You Promised Me, Mr. Lee San-ha - Chapter 102



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Episode 102 False Idols (5)

ATP CEO Park An-taek said in a loud voice.

“Oh, really. If that’s true… … . I should drop the charges. Of course.”

A very proud boast.

I nodded.

I got some of the answers I wanted, but not all of them yet.

There is one more prerequisite to enforce the performance of the promise.

“Even if it is defamation by stating facts?”

Defamation by factual statement.

This is an item that has been abolished in most UN member countries.

However, in Korea, the scope of defamation is so broad that even telling the ‘truth’ can be considered defamation.

A situation where civil and criminal liability can be imposed based on this.

If Park An-taek does not accept this final condition, everything will go down the drain.

Finally he opened his mouth.

“No! How can defamation be established by stating facts when it is not true?”

He subtly changes the subject.

It was difficult to keep a promise in this way.

I asked a rather provocative question.

“If there is no such thing as a squeak, isn’t this a question that can be answered immediately? If there is no such thing as a squeak.”

“You are speaking in a rather unpleasant manner. It is not worth answering―”

“It’s so suspicious that you’re beating around the bush. I’m going to drop the lawsuit for spreading false information, but I’m going to proceed with the lawsuit for defamation based on the facts. Is that what you mean?”

“Hey! What TLT team are you on?! What are you trying to do, you punk… …!”

At that moment, the sound of camera shutters echoes from all directions.

Click! Click! Click!

I glared at Park An-taek with a frown between my eyebrows.

It’s unforgivable that he caused trouble to our company… … but his biggest mistake was what he did to the members of True Beast.

Anabolic steroids are hormone-regulating drugs.

Hormones are substances that have a huge impact on the entire body even if just one millionth of a gram is present.

Even a single injection can result in permanent disability.

In fact, because of that, Jeong Jae-yeon of True Beast collapsed from acute myocardial infarction.

It is said that ‘I was at the crossroads of life and death because of drugs.’

Other members are also suffering from similar side effects.

Park An-taek must pay the price for misleading young children who lack judgment and taking advantage of them.

“You sent a long text to our manager, didn’t you? I’ll read it to you briefly. ‘Our only source of income is True Beast—’”

“for a moment!”

Park An-taek shouted.

“Stop, let’s stop. Since it’s not true in the first place, there’s no reason to sue. Even if it were true, isn’t it an issue that shouldn’t be sued? There’s no point in discussing it. We’re truly innocent.”

Well, it wasn’t the answer I ultimately wanted… … but at least I got this answer, so that’s good.

Park An-taek (CEO of ATP Entertainment): If the drug use is true, we promise to withdraw the lawsuit for spreading false information.

Park An-taek (CEO of ATP Entertainment): Even if the drug use is true, we promise not to file any additional lawsuits.

The first promise was fulfilled.

There was no need to keep the second promise.

Because the reporters who came here were soon to become witnesses.

* * *

I just updated the article I had written in advance.

As it was uploaded quickly, it naturally got the most views.

By attaching the evidence photo sent by Egg Girl, we were able to gain an overwhelming number of views.

“Phew, this time it was a bit tricky.”

If I had missed the showcase timing, things would have been a hassle.

The moment I left Yongsan Station, my tired body dragged along.

Squeak!

A car came up next to me and stopped.

“I’ll explain later! Just get on!”

It was Team Leader Yoon Yeo-gam.

Are you going to give me a lift home from work?

I walked towards the passenger seat.

At that moment.

“… … Huh? Director?!”

The director is sitting in the passenger seat.

Originally, it was a reporter’s rule not to address the director as “nim”, but now it was so sudden that I ended up addressing him as “nim”.

The director said with a hearty laugh.

“It’s been a while. I haven’t seen you much, always making excuses about being busy… … I felt like we absolutely had to meet and talk today.”

“Oh my, I was just doing what I had to do.”

“It wasn’t something just anyone could do.”

That’s right.

I was just trying to be humble.

Of course, being too humble is also rude, so from here on out, I will respond with an appropriate smile.

The director continued speaking.

“… …Thank you. You saved TLT from danger.”

When I hear the director’s words, it feels very real.

At first, it felt like just a trivial incident that happened and was quickly resolved.

But, since the director himself said thank you, it had a different meaning.

Just then, a car stopped in front of a large bar.

I asked in a bewildered tone.

“… … Weren’t you supposed to drop me off at my house?”

The director laughed heartily.

“The hero is back, how can I just send him home? I’ve rented out an entire bar today, so let’s drink until our noses are twisted! Hahahaha!”

I tried to run away, but it was no use.

Already, numerous hands were reaching out to open the backseat doors.

The seniors’ hands grabbed my hair, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, neck, chest, waist, arms, legs, everywhere.

“let’s go.”

“Let’s go. Come with us.”

“Come this way. This way… … ”

It’s scary. Are human hands this creepy?

“Stop! Where are you touching?! Where are you touching!”

I struggled, but it was no use.

I was dragged out of the car by numerous hands.

Red carpets, carriages, garlands, and even firecrackers.

The performances that were shown every time an exclusive or scoop was made began to pour out in a comprehensive mix version.

The senior employees lined up next to the car knelt down and started shouting.

“The Savior is coming!”

“He is God!”

“Just as I have met you and received forgiveness for my sins, please have mercy on me and let me sit at your right hand… … .”

“Almighty Isan, protect me with your eternal light. Guide me with your holy wisdom. Guide my soul with your divine light, even when my path is covered with darkness.”

People passing by the store all start to look around to see what’s going on.

Right then.

“Please don’t get off yet.”

People wearing white robes line up with Yun Yeo-gam’s brainwashing.

Now that all the fun and wit is gone, all that’s left is the annoyance.

Soon, the chorus began with Yun Yeo-gam’s gesture.

“Freude, schoner Gotterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium!”

Ode to Joy. Beethoven’s 9th Symphony.

The song continued even as I covered my face with both hands.

“Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligthum!”

After the song ended, the seniors started shooting champagne.

Boom! Boom!

My body gets wet.

The alcohol evaporates.

The wind is cold.

“It’s cold, it’s cold! It’s cold!”

But they didn’t listen.

“Feed me 5 billion won worth!”

“Mom! Here, give me some Dom Perignon rolled up in Dom Perignon!”

“Don’t shoot! Just shoot!”

It appears that all of TLT’s employees were present at this unprecedented drinking party.

‘If you’re going to waste this much money, why don’t you just pay the lawsuit costs…?’

Regardless of my questions, the drinking party continued for hours.

I drank so much that I didn’t even realize how many hours had actually passed.

‘I’m dying.’

Each and every employee keeps coming to me and offering me drinks.

Blink-

When I came to my senses, I was standing somewhere in an alley.

“… … Where am I? Who am I?”

Next to him, Hong Jeong-hwa is walking with his arm around his shoulder.

“I’ll say it again for the 12th time. You’re on your way home, and you’re Isanha. Do you understand now?”

“Hmm. Thanks. But you don’t have to help me. I, I can go by myself. Like a rhinoceros horn.”

“How scary is the world these days that you send a drunk boy home alone?”

“That’s… … I see. Yes.”

Consciousness is scattered again.

Blink-

When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the bed in my studio apartment.

It felt as if I had teleported.

The soft bed scatters my consciousness.

Sarak-

Something like long hair tickles my face.

“Are you awake? I’m sorry.”

There is no voice.

My body feels heavy.

I couldn’t do anything, as if I was being held in place by scissors.

“I’ll just stay here for a bit and then go… … . I’m tired too.”

I couldn’t answer anything.

A faint scent of roses tickles my nose.

My consciousness became clouded like that.

Blink-

When I opened my eyes, I was alone in bed.

‘Oh, I think someone came… … .’

The dawn sunlight is slowly coming in through the window.

A faint scent of roses wafting through the room.

The warmth that still lingers in my arms.

All the senses are entangled and the sense of reality is blurred.

In a state of dizziness where it felt like the whole world was spinning.

‘I need to sleep a little more.’

I close my eyes again.

* * *

“Ugh… … My head.”

I feel like I’ve lost out so much that I’m having this much of a headache even though I didn’t force anyone to keep their promise.

While looking at the spinning ceiling.

Tiring!

The cell phone rang.

I felt around to see where the sound came from and checked the message.

This is the entire email sent by Senior Sim Yeong-seop.

Title: I’m really sorry ㅠㅠ I just heard the news, oh my ㅠㅠ

From: gojarani_sub

text:

I came to Jakarta on a vacation, and my phone, wallet, passport, etc. were all stolen at the airport.

I’m barely able to write this email with the help of local residents.

I had the ATP incident evidence at home, but I forgot to upload the pictures when I was writing the article;;;

I heard you had a lot of trouble all weekend… … I’m truly sorry for causing trouble unintentionally.

PS: I’m really sorry, especially to reporter Lee San-ha, who wrapped up this case so well ㅠ If I come back alive, I’ll buy you a drink ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

‘As expected.’

Reporter Sim Yeong-seop did not act without basis.

But I guess I’ll have to write the reply later.

Because I felt like I would vomit if I read even one more letter.

But the notifications on my phone show no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Break it!

A message appears on the screen that I have been looking at with difficulty.

[Kim Tae-kyung: You promised, didn’t you, Mr. Lee San-ha?]

Kim Tae-kyung. This guy is like a leech.

‘That’s right. I promised this guy last time.’

I want to ask you to be a little more lenient today, but… … I made a promise, so how can I break it?

I have to use my annual leave again today, so I can’t take it or leave it.

“Ugh.”

First of all, let’s do something about this hangover.

* * *

Same time, somewhere in Seoul.

A girl was sitting in a small room.

In the room where the blackout curtains are drawn, only one dim indirect light is on.

The wallpaper was torn in places.

Marks that look like things that were stuck together were roughly pulled off.

The girl said, sticking a new picture on the wall above the desk.

“Maybe I… … have been waiting for you my whole life.”

Large bromide size photo.

The photo was taken from far away and appeared to be extremely enlarged, so there were a lot of broken pixels.

She looks at the photo with very wistful eyes.

“You looked me in the eye and told me your true feelings. You asked me about my dreams. No one has ever done that before.”

She said, rubbing her cheek against the photo.

“So… … from now on, you will be my ‘dream’.”

The photo the girl had pinned to the wall showed the profile of a man.

A man receiving a shower of champagne and sparklers in front of a bar.

And, there is a business card attached underneath the photo.

[TLT Times Reporter Lee San-ha]

… … A suspicious, secret, and new obsession of a private student began.