Now emitting a familiar confidence, Sooyoung chuckled and said, “Can my friends meet you? I don’t like meeting strangers.”

“Kim Sooyoung. It feels like you’re having a misconception…”

With a serious expression and tone from Woojin, Sooyoung looked up at him with an expectant expression, wondering if he might say that he can meet his girlfriend’s friends.

As if knowing that Sooyoung was looking up, Woojin’s upper body leaned toward her.

Stopping almost as if his nose would touch, he spoke precisely from that position.

“It’s not that I don’t like meeting strangers; I just don’t like anyone other than you.”

“Ha…”

An involuntary sigh escaped Sooyoung’s mouth at the imposing statement, as if saying, “Don’t even expect it.”

Until Sooyoung finished warming up the lunchbox and setting the table, Woojin stared at the table with a melancholic expression.
Finally, when she sat across from him, Woojin grumbled.

“Why don’t you bring anything to eat, preventing reporters from coming just because you removed your cast? Are you too lazy now?”

“No, it’s just that I thought this lunchbox would be more nutritious than what I bring. I always eat things like tteokbokki, pizza, or chicken from a side dish store, but Representative Ahjussi buys things like steak and lobster for me, so it’s a bit awkward.”

“I find what you bring more delicious than steak or seafood.”

“Of course, it might taste better. It’s full of MSG. But we should also consider health. Just like moms don’t feed their babies snacks.”

“Kim Sooyoung.”

“Yes?”

“Clarify your identity. Are you going to be a mom or a girlfriend?”

Naturally, she was a girlfriend, but strangely, she didn’t want to throw away the mom mindset. Woojin, a boyfriend who even stimulates nonexistent maternal instincts…

“Why aren’t you answering? Is the question difficult?”

“No… Of course, I’m a girlfriend.”

“Then, bring some street food like a girlfriend. Don’t keep filling up on lunchboxes, worrying about nutrition like a mom.”

Even though it was the same street food, she didn’t understand the difference between what she brought and lunchboxes… While watching the big child making unnecessary complaints, Sooyoung silently clicked her tongue.

“Oh, by the way, do you know there’s a publishing event at the representative’s company?”

“I know.”

Woojin mumbled with food in his mouth. Sooyoung, placing sliced meat wrapped in perilla leaves on his rice, said:

“They’re doing it big at Quest Mall. They’re having a charity event too. What am I going to do there?”

“Serving?”

Knowing but pretending not to know, Woojin spoke.

“I’ll be reciting. In front of people.”

In her somewhat excited voice, Woojin smiled secretly and took a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

“I’m inviting Mom and friends. Then, do you know what I do?”

“…”

“…It would be nice if Mr. Sulwoo Jin came too.”

When Sooyoung cautiously asked, Woojin, cutting the steamed egg with a spoon, coldly replied:

“What did I say earlier?”

“Earlier? When did you say something earlier?”

“I think I said I hate everyone except you five minutes ago…”

“I’m so special that it could happen, but still, shouldn’t you meet other people? You also go out.”

“Don’t ask for anything else when I go out.”

“I’m reciting, you know?”

“I’ve already heard it all.”

As soon as Ji Hyun finished recording, she handed the file to Sooyoung, who stayed up all night listening to it.

Although she usually slept while listening to her recitation, for some reason, she listened to this recitation file until dawn without sleeping.

“Is listening to a recorded one the same as live…?”

“Listening to a recorded one is better. It’s edited. Live has a high chance of failure.”

“Do you want me to fail?”

But Woojin remained silent. Somehow, he seemed displeased from the moment she mentioned reciting at the publishing event. Did he get offended by some unnecessary jealousy?
He didn’t show it, but Woojin also wanted to attend the event. He wanted to attend and hear his girlfriend’s recitation in person.

As she said, there would be a distinct difference between the edited recording file and the live performance.

But…

Putting an empty chopstick that didn’t catch anything into his mouth, Woojin lowered his gaze.

At first, when Woojin told her to write ten pages a day, it felt exciting, like receiving private tutoring.

But now, it had become quite stressful.

“Clarify the genre. Is it a novel, a play, or an essay?”

At the colder feedback than usual, Sooyoung’s voice involuntarily shrank.

“Nov…el?”

“Don’t you know your own genre? It’s a novel, but why are there only dialogues?”

“If you look closely, there’s also a description.”

“There’s no description at all. Even web novels, if you just keep piling up dialogues, readers will get bored and dislike it.”

To Sooyoung, it seemed like only Woojin was getting bored, but she just listened silently to his words.

“And what’s with suddenly kissing while talking? Emotions should have consistency and continuity. Even if the author’s desires are poured into the writing, it only lowers the quality of the writing.”

“No, when the male lead talks, he suddenly feels drawn. Because the woman he loves is right in front of him. So, suddenly, bam! That’s what happens.”

“Huh… Then just write an adult novel.”

Kim Sooyoung seemed to know little about men. It wasn’t the time to feel drawn.

Just because she kept fantasizing about the ideal male figure, a festival of chicken-skin-inducing dialogues unfolded, and no matter how much she explained, it was frustrating because she couldn’t understand.

“Let’s practice with a short story for now.”

“Yes?”

“Write a complete plot within ten pages. Don’t just write whatever comes to mind.”

“Wow… How can a complete plot be contained within ten pages? I’m more of a long-form style.”

“Even in a long-form, each chapter should have a complete plot. Especially novels.”

But this disciple, who had an improper learning attitude, firmly said to the master’s words:

“It seems like our styles are a bit different. Each writer has their own style, right?”

“What’s your style?”

“I’m more of a brainstorming style. Not like Mr. Sulwoo Jin, who writes exactly according to the rigid synopsis.”

Then, Woojin’s pupils darkened as he looked at Sooyoung. As if her eyes were scary, Sooyoung stumbled for a moment.

“Why, why… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Then, how about trying to write a web novel instead of pure literature?”

“A web novel?”

“Yeah. Because the reader’s reaction comes faster with web novels, it can be more stimulating than me giving feedback like this. What do you think?”

From a lyrics assistant to a manager, a girlfriend, a voice actor, and now even a web novel writer… Until recently, she was unemployed, but now, Kim Sooyoung was becoming part of increasingly diverse professions.