Prosecutor Kang Jiho mentioned that something big would be resolved while Lajin was overseas. If his words were true, Kim Yujun wouldn’t have time to pay attention to a stylist.
“Only until the drama ends. If she bothers you before that, I’ll cut her off immediately.”
“I’ll do that.”
While promising that there would be no such thing, a sound of tapping on the car window was heard.
“Director, a call from the vice president.”
It was the dry voice of Director Hyun.
“I’ll take the call right away.”
“Yes, Director.”
With the answer, Director Hyun’s Inyoung disappeared like the wind.
“Lajin.”
“Yes.”
“I’d like to travel together if our hearts agree, but you don’t like that.”
“I’ll leave first.”
She had secretly worried about what would happen if he suggested going together. In times like this, fame wasn’t entirely bad.
As she was about to stand up with her bag, Kim Yujun grabbed Lajin’s arm.
“Instead.”
“?”
“When we arrive, let’s spend time together. I’ve booked fancy hotels in each country.”
With such intentions, he planned an overseas schedule. To think that Oh Jonghyuk and Taehyungshik had enjoyed the disappearing daily life without knowing about this terrible plan. Lajin’s shoulders slumped.
Should I contact the brand director right now and say I can’t go? Or should I wait until the boarding time and say I left my passport behind? Various ideas overwhelmed Lajin.
“So, even if we go separately, let’s be together once we’re there.”
He had wanted to tell her about this surprise for a while and endured it. A smile blossomed on Kim Yujun’s face as he spoke casually.
“Officially, the engagement hasn’t been broken yet. If you say that…”
The word “awkward” scattered at the end of Lajin’s lips.
“Decide where you want to go or what you want to buy.”
“No, I mean. Well, I…”
“I’ll take care of the rest.”
As his long fingers rolled up the ends of Lajin’s long hair, a feeling of nausea surged.
This nauseating wood scent, this damn Kim Yujun.
Lajin gritted her teeth, trying to reject him with all her sincerity.
“This is really…”
Knock, knock, the knocking sound came again.
“Vice President, the chairman is in a hurry.”
“Annoying. Really. Okay.”
When Kim Yujun irritably swept his hair back, Lajin forcefully opened the heavy car door. The wind blowing from the field and the grass scent inside were better than Kim Yujun’s expensive perfume.
“Ha, feels like I can live.”
Lajin, who got out of the car as if running away, stood on the ground. Trying to hide the unpleasant emotion, she lowered her head.
“Well, then, make the call.”
Lajin walked away, only looking ahead. Far away, Haeun and the bodyguard wandering around the cart caught her eye. Without hesitation, she waved to the bodyguard.
“Excuse me!”
“Yes?”
“Could you bring my luggage? To the check-in counter.”
She sent Myungjin, the bodyguard, back first. As she confirmed the man’s back, Lajin quickly grabbed Haeun’s hand.
“Haeun, give me my phone in your bag.”
Understanding Lajin’s intention, Haeun looked around anxiously.
“Kim Yujun is there too. Is it okay?”
If she went abroad like this, it would be inviting irreversible disaster.
If she couldn’t solve it alone, she had to ask Prosecutor Kang Jiho for help. Since she had someone she loved and decided to do everything together, there was nothing to fear or avoid.
“I have to discuss it with Mr. Jiho first.”
Whether it’s canceling the event, delaying the shooting schedule, or paying a hefty penalty. She could endure anything.
When Lajin was shaking with anxiety, the people who noticed her started to cheer.
“Sister, let’s take a picture!”
Seeing some people holding phones, Haeun quickly looked around.
“Even if you’re on a call, not here. Rather, over there.”
In a secluded place where people’s eyes couldn’t reach, Lajin pressed her face against the brown wall. Behind her, Haeun stood closely, guarding her.
“Unni, I’ll take care of it. Hurry and make the call.”
“Mm.”
Lajin, who had been staring at the pattern on the brown wall, let out a deep sigh. It was something she couldn’t endure and shouldn’t endure. Biting her lips, she firmly pressed Prosecutor Kang Jiho’s number.
After a few beeps, his warm voice flowed through.
[Are you at the airport?]“Mr. Jiho.”
No matter how composed she tried to be, Lajin’s voice trembled.
“I don’t know what to do. I just met Kim Yujun.”
[Is everything okay?]“No. Kim Yujun arrived and suggested we spend time together. Mr. Jiho, what should I do?”
She brought her boiling head to the cold wall. It felt like putting small ice fragments inside her clothes, causing shivers along her spine.
[Can you calmly listen to what I’m about to say?]Lajin slowly nodded, then let out a deep breath.
[I’d like to explain in detail, but I can’t… I love you.]Even in this situation, Lajin laughed. She liked the man who repeatedly said “I love you” instead of apologizing.
[Do you believe me?]“I believe you.”
[Handle the departure process without encountering Kim Yujun. Go as quickly as possible. And call me again after entering the departure area.]“Now?”
[Yes. As soon as possible. And call me once inside the departure area.]Emphasizing “quickly” once again, he urged her to hang up.
“Haeun, let’s go.”
“Is it okay for him to go too? Is it okay?”
“Yeah. So, quickly.”
Lajin grabbed Haeun’s hand and headed for the check-in counter. Fortunately, several bodyguards were guarding multiple pieces of luggage. The club member counter was less crowded than other places. The two quickly completed the departure process.
“Take care.”
Approaching the bodyguard with a bow, Lajin carefully spoke.
“What about the Vice President?”
“Oh, he’s coming.”
Before the bodyguard finished speaking, Kim Yujun’s figure appeared in their view. Startled, Lajin turned away without a word.
Why is the line for departure screening so long today? Her lips were so dry that it felt like a burning sensation rising fiercely. Unconsciously, Lajin bit her lips and glanced at Kim Yujun.
“May I have your passport and boarding pass, please?”
“Ha, yes. Here.”
After confirming her passport and boarding pass, Lajin slipped into the automatic door as if sliding.
Opening and closing repeatedly, the automatic door beyond.
“What did you say just now?”
It was clearly Director Hyeon’s voice. He was not someone who raised his voice unnecessarily, so what on earth was happening? Lajin, who had stopped in her tracks, hid her body against the automatic door’s boundary.
“Who said he’s banned from leaving the country?”
“Mr. Kim Yujun.”
“Who is the person in charge here?”
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