Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your "Something" - Chapter 17
Yes. That is why Na-Yool too ought to not give birth to a son. Na-Yool sighed deeply with exhaustion.
I don’t know why I still have to listen to that guy’s litanies about Korean women when we have already broken up…
Sang-Hoon would often look down on Na-Yool’s work, and he considered that it was a selfish idea for a woman to continue working after getting married. So to have him now clinging to her by profusely flattering her hardworking side was truly hilarious. Same goes for the way he lumped all other women (who did not ask for anything) together and insulted them. And, of course, the fact that he stupidly believed that Na-Yool would be happy about it.
[Such a good woman… I didn’t know how to appreciate what I had]
[I fucked up]
[I wasn’t serious]
[Our relationship is stronger than that, isn’t it?]
[We even thought about getting married]
In your dreams?
[To be honest, I’ve never met a woman as great as you.]
[Did I maybe tell you earlier than you are ugly?]
[You’re not.] [Do you know that? That you are really pretty?]
Na-Yool also knew. That, at least, she was objectively easier on the eye than Sang-Hoon’s plain face.
[Na-Yool. You’re the first pretty woman I’ve ever dated.]
[Ha… I don’t deserve you]
[Fuck, I must have lost my mind]
[What did I say earlier?]
[I’m sorry, Na-Yool. Please answer me]
[Are you mad at me?]
The more she scrolled down the chat, the clearer it was that Sang-Hoon’s mind was out of it. And the number of typos was consequently proportional. For example, ‘Are you mad at me?’ was delivered as ‘Art you mud at m?’.
[First, let’s talk face to face]
[Why you keep ignoring this oppa!]
[I’m not angry]
[Just asking]
[Na-Yool, are you really not checking?]
[Are you really not gonna check my messages?!]
[You sleeping?]
[Or are you secretly looking at the chatbox using flight mode? I’ve heard that’s what women do when they get into a fight…]
[I heard it from Jin-Woo]
[But me I’ve never done it, I swear]
You obviously did…
[Did you maybe already block me?]
[Do you know we broke up less than a week ago?]
[Please pick up your phone]
[If you don’t like it either way, then at least show me your face one last time]
[I won’t bother you]
[I swear]
[I was wrong]
[Na-Yool… truth is, I might have had a few drinks]
With how prideful he was, drinking clearly had played a role in loosening his tongue. It was more surprising that he believed for a second that Na-Yool would not be able to tell.
[I don’t think I can go home… Can you pick me up? I’m in Suwon right now…]
[If you don’t pick me up, I might sleep on the street…]
[And probably won’t make it to work too in the morning…]
[Is that what you want?]
[Is it?]
[How can you be so selfish]
“Are you not getting in?”
“…Huh? What?”
“The elevator.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Ms. Na-Yool, I’m still waiting.”
“Yes, sorry.”
Na-Yool promptly got on the elevator that waited for her. Though the elevator, with only four people, was quieter than in the morning when it was full, it did not mean she was less concerned about people finding out the affair between her and Si-Jin.
As she bowed her head to other people in the elevator, she apologized in a faint voice. “Sorry, coming in.”
Then the silence came back. After the elevator stopped once at the 4th and the 7th floors, only Na-Yool and Si-Jin remained.
It was probably then that she felt a little short of air. Na-Yool quietly stared at the illuminated 31th floor button. In this kind of moment too, it always feels like time has stopped.
“Na-Yool.”
“……”
“I’m in Suwon right now…”
“……”
The voice, which read each syllable separately as if to recite a Korean textbook, was creepy.
Without turning her head, Na-Yool looked back, and noticed Si-Jin’s head look over her shoulder. The phone she held, with its screen and its ridiculous contents brightly on, was the perfect angle for Si-Jin to read it.
“I mean it, Na-Yool. I’m in a p- what did he write? After that.”
“…‘I’m in a pinch and I hope you know how bad the situation is.’ ”
“Na-Yool, if I stay like this, I can’t go to work tomorrow. It’s a life and death situation.”
“……”
“Don’t you care about anything but your work?”
“……”
“Now that we broke up, do I mean nothing to you anymore?”
Sang-Hoon’s pathetic words were already annoying as it was, but even more when read out-loud with a soulless robotic voice. Overwhelmed by an indescribable fury, she tried to switch off her phone, but a hand reached out from behind and swiftly snatched it.
“Ah-”
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