The Best of Tomorrow [ 내일의 으뜸]

Chapter 48

There was overtime left, and the atmosphere at the company was brutal. It was so brutal that I felt like I couldn't even make the sound of a chair being pulled or a door opening or closing. The moment it touched someone's heart with a very small sound, it became a neighborhood drum. As an object of anger.

The main writer and producer had a huge fight. I was curious about the reason, but I couldn't ask Shim Won-jun. This is because Shim Won-jun went out of his way to stop the PD and became the first neighborhood drum.

The main writer glared at Shim Won-jun and shouted at him, asking if I was that easy. Dagger-like words such as how did you get your education, why is your personality the way you are, and that you don't have a bad haircut came out of the main author's mouth, and Shim Won-jun's complexion grew darker as he listened to those words. Shim Won-Jun, who had quietly withdrawn from the fight after hearing a few shouts, took his coat and pack of cigarettes and left, and has not been seen since.

I put on my coat and listened to the script. Then, Shim Won-jun went out and headed towards the door he did not enter. He needed a place to take refuge.

With the script in hand, I went into a cafe near my office. As I stood in front of the counter and looked through the menu, my eyes stopped on the plain yogurt smoothie. It was Seonjae's favorite drink. I even posted a picture of me holding this drink on Instagram. Now that I think about it, the place I came into was a brand that sold the drink that Seonjae was drinking in the photo. The menu was decided without any hesitation.

"Plain yogurt smoothie, please."

On a day when the temperature felt like -20 degrees Celsius.

I sucked down the smoothie and drank it. When I took the straw out of her mouth, her head started ringing and her teeth were aching. Her face scrunched up as she bowed. She trembled for no reason.

I put down my cup and looked at the script. An unexpected incident occurred due to a fight between the damn producer and the writer. The task was to create phrases to describe the characters appearing. As I scan the script with my eyes, the sound comes out naturally.

"What on earth are you writing?"

I rested my chin and looked at the script. The black thing is the writing and the white thing is the paper. She held a pen in her hand and twirled it around. The script described the performers' specifications in detail. Her height as a performer was 188 cm. Wow, how tall is he? Then I remembered Seonjae, who was standing next to me. The location of the face I looked up at. Seonjae is also very big. Seonjae's thoughts jumped to thinking of phrases to use in the subtitles.

As I thought about Seonjae's height, his clothes, his expressionless face, and the dimples that only appear on one side when he smiles, my thoughts reached Seonjae's heart. Where I can't see.

What would Seon-jae think of me, who suddenly appeared six years ago and shouted that I liked you, but then remained in ignorance for the next few years, and only recently has he become familiar with me again? How would Seonjae see me like that?

I twirled the pen in my hand and wrote Seonjae's name repeatedly in my notebook.

[Seonjae. Seonjae Ryu. [If I were Seonjae]

I put an ellipsis after Seonjae's name. If I were Seonjae, I couldn't think about anything after that. I couldn't imagine it. What would it be like if it were me? Even though I thought about it, I couldn't come up with an answer. The time I jumped was too long to measure anything.

"It's frustrating."

A short, painful sigh came out. She rested her chin and let out a long sigh before lying down on the table with her arms outstretched. As I glanced at the words written in the notebook, my eyelids became increasingly heavy. Just like when you exercise hard while holding dumbbells.