Chapter 449

Episode 449 Seong

Dae-young did not write about men in his work.

That’s because only women are worth making into works of art.

Isn’t creating a work of art materializing a higher level of ideals using common materials that originally existed in the world? I just thought that between men and women, it was women who were worth it.

However, sometimes there was an ingredient that even Seong Dae-young couldn’t resist. These are very precious materials that I would like to use at least once, even if they are not suitable for my museum.

“...Oh really....”

Seong Dae-young thought of Lee Jae-heon.

“I think I can make it okay.”

His work is one of two things. Development or preservation. Jaeheon Lee was the material that required the latter measure. If we could turn him into a complete work of art, how many relationships embedded in him would remain forever?

Yes, it’s a relationship. Seong Dae-young was a writer obsessed with relationships.

The soul dwelling in the material concept of the human body and creating a spiritual relationship is something that can only happen in nature. However, Seong Dae-young was able to develop or preserve that relationship by creating and concretizing it himself. That was the calling given to Seong Dae-young as a writer.

‘Even though he is from a wealthy family, he has a simple nature that makes him uncomfortable with the pain of others. He would have easily sympathized and cared for even the smallest things.

If he were that kind of person, he would have been giving charity to many people knowingly or unknowingly. Every single one of them can be replaced by a relationship. If only I could make it concrete...’

Seong Dae-young couldn’t stop imagining.

“How about putting it in glass like the work Jaeheon Lee bought last time? It will take a lot of time, but the inside and outside will overlap transparently, giving you a fascinating experience.”

I kept thinking about it.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to take the form of a top. Maybe, if you fill a large circular container with a preservative solution... and float it with a chain equal to the number of ties, it would have quite... meaning...” I

did that even though I knew it wasn’t a material I could mess with carelessly.

“Or a tube tailored to your body type? The preserved body is placed in a custom-made coffin with an angled shape, and flowers bloom inside it. As time passes, flowers will bloom and cover Lee Jae-heon’s body. “Isn’t it wonderful that a work evolves on its own even when the author takes his hands off it?”

But the result of these worries was always the same.

“...a ridiculous idea.”

Whatever the material, the opponent was a member of the Idang group. Although he lives in exile, quite far from his family’s power, he is not completely kicked out, so it seems like he has a place in this party. It is foolish for a writer to intervene in the affairs of a conglomerate.

Although their industry is outside the law, there are limits. The only materials that the artist could touch were those who were so shabby that it was okay to touch them as they pleased, those requested by the client, or people who chose to become materials themselves. Jaeheon Lee did not belong to any of these three.

“Song In-myeong, if only that bastard hadn’t cheated...”

But does that mean he’s a writer if he can easily shake off temptation?

“Why do you keep bragging? Bragging. “You fucking brat.”

Just when I thought I had forgotten, I got a call from Song In-myeong. People who haven’t experienced it wouldn’t know how annoying that scolding is. The guy who was so fawning in front of his sponsors was busy going crazy whenever he came in front of me. He was truly an abomination.

“You have it all, right?”

My teeth chattered.

I was jealous.

“....”

No, no. I’m not doing this because I’m jealous, it’s just that Song In-myeong is unlucky. Everyone knew that guy’s broken personality. If you don’t know, you are just being deceived by Song In-myeong’s fake face. But who would like that guy if they knew his clever intentions?

Despite his smooth face, that guy had a trashy personality. However, he is good at speaking and wins all the favors of his sponsors. Even if you try not to pay attention to it, it shows up in front of you one day and shows you its unlucky side once in a while. Seong Dae-young hated Song In-myeong.

It really upset me to think that a guy like that had a coveted material in his hands...

“...I should go buy some clothes to wear for my work.”

It was a day when I was struggling with anger and resignation. Seong Dae-young visited a department store he frequently visited and, as always, asked for a list of industry figures who had previously stopped by. In the meantime, I checked to see if anyone had visited this department store. If someone who will cause problems in my future comes to visit me, or conversely, if a relationship that helps me comes, I need to check it and prepare for the future.

And I found an amazing name.

“...is this list correct?”

“yes? Yes, that’s right. “I believe it was just renewed yesterday.”

“okay.”

Jaeheon Lee stopped by here?

After a few carrots and sticks, Kyung-ho finally opened his mouth.

“...just. I just... I feel like Jaeheon Lee is being threatened by someone...”

“Threatening?”

“....”

“Looking at your expression, it looks like you think I made that threat, but that’s really a misunderstanding. Rather, can I help Jaeheon Lee? So hurry up and say more.”

“...I keep looking at my phone to check the time. Like someone who is worried about getting caught... leaving in a hurry... that’s what you said...”

“Hmm.”

He probably wasn’t worried about running into Seong Dae-young. Lee Jae-heon would not have known that he patronized this department store. No, you might know, but...

‘If you were that scared, you shouldn’t have come to this department store in the first place.’

Even though they knew the identity of this department store, there was someone who put pressure on them to the point where they had to take their children shopping for their prized dolls. Seong Dae-young knew one unlucky brat who would enjoy role-playing like this.

“Is it Song In-myeong?”

“....”

“Oh, I’m sorry. “I was just talking to myself.”

The security guard’s expression was bad, as if he was blaming himself, but it was none of Seong Dae-young’s business.

‘For some reason, lately, I’ve been having a lot of days where I’ve been in a good mood and started arguing on the phone. ‘Maybe that’s why I was joking around like that.’

Given Lee Jae-heon’s nature, there is no way he would have been interested in ‘dolls’. As he had no ties to the industry, there was no way he would have known about this department store and there was no reason for him to visit. In that case, it would all be Song In-myeong’s actions to play with Lee Jae-heon by holding the ‘doll’ hostage. Seong Dae-young decided that way.

Kyeong-ho, who had kept his mouth shut until the end, smiled in an annoyed but admirable way.

“There will be no disadvantage to you as a result of this. Do not worry.”

“...That customer....”

“Do it in moderation.”

“....”

“Behave when people look at you cutely. “You are so brave, even though you don’t live alone in this world.”

“...I’m sorry....”

“It’s already been so long. “It’s a shame I couldn’t go shopping, but I guess I’ll have to go back today.”

On the way back to the studio.

“...Fuck.”

Seong Dae-young muttered a curse.

I was jealous.

“Fucking fuck you bastard. What a piece of shit... This unlucky bastard is all alone....”

How could Song In-myeong be so lucky? How can I enjoy the world so much alone? Goddess Luck loved only that kid. No matter how good the material is, the opponent will be from a chaebol family, and by delving into that, he is playing with Lee Jae-heon with the promise of Lee Dang’s silence.

How can I do that? Why don’t I have that kind of luck? If I had a relationship like Lee Jae-heon, I wouldn’t have treated him as harshly as Song In-myeong. This means that he would have approached the other person more gently and carefully, won the other person’s heart, and gently coaxed them to create the happiest work in the world.

The cell phone on the passenger seat rang.

“....”

Song In-myeong.

Song In-myeong, you damn bastard. An unlucky, trash child who lives alone in the world.

“...Aaagh! Aaaaaaaaa!!”

bang! Bang bang bang!!

I hit my head hard on the steering wheel.

“why! Why why!! Why can’t I just have anything!! Why is it only me...!!”

I was so jealous that

I couldn’t stand it.

(Continued in the next part)