Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: NicoleTempest
Chapter 246
“You’re the one who took me out of the emergency stairs, put me on the stage, comforted me when I ran away and felt depressed after suffering a disadvantage, and brought me back on a dawn flight from Jeju Island.”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Who would believe this? I was sure they would think I was crazy, but it was now or never. I had nowhere else to retreat.
“According to the order, 1, 2, 3, number 1 and 3 are the same person, but number 2 is a different person. What do you mean by that?”
Yu-geon narrowed his eyes and frowned. He couldn’t understand why number 2, which didn’t happen in reality, was still in his memory so unexpectedly.
“Where do I start explaining this...”
I sighed deeply, and Yu-geon furrowed his brows as if he wanted to sigh too.
“What are you trying to say now?”
I looked up at Yu-geon’s face, full of discontent. I wondered if he would trust me as much as I trusted him.
But before that, could he accept this unbelievable story?
But then again, since he changed into a different person at some point, maybe it wasn’t impossible to believe.
“What is it now?”
Yu-geon glared at me as if he wanted me to hurry up.
‘What will I do if I don’t say it here?’
It was a dead end.
Believe it or not. It was an inevitable choice to keep the climax, the offbeat, and the composition.
“Come on, click faster. I have more than one or two things to download. Why are you so relaxed?”
“I’m downloading, okay? The internet speed is always like this. It won’t work faster if you click faster.”
As I impatiently snatched the mouse from Yu-geon and quickly organized the downloaded files, he looked at me with an incredulous expression.
“Why, this is much neater, isn’t it? You can also check the emails by dividing them into conversations like this.”
Yu-geon and I were having a heated argument in the composition office. It was a small conference room with good soundproofing.
First of all, I needed to check how the company was running, so I logged into the cloud with a business account that Cheon Ise had never accessed before. There were backup records of the employees’ work. RἈŊŏBЕs̩
It would take too long to access, open, and save each one online, so I decided to download all the files at once.
He said he would organize the files he received on his laptop, but I pushed him away and took the mouse.
“Oh, this. I told them not to match the price and go somewhere else because of the print quality, but they matched the price.”
From the second MD production status to be delivered soon, to the recent meeting report with the advertising agency.
My eyes were busy with the backlog of more than a week. I quickly commented and corrected, saved and re-uploaded, and notified the person in charge. Yu-geon looked at me with his mouth wide open.
“Why, do you believe me a little now?”
From the tone of voice to the habits and minor document formats. Yu-geon and I were not in a position to work together in writing, so he probably didn’t know exactly what I did. But anyone who wasn’t in charge of, or rather, overseeing all the desks in the company for a long time wouldn’t be able to achieve this level of accuracy and speed.
“That’s impossible.”
“It’s possible, that’s why I’m here now.”
As I started to make a handover document so that someone could take over my work even if I disappeared completely, Yu-geon rubbed his eyes and looked at me again.
“If you’re not going to do anything, go and get me some coffee. If you open the left cabinet in the pantry, you’ll find a half-caffeine capsule.”
He shrugged his shoulders and went out to make coffee with a confident attitude that even ordered me to run errands.
“I can’t believe it.”
“You have to believe it even if you can’t.”
“It’s just an expression.”
A few hours ago. He must have thought I was crazy, but I told him to just accept it without trying to understand it. The atmosphere was not like this then.
He seemed to think it was strange that Cheon Ise had changed so much, but he was still different.
I couldn’t answer right away and fell into thought. If I could explain to them like I did to Yu-geon, with my work skills and past activities, it would be better to tell them.
But could I make all six of them understand?
That was honestly close to impossible. Even Yu-geon wouldn’t have agreed to cooperate with me if data transfer was impossible and I couldn’t tell him in a somewhat plausible way.
“You’d be happy if they believed you, but honestly, don’t you feel like you’re possessed by a ghost right now?”
Yu-geon nodded with a disgruntled expression.
“There’s no point in telling them. They’ll think you’re weird and you’ll go crazy too. I’ll just handle it until Cheon Ise wakes up.”
What if Cheon Ise... never regains consciousness? I shivered at the chilling assumption, but there was no way out.
I swallowed a short sigh and looked at the time. Yu-geon had to move to the shop soon.
“Go ahead. I’m done with everything. I’ll give you my number, so call me if anything weird happens or when you finish the schedule.”
I casually gestured to Yu-geon to hand me his phone. Yu-geon reluctantly handed me his phone, and I saved the temporary number I received and gave it back to him.
“What’s your number?”
“010-XXXX-XXXX, right?”
Yu-geon’s eyebrows twitched.
“Memorize the numbers of the people you’re close with. You never know what might happen.”
“Huh...”
He still looked doubtful, as if he couldn’t believe it.
I ignored Yu-geon’s reaction and put the laptop in my bag and got up from my seat.
As we left the conference room together, we ran into the employees and exchanged greetings on the spot. They nodded as if they understood when I said he was a trainee I brought for work.
But they asked me to be more careful with security as I left.
Yu-geon headed to the cafe under the building to join the road manager, and I walked to the opposite side to go back to the shelter.
“Hey, by the way.”
As I was about to walk to the bus stop, Yu-geon suddenly grabbed me and asked.
“What should I call you now? It feels weird to call you Ise or Ise hyung.”
“Im Hyunsung?”
“That’s too stiff. Hyunsung hyung is also weird.”
I was about to retort, but I realized that I looked like a nineteen-year-old.
“Then Hyunsung?”
I glared at Yu-geon with contempt. Yu-geon, who had been tense all along, burst into laughter and clutched his stomach.
“Ah, I’m going crazy. How can your face be so different but your expression be the same?”
It was obvious that we were the same person inside. I turned away, feeling like there was no point in arguing any further.
As I returned to the shelter, I felt strange trying to ignore the Offbeat ads and MVs that were everywhere on the street. They reminded me of the place that I could no longer belong to.
The slight thrill of confiding in someone about this unbelievable secret soon faded away. I still couldn’t tell the other members, the Climax members who had a stronger bond with me than Yu-geon. And I knew I would never be able to.
‘Well... let’s be satisfied with making one step forward.’
I entered the shelter’s sleeping room with a restless mind. There were more peers than yesterday, each occupying a bed.
None of them looked happy.
‘They must all have their own troubles and situations.’
They probably had secrets and worries that they couldn’t share with anyone else.
As I stared at the bed sheet with a troubled mind, I heard a sound from somewhere.
Gurgle-.
It was the sound of someone else’s stomach.