Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 327



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Episode 327

Seongpil looked like a knight facing the battle of his life.

A gleaming suit of armor, a polished horse, and a shining blade behind him.

A knight with only one step left to achieve glory.

“What were you talking about?”

Seongpil entered the practice room.

The members stared at her with bewildered faces for a moment, and then Shin A-reum raised her voice.

“Oh, oh, I’ve never decorated it like this before!”

Shin A-reum probably wouldn’t have been this surprised if Seong-pil suddenly walked on water.

Up until now, Sungpil, whom Shin A-reum had seen, had always worn only appropriate clothes.

Clothes that are neither shabby nor too stylish.

But today was different.

For some reason, Shin A-reum felt a deep sense of defeat.

“Why have you never dressed like this in front of me before!”

“Is there anything I should do in front of Arami?”

“There are times like that when you come to my house!”

“I guess she’s really cool? This is the first time I’ve seen Arami do this.”

“This is my first time too!”

Seongpil was so happy that he even danced lightly. Then, when his eyes met with Jo Ara’s, he realized his mistake and quickly stopped dancing.

“Isn’t it cool? Designer Mahara gave it to me as a gift.”

“Huh? Designer Mahara, why? Why this gift? What did you pay for it? What price did you pay for it?”

“Ha-yang, I feel bad because I know what kind of price you’re imagining. Do I look like that kind of person? What did I say in the first place… ?”

“Mia taught me that there is a way to get work by hinting at a romantic relationship with a client… … .”

“Break up the relationship immediately!”

Mia is Jang Ha-yang’s model friend.

He also introduced Haruki, the instructor, and told Jang Ha-yang about various aspects of the modeling industry.

Seongpil swallowed a sigh.

“I’m saying this just in case, but it really was a gift.”

“I wonder if that’s true.”

Rika muttered with a serious face.

“I, Atashi (a regular listener of the late-night counseling program), have seen many people like you, Director! People who think of gifts from others as mere tokens of affection! Directors who accept luxury goods without any hesitation and then turn a blind eye to them!”

“The subject changed to me. Was that intentional?”

“The director who hides his face!”

“You did it on purpose.”

Seongpil had a hard time explaining to the members the atmosphere he felt when he was with Tatsuya.

If the members were there, they would have known that it was truly a sign of friendship.

So I decided to just quit.

“When you guys return to Korea, you have to prepare for the concert right away, right? You’ll have meetings with CEO Jo Jin-man quite often. Things like the stage concept you want to do for the concert… … .”

Even as Sungpil explained, the members were half-listening. When he finished explaining and asked, “Any questions?”, Jo Ara raised her hand.

“Yeah, Ara.”

“Are you going to Seiko today?”

“Ms. Seiko.”

“Should we go to Seiko?”

“……okay.”

“Looking at you sir… … .”

Joara glanced over Seongpil’s body again.

“Do you have a heart…?”

“I don’t really want to talk about that.”

“Director.”

Baek Seol-ha came forward as a representative.

Even as she opened her mouth, she seemed unsure whether it was okay to say this.

Still, he said.

“Senior Seiko, of course it wasn’t her fault, but what happened… … .”

Seeing that Seongpil’s expression did not change positively, Baekseolha’s resolve became stronger.

“Do you know who you are to us… … ?”

embrace.

Why don’t you know?

To put it bluntly, the Girls’ League hates Seiko.

For example, how would a child feel if his or her parents risked their lives for someone they barely knew?

Because of that guy, I was in a coma for a week, in the hospital for a whole month, and had to wear a cast for a similar amount of time.

“Okay then.”

Seongpil was grateful that he was such a meaningful person to the Girls’ League.

I was happy because it felt like I was seeing the relationship we had so far in person.

“But as I said before, I don’t really want to talk about this. Out of respect for Seiko-san’s feelings. I don’t want to talk about it in front of everyone.”

To Sungpil, the members looked like children who were against their new mother coming in.

If we imagine it further, it seems like she might run away from home screaming, ‘I don’t need a new mom!’

The members’ eyes were never kind.

“Then please tell me this.”

Snow White did not back down.

“We may be excited, and if we really go there nothing will happen, but if. by any chance, if Seiko-senpai conveys her feelings… … .”

Will you accept it?

* * *

“It’s done!”

Seiko placed the food on a plate and plated it carefully.

I glanced at the iTube lecture videos from time to time and watched the steam rising from the food with anxiety.

If you leave it outside for too long, it will cool down.

‘Hey, isn’t this pretty?’

good.

He moved the plate to the table and placed a silver cover over it to keep it from cooling.

Now I’ve put everything I need on the table.

Seiko was momentarily proud, but then she looked at her hands, soaked in water and oil, and was startled.

‘I have to wash!’

I washed my hands thoroughly with soap and went into the dressing room.

And with the help of Misato and Himura, I picked up the clothes I had coordinated.

It was an evening dress in a soft pink hue. She put it on hastily, checking the time.

‘Does it suit you? Does it suit you?’

Seiko touched various parts of her clothes for no reason.

I smoothed out the wrinkles on my shoulder puffs and held them up to the light to check for any dirty spots.

Seiko couldn’t tell if she was okay, so she trusted Misato and Himura.

‘Seiko-chan really looks like an angel! Mermaid line is the answer!’

Misato said so.

‘Seiko, psychologically, pink is associated with love and romance. It is a color that shows hope for the future and intuitive energy… … .’

Himura said a lot of things, but now I can’t remember much of it.

Then I noticed what looked like a scratch inside the mirror. It was so ugly that it was immediately noticeable: the scar on Seiko’s arm.

The sleeves that reached down to her wrists were slightly pulled up, revealing a line of self-harm marks she had made in the past.

“… … It’s okay. Misato said it was okay.”

Seiko pulled her sleeves down to the limit, checked her appearance one last time, and came out of the dressing room.

She had been predicting from the beginning what Sungpil would see.

‘First, the front door.’

From the entrance, soft orange lighting is on. As you walk down the hallway following the lighting and enter the living room, you are greeted by warm air.

A sight that is neither too bright nor too dark.

And as you come further inside, you will be seated at a table. In the center of the table is a luxurious candle holder.

‘Director Paku is sitting here… … .’

Face to face with Seiko.

Seiko froze for a while in the seat where Seongpil was sitting.

The scent of the incense that had been lit in the living room a few days ago tickled Seiko’s nose.

What kind of scent is this… … .

Then I got a call from the management office.

“Oh, yes. That’s right. Let me in.”

Seongpil will be here in a few minutes.

Seiko had to go out to the front door soon, but she insisted on sitting on the sofa to find some stability.

How long has it been since I’ve been tapping my knees with my fingers? Ten years can’t be that long.

The doorbell rang.

Seiko took a deep breath and headed to the front door. She stood there blankly for a while.

The doorbell rang again.

Seiko stretched out her trembling hand and opened the door.

“hello.”

There is Seongpil.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Paku. Are you here?”

Seiko’s hands moved on their own to straighten her clothes or fix her bangs.

It’s a behavior that shows you’re anxious.

Seiko couldn’t stop even though she knew it was a shameful thing to do. She couldn’t calm down unless she did.

Even at this moment of facing Seongpil, he didn’t have the ability to endure without getting his appearance in order.

“I guess I don’t know.”

But that worry disappeared in an instant.

“You are pretty.”

Just a word, a compliment.

With that, Seiko felt like she had everything in the world. Waves of joy were flowing through her veins and breaking through her skin.

The corners of his mouth loosened on their own.

I’ll look like an idiot.

“Of course I’m pretty.”

I don’t have the courage to accept compliments at face value, so I try to make myself look strong.

Although I am still a hedgehog with a full body, the happiness blooming in my rusty heart is real.

True happiness gently melted the wall Seiko had built against the world.

“Director Paku is also cool.”

In fact, Seiko didn’t have the presence of mind to see what Seongpil looked like.

Seiko was thrilled just by the fact that he was here. Even if he had come naked, she would have felt the same way.

“Come in.”

“excuse me.”

Seiko took the lead.

Seongpil follows behind. I can’t calm down because of that thought.

My heart is so loud.

At this point, there’s no need for drums or anything like that.

“Sit over there.”

Seiko arrogantly showed Sungpil where to sit. Sungpil sat down, barely holding back his laughter.

Seiko sat down across from him, and instead of Seongpil, she looked at the table.

“ah.”

Seiko sat up again as soon as she sat down, stretched her upper body forward, and opened the cover in front of Seongpil.

“It really is grilled salmon.”

“Did you expect something else? I said grilled salmon.”

“It had a silver lid that you would only see at restaurants. I thought it might contain something like steak.”

“Should I have made it steak?”

“I like grilled salmon.”

“You never said you liked me.”

“I just did it.”

Seiko didn’t even know what she was saying. She just spoke out of instinct.

His hair is pure white.

Seongpil laughed.

“Why are you laughing… … ?”

Is there something strange?

The happiness that had filled me up in an instant as if I was being pumped up disappeared at a similar speed.

Now all kinds of anxious thoughts were filling Seiko’s head.

“No, I find it funny to see wooden chopsticks. The table looks very luxurious. There are plates and candle holders, but it’s funny to see a single wooden chopstick placed there.”

“……iced coffee.”

What else did I say?

I see

“Listen.”

“Yes, I will enjoy the meal.”

Seiko didn’t even see Seongpil put the food in his mouth.

Instead, he was busy putting food in his mouth.

I’m not looking at it on purpose.

I’m worried that he might frown, chew slower, or make an ambiguous expression…

“It’s delicious.”

All my worries flew away.

Seiko raised her head and looked at Seongpil. He moved his chopsticks and mouth as if it was really delicious.

“Do you usually cook for yourself?”

No, I use a handmade lunchbox company. A company that delivers directly to your home whenever you want.

But Himura told me not to say that.

“Of course. I’m confident in that dish.”

“Well, you must have lived alone for a long time. You’re amazing.”

“Just tell me what you want to eat! I’ll make your eyes roll!”

“As expected, it’s the Queen of Songs.”

“This has nothing to do with it.”

Yeah, it’s delicious.

It makes me feel delicious.

Cooking can be so much fun.

‘Cooking, eating… … .’

Seiko carefully savored the taste of salmon spreading in her mouth.

There is still no fishy smell, so I’m not sure if something went wrong during the cooking process.

But it’s still very delicious.

‘Eating is such a happy thing… … .’

For nearly three years, Seiko had not eaten proper food because she thought she was not a proper person to eat such things.

If you covet what you deserve, you may be punished.

I had driven myself into hell with such strange thoughts.

‘delicious…….’

But it’s okay now.

I will eat as much as I want.

I will be very happy.

Because I am a human being who deserves to be loved.

When someone says they’re willing to risk their life for you, that’s definitely what it means.

“Do you know that?”

Seongpil said.

“In Korean, life (jinsei) is pronounced as ‘life.’ Its pronunciation is similar to the word for person (hito).”

“That’s amazing.”

“I guess that’s because living is about meeting people. And enjoying life is also about meeting people. What do you think, Seiko? ‘Life’.”

“… … .”

Seiko put down her chopsticks and looked at Seongpil. She couldn’t tell, but his eyes seemed to be filled with warm emotions, like dew.

“Okay. I’m glad you’re alive.”

Seongpil answered with a smile instead of words.

I’m glad to be alive, no.

Seiko is grateful to be alive.

I can’t help but feel grateful to the heavens for giving me this moment.

‘Words that only appear in cheap romance novels.’

The world is all pink.

It seems like the sun rises even at night.

Happiness flows through your whole body.

Seiko didn’t believe such words. Instead, she blamed the lack of creativity among today’s novelists.

‘But, that wasn’t the case.’

Love was something that could only be expressed in such childish words.

It must be an emotion that can only be expressed directly, openly, and glaringly.

It’s not that they lack creativity, but rather that these are sentences that most accurately express the feeling of love.

‘I wish this moment could last a lifetime… ‘

If humans can be so happy, why do they kill others, wage war, and hate others?

A life that is not enough to love… … .

“excuse me.”

As the conversation flowed smoothly and the plates began to empty, Seiko called out to Seongpil.

There was impatience in her tone, but there was also a hint of anticipation that gave way to confidence.

“good…….”

My heart started pounding again.

Seiko’s eyes burned hotly. They were so hot that she thought they might pop out.

Seiko said, feeling the blood rushing through her body.

“Good, we have wine.”

Said.

Misato and Himura said that it was the most metaphorical and powerful approach a woman could take.

It’s a line that any man can’t help but understand.

Seiko said that line.

“hmm.”

Seongpil dabbed his mouth with a napkin and answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“Bring me the tea.”

Ugh.

Every breath I took turned into the north wind of Siberia. My blood, which was boiling as if it would evaporate, cooled down in an instant.

Seiko, who was as stiff as a child left outside in the winter for hours, was surprisingly calm even to herself.

“is it so.”

The acting wasn’t useless.

Seiko smiled leisurely.

“‘i love you’.”

I spoke in Korean, which I learned about three weeks ago.

And then she realized.

The fact that the pronunciation of ‘love’ resembles ‘life’ and ‘people’.

Perhaps, it is because love is the reason people live.

“I love you, Paku Isa.”