Clues
Drunk By Wood Scent (2)
“Well, we thought a lot about Painter Song's painting because we liked it, but…. Artist Kim Ye-Chan is one of the people who participated in this exhibition. Painter Song, you know very well, right?”
"…I know."
When an opponent he doesn't dare approach appears, Young-Jin, who failed to become his student even after taking the third exam, is instantly discouraged. Sure oes. No matter how hard he tried, he would always be crushed in front of the artist name Kim Ye-Chan. Anyone with an interest in painting will know how different his work (Young-Jin) is from graffiti (Kim Ye-Chan).
“Artist Kim's work is the main feature of this exhibition. So I think you should understand…. You know how galleries work. You can't ask me to take down a painting of a veteran just to hang a painting of a new artist in the main hall. Artist Kim's name is very valuable.”
“I know it, but…. But my painting was hung in a small corner. Lighting doesn't fall well there…. I thought you'd put it in at least one of my paintings in the main exhibition hall. That's what my dad said. He said Director Cha will pay special attention to it.”
Ha, Dad.. Tendon appears near Ji-Won's temple. What a good and devoted son to his father. If not for her father who so often bothered her in so many different ways, her silly paintings would never have hung in Ji-Won's gallery. It took him two weeks to put his paintings up in the gallery. When his curator saw the paintings, he inevitably asked if they were drawn by his nephew in kindergarten. You're not good at art, but why should I be ashamed?
“If that was the case, I would walk proudly with a happy heart saying my nephew is a genius, but…. I'm an only child, so I don't have a nephew or anything like that.”
“So you're really going to hang these paintings? Are you serious?"
“I mean, the artist painted it with a lot of hope….Oh, man. I don't know what I should do. Anyway, the owner of the painting is Song Tae-Yoon.”'s son
When Ji-Won first sees Young-Jin's painting, she seriously thinks of closing the gallery's doors for a while under the pretext of renovation. If Emile Galle's vase wasn't brought in, he would most likely take action.
'Hey, I've thrown away my shame just to keep you company. This is a stain on the history of our gallery exhibition. If you're going to be proud of your own work, stop for today, OK? I'm not a person who likes to be used, okay? Even if it wasn't you, I'd already face difficulties. So stop that shit before I really lose my temper.'
Ji-Won sometimes has to try hard to calm down by taking a deep breath. Otherwise, his fierce inner thoughts would have arisen if he slightly lost focus.
“Of course I know that you have seen the layout, but the Painter Song paintings are very different to the works in Exhibition Hall 1. Since this is a themed exhibition, we must consider the overall atmosphere..”.
“Then you can make my painting as the main theme and match it with others. After all, there is still a long way to go before the exhibition.”
Ji-Won is determined to keep a kind and polite face, but this time, she can't help but change her expression. I think I've told you enough to understand, but you're still fighting with me? Although, Cha Ji-Won's temperament is not too loose, I can't stand it anymore.Ji-Won slowly hardens her mouth, staring at Young-Jin, who is struggling recklessly. If he continued to speak nonsense, he was determined to make it difficult to face the consequences and to pour words into it.
'You don't even know about art. What are you talking about? Do you want to ruin someone else's gallery? I also have a social status and reputation. You better know that everyone on this floor knows that you pay for a graduation certificate at the school that allows monkeys in if you give them money. Why should I put your painting in the main hall?'
Ji-Won, who has been staring at Young-Jin for a long time in silence, opens her mouth in a low voice.
"Painter's Song."
"…Yes.Yes."
"If you don't like the place I gave you for your painting, will we do it next time?"
"What?"
“The Autumn Exhibition is supposed to run with a feeling of calm, but Painter Song's painting is so colorful and vibrant that it honestly feels a little unusual. So I thought it would be nice to display it at the exhibition next spring. I will be able to think about the problem of the chair more casually.”
Young-Jin who feels Ji-Won's attitude suddenly changes avoids her gaze without noticing it and mutters in a low voice.
"Ah, it's too late."
Yeah, it's gonna be hard. Ji-Won knows that she is in a hurry for a career early next year to go to a local art college. Art Museum director Sorae called her in tears this morning. He heard that he sent 120 paintings there. He really did not have a conscience due to his lack of ability. What do you mean by sending 120 paintings to an art museum that mostly exhibits props?
“Do you want to think more? There is still time until the deadline, so I can pick it up if I want.”
"Oh no."
"Then I will assume that you have no further dispute."
"…Yes.Yes."
As soon as his car leaves the parking lot, Ji-Won who sees Young-Jin leaving while smiling loosens his tie and spits out words that harmoniously mix with the strong lane.
"It's good, sir."
Ji-Won nods lightly at the secretary who gives her a comforting look, and retrieves the car keys from the director's office. He could not sit down because the fever went inside.
"I'm home from work."
"Yes." Yeah."
Ji-Won looks around holding her hot breath, and enters the cafe she first noticed and orders the largest size americano ice. Then, as soon as the coffee came out, he opened the lid and inhaled a mouthful of ice. He bit the ice with a loud noise, and only then did he feel a little better after the ice shards descended into the esophagus.
After all, that was the rough end of the truth…. Then, there's only one thing to think about.
"I like you."
Last night's confession was an accident that almost became a disaster for Ji-Won. It was true that he felt a crisis at the appearance of King Yama, but he did not intend to give unprepared recognition while it was clear that he would not win. Ji-Won is not a reckless human being.
However, as soon as he saw Gaon's face smelling the scent of flowers, his mouth opened naturally as if he had been exposed to a confession herb. Ji-Won usually isn't too nervous but she's actually sweating back then. How should I fix it? Why am I doing this as if I have iron guts? What if I get kicked out of Jungcheon? No matter how much he turned his head, he could not think of anything. He could only wait with dry lips.
Surprisingly, Gaon doesn't even realize that Ji-Won's words are a confession. His entire body was drained by his words at once. However, Gaon just smiles at Ji-Won who is very surprised, and looks up at the sky for a moment and speaks casually with a normal face.
“I think the rain is slowly stopping, should we go back now?”
A fighter who is preparing for a long-term match and hoards his physical strength, feels like a pointless KO at the beginning of the first round. It's sad that Ji-Won wasn't given the chance to show his skills well, but even more amazing is that the opponent who knocked himself out with one punch doesn't even know why he lost.
He did not see me as a man. I don't think about that possibility. Ji-Won, who suffers secretly holding her head, calls only one person she can tell the whole story of this disastrous situation. He became very eager to drink, but if he drank alone without anyone stopping him on a day like this, he was afraid that he would be found dead tomorrow morning.
[Hmm, I'm working right now..….].
“Director Seo, let's have a drink. Come to my house."
[Huh? But it's not 4 yet. I'll see you at night. I will be there after work.]
"Come now. Don't you think there's a good reason why I offered to drink in broad daylight?”
There was a momentary silence, and then a busy moving voice sounded on the phone's handle. Hearing the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs, Dok-Yeom who thought Ji-Won's voice was unusual, seemed to move to a quiet place.
[What? You were so excited the day before yesterday. What's with your voice now? Why do you sound like everyone is dying all of a sudden? Have you ever had an accident?]
I had an accident.I was hit hard. It was also with a fist of one large size.
"Yes." Yeah."
[What accident did you have?…. No, wait! Is this an accident related to the CEO?]
“Haa.. yes.”.
[What? You crazy?! You didn't confess, did you?]
"You're a real ghost."
[What?!]
As she thinks Dok-Yeom jumped over the phone, Ji-Won chuckles at the picture. He thinks it's just a way to make a living for those in counseling to say that simply sharing your concerns with others makes your problem half-solved, but for the first time today he agreed with that.
“And I was ignored. Very clean.”
[Oh.].
“I never thought of the possibility that he would regard me as a man. He adored me as if he had just seen a puppy wagging its tail towards its owner.”
This is a perfect metaphor even though she denies it herself, Ji-Won is hurt inside. Dok-Yeom doesn't know what to say to Ji-Won, who suddenly shuts her mouth. He (Ji-Won) also doesn't start talking for a long time, so he has no choice but to open his mouth.
[Hmm. Just wait an hour. I will finish my job quickly and come.]
"Yes." Yeah."
[Don't drink alone before I come. Okay?]
"All right."
Ji-Won takes a sip of the rest of the cold coffee, and sighs as soon as the bottom is visible. He usually likes warm coffee, but his half-melted, tasteless coffee is amazingly edible.
***
“Oh, come on.. What's up with people lately. Why are there so many things you want to know? Is it because of me?”
Dok-Yeom, who hung up the phone and went to the studio, let out a long sigh when he found a young woman still wandering in front of the building. It is surprising that Ji-Won, who is so neat to the cold, will fall in love with women and cannot be sober. Headaches also take care of the former lead vocalist of the girl group who appears as ghosts.
The young female ghost, who clings to Roa and is about to enter the studio, runs away terrified once she sees Dok-Yeom. But cleverly, he never gets into Dok-Yeom's reach and wanders around the building. The girl looked very young, like a high school student. But the look in her eyes was strong and ferocious, even though she looked like a little girl. If he could not leave the world, it meant that something was holding him back.
"I'm sorry. I just got an emergency phone call.”
"Yes, right."
“So...., what do you say you want to sing?”
"《Memori Abadi》"
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