Busy as she was yesterday. When asked how she would handle it, Gyeon declared that she would take care of it herself, and when asked what she would do, she only said to wait and see.
Being a man who doesn’t hesitate to make impromptu decisions, it was a bit suspicious, but as a man who doesn’t speak empty words, Yoo In smiled teasingly, expecting him to do something.
Perhaps if she sees that message, she’ll know that the game has been stolen. Yoo In thought about the man’s reaction while staring out the window.
Not long after, the taxi carrying her arrived at Yoo Jin’s independent apartment.
“Why did it take so long?”
Having passed through strict triple security, Yoo In, with a solemn expression, greeted her sister with a fist bump at the entrance.
Seeing her sister, who seemed much more composed and calm than expected, compared to the voice she had heard, Yoo In felt an immense sense of relief internally. She responded quietly in the same manner.
“I said it would take an hour.”
“Why empty-handed? Didn’t you bring anything?”
“What?”
“I thought you’d buy something like white chocolate éclairs or vanilla kkwabeol to apologize.”
“…Just say what you want. You probably brought something.”
Yoo In, rolling her eyes in embarrassment, took off the cap that covered her face and went inside.
Following behind, Yoo Jin continued her unfinished reproach with an expression of disbelief.
“Your attitude is too arrogant, Nam Yoo In. Don’t you feel even a little sorry or guilty?”
As they entered the living room, a panoramic window overlooking the Han River and Banpo Bridge, refreshing and cool, provided a sense of openness.
Despite the bright morning sun, the soft chiffon curtains were drawn, and below the high-ceilinged living room, large scripts were scattered on a spacious sofa and a large glass table where at least ten people could sit.
Judging by the cool and pleasant air, Yoo Jin, who seemed to have difficulty tolerating even a slight warmth, seemed to have already turned on the air conditioner.
Yoo In casually glanced at the script-like booklets, pushed them aside, and comfortably leaned back.
“I’m really sorry. I came, didn’t I?”
Looking at her younger sister, who furrowed her eyebrows and grumbled, Yoo Jin’s gaze was far from pleased. Observing her like a scientist seeking answers, Yoo Jin asked in bewilderment.
“No. You don’t seem sorry right now. What’s going on?”
“I said I’m sorry. You, saying sorry like that, look like all your anger is gone. Are you feeling better now?”
Suddenly, Yoo Jin’s mouth slightly opened in confusion. Then, as if finding the answer to the question she had been studying, she widened her eyes and shouted.
“You! You looked just like Do Gi-yeon right now.”
“…What?”
While Yoo In smiled as if to say, “What are you talking about?”, Yoo Jin, who came with a serious intention, sat heavily on the sofa, causing it to tremble.
“Completely annoying, Nam Yoo In. Pretending to do everything for me, saying everything you can do, and saying that you’ve said and done everything, now telling me to stop. If you continue like this, you’ll make the other person look weird!”
“What are you talking about? I never did that. And Director Do is not such a petty person.”
“Well, um… Wow… Wow, me!”
Yoo Jin, who stood up with a frustrated scream, wandered around the sofa, unsure of what to do.
Her bewildering reaction, not expressing anger or asking questions, left Yoo In perplexed.
After standing dazed for a moment, she was about to get up to follow Yoo Jin, when suddenly, the phone placed on the sofa rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Yoo In’s cheeks involuntarily rose with charm.
“Hello?”
Yoo In, where are you?
“I just arrived at my sister’s place.”
Yoo In leaned halfway on the sofa backrest. The next moment, the low tones coming through the receiver were pleasantly languid to listen to, but oddly carried a hint of urgency.
Are you next to Nam Yoo Jin?
“No, she’s in the kitchen… Why?”
What is Nam Yoo Jin saying?
“When we talked on the phone at home, she seemed very excited, but now that she’s here, she’s not saying much. Instead, she’s complaining about why I didn’t bring something she likes.”
Something she likes?
“Yes. There’s a dessert shop near our house that she likes. Every time she visits, I used to buy it for her, but today she’s upset that I didn’t bring it.”
Did she say anything else?
At that moment, Yoo Jin, who had silently appeared, holding a gray mug, sat down with a sly look in her eyes.
Noticing Yoo Jin getting closer, perhaps to give her a hint, Yoo In quickly tried to cut her off.
“Director, I’ll contact you again later.”
Is Nam Yoo Jin there? Swap with her.
Unexpectedly, Yoo In looked at her sister. Yoo Jin’s expression, sipping from the cup, didn’t seem pleasant.
“What? About my sister?”
Yeah. Quickly.
A calm tone politely concluded the call.
It seemed like the reason for asking if she was next to her was this. Was this part of the solution he was showing? Yoo In, holding the phone with a mix of anxiety and bewilderment, slowly handed it to Yoo Jin.
“Sis, answer it.”
As she did, the face that looked even more like her, because it was her bare face, wrinkled. With a stern expression, Yoo Jin grabbed the phone and sternly spoke to the man on the other end.
“What is it?”
Yoo Jin only listened to the other person’s story without responding. Occasionally, she frowned or let out a forced laugh, but for the most part, she kept her mouth shut, not saying much.
Whether Yoo Jin would let go or not, Kyungho immediately said he would contact her anytime and hung up without further explanation.
With the disappearance of the voices, the spacious and luxurious living room was filled with an awkward silence for a while.
As their gazes diverged, aware only of each other’s breathing, a clink. The sound of a cup settling on glass was heard, followed by Yoo Jin’s voice.
“What’s the matter? We should talk about everything from the beginning.”
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