the overflowing emails. Especially the ones from Spring are overflowing! They are just too persistent!"

Her husband nodded at the explanation. Obviously he knew it better than anyone else about the stress she was constantly under though she just had only me under her.

"Spring? What, do they want me to debut as an idol?" I joked.

"No...Do remember Song Jae-Il?"

"Pardon who?" I asked while slurping my noodles.

She sighed and answered, "Song Jae-Il from 'Recover X : Fantasy Around Ecstasy'. Didn't you appreciate it when you watched it?"

"Yeh i did. He's the actor?" Jung-Woo oppa burst into laughter while Kim Dal-Mi facepalm-ed herself visibly on the table.

'Errrrrrrrrrrr...was I wrong?' I wondered in confusion.

"Wen Wei Yi, Song Jae-Il was the director and he won the Baeksang with you just last week for Best Director."

"But didnt Jun-Woo win it? How can there be two winners?"

"Jun-Woo won for Best New Director while he won it for veterans!"

I made an 'ohh' to which I received a smile from Yoo-Jin.