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Epilogue: Episode 4

As I went down the road, I found a big road. I felt more at a loss due to the wide
open field of view ahead of the road. He turned his head, scratching his head.
There I saw two people sitting down on a bench, as if they were falling down on a
bench. The hand on the head lost strength and fell down.

A woman with her long hair hanging behind the bench sat with her head tilted back,
and next to her lay a man taking up all the space left on the bench. I think the
man's legs were on the left side of the woman and his body on the right side. A
woman was sitting in the middle of the man lying down.

For a moment, my whole body froze as if I were covered in cold water. The accident
seemed to have stopped. It was more appropriate to stop. I know that whatever you
think now is not a good idea.

He put on his hat and moved on. I walked with all my might. My steps stopped in
front of the bench. The eyes of the woman looking up at the sky with her head
tilted back move slowly toward Sunjae. When we meet eyes, it grows rounder.

"Huh? What, what? How can you be here?"

Im Sol, who stood up straight, looked around. No matter how much I surrounded him,
it seemed like he came alone, but I wondered what Sunjae came to this remote Gamja-
dong.

"Do you know you left this behind?"

Im Sol looks surprised when she puts out her cell phone that she has been holding
in her hand.

"I knew it, but I couldn't get it. What? You came all the way here because of this?
What's your job?"

"It's over, so I'm here."

In contrast to Im Sol, whose voice was raised in surprise, Sunjae's voice was only
calm. Im Sol, who noticed Sunjae's energy, which was turned off at a low cost,
blinked and held his hand.

"Were you worried?"

"Who's next to you?"

Sunjae's eyes are directed at the man lying down like a bowling side that fell off
the ball. As Im Sol slipped off the blue jacket that was covered over her face, an
acquaintance was sleeping.

"...EUNCHAN?"

"He drank alone in a hurry and got drunk."

"Was the person you were with Eunchan?"

"Yes. He came to the office today."

"Then you didn't carry me on your back... Did you carry him on your back?"
Im Sol nods her head.

'I was so drunk that I carried him on my back.'

When I think about the president's words again, I think I pointed it out too much.

"Oh..."

Im Sol, who was sitting on the bench, looked up at Sunjae, who lowered his head and
touched the end of his eyebrows.

"Sunjae?"

The hem of Seonjae's coat is held by Im Sol's finger and shakes slightly. WSun-jae
lowered his gaze with his hand at the end of his eyebrows. I can see Im Sol looking
at me. I felt somewhat uneasy. I get angry when I think about the moment I ran
around worrying, but my heart softened when I saw the lover in front of me. Which
rhythm should I follow? I think the rhythm is a bit of a mess.

"Let's go. I'll carry Eunchan on my back."

When Kwon Eun-chan's body comes up as it is when he grabs the weight. He carried
Kwon Eun-chan on his back with a blue jacket in one hand. Im Sol, who quickly got
up from the bench and packed Kwon Eun-chan's bag, goes out to the road. Then he
waved his hand hastily to catch a taxi. Im Sol, who was looking at a taxi that was
slowing down after finding a customer at the bay, glanced up and saw Sunjae.

"Are you angry, Sunjae?"

In the meantime, the taxi stopped. Sunjae, who took a step, speaks quietly without
looking at Im Sol.

"I don't know, either."

Im Sol, who was holding the back door of the taxi, rolled up his lips while looking
at Seonjae pushing Kwon Eun-chan's body into the back seat. I felt a little cold
from Sunjae, who said he didn't know.

* * * * *

"You should clean up the cups on your own, really own."

The table after the meeting is like a battlefield. There are many small chewed
paper cups, teacups with tea left intact, doodled paper, and wrapping paper from
which tea bags were taken out. While moving the cups one by one on the tray, I felt
the vibration and took out my cell phone.

[Producer, are you really not going to get introduced to men?]

This is Yoon Jong-woo, who works in the broadcasting station's props room. I told
him I had a lover, but he sent me this kind of message a few months ago when I was
about to forget. You don't understand what I'm saying?
[How many times do I have to tell you that I have a boyfriend?]

If I could, I wanted to send only one letter, but social life was not like that, so
I even typed in a crying face that I didn't mean.

[Producer, isn't it your boyfriend phantom?]

[You've been saying that you have a boyfriend since last year, but why hasn't
anyone seen you? You thought I didn't know you didn't want to be introduced?]

[He's the real fan-participating guy, but he just wants to meet him once.]

"Sigh..."

I let out a sigh. I think I'm exhausted just by looking at the message. I sent a
few roughly embarrassed emoticons and said, "See you next time."

"What do you mean a phantom?"

For some reason, I felt that the word itself had nothing in it, and I laughed
dejectedly. It's a big deal when Sunjae hears all the phantoms.

When Yoon Jong-woo came out of the chat room, an unconfirmed message hung on
Sunjae's name.

[Yes, did you eat?]

I checked the time when Sunjae's message came in. It was half an hour before the
meeting. It's almost time to get off work. Are you asking if I had lunch? I put my
arm on the chair in the conference room and wrote down my reply.

[Of course, I did.]

[I went there with Inhyuk. I.N's knife soup collection.]

[The radish kimchi got bigger...]

It's been weeks since I met Sunjae. He went abroad for the performance, but due to
the time difference, it was time to sleep if I exchanged a few messages with him.
When I fell asleep while waiting for Sunjae's call, I would check the missed call
that came in the next morning. When I sent a message saying, "Sorry, I couldn't get
it because I was sleeping," a few hours later, the answer came back, "No, I just
wanted to hear your voice."

I looked at my cell phone that didn't ring and put it in my pocket.

* * * * *

After the shoot, the after-party continued. I was so tired that I wanted to go in
first, but I had a corporate card. It was also an indispensable atmosphere
regardless of the card. Shim Won-jun eagerly flipped the meat on the grill, and I
went around checking the table. Anyway, it was harder and harder than the scene.

"Huh? Producer Im! Here! Here!"

When I went to call someone waving his hand, I found out that it was Yoon Jong-woo.

"He's been running all the time. Sit here and have some."

"Yes, sir. Here are your chopsticks."

The people sitting at the table quickly make room for me. That's why I couldn't
refuse and sat down. I tried to get up after eating a few pieces of meat and
exchanging drinks a few times, but Yoon Jong-woo caught me off guard.

"No, I'm really curious. Are you really dating anyone?"

Yoon Jong-woo asked, pulling his upper body forward. I narrowed my forehead with a
glass of wine.

"If you're going to talk about it again, I'm going to get up."

"No! Don't go! I'm asking this seriously."

"I'm answering seriously, too. Why don't you believe me?"

"It's because no one has seen you even though you've seen each other for a long
time. Speaking of which, let's take a look at your boyfriend's picture. Huh?"

"I don't have any pictures."

"You don't have any pictures of him? But don't most people carry around a picture
of their lover?"

"Well, what's that one? These days, there are hundreds of albums."

Other staff will help you around. Then, the person sitting next to me suddenly
takes my cell phone upside down on the table. I thought my eyes were popping out.
You won't be able to open it because it's locked anyway, but I was offended by the
rude behavior. I snatched my cell phone and put it in my pocket.

"The background screen is basic, too."

I felt as if I had eaten a few pieces of meat. Yoon Jong-woo immediately puts his
arm on the shoulder of the staff next to me and introduces me.

"Park Gunwoo, you know that, right?"

I nodded. It was a staff member who often handed over canned drinks he had in his
hand when he encountered them while passing by. Park Gun-woo hits Yoon Jong-woo
with his elbow and says, "Don't do it." However, Yoon Jong-woo continued without
hesitation.

"He says he likes the producer."

For a moment, I was flustered and couldn't even say, "What?" Park Kun-woo hurriedly
covered Yoon Jong-woo's mouth, but it was already after he said an important line.
"But he said that he had heard of a man who had only met the producer, and that he
would give up his mind. It's such a waste. Maybe not."

The atmosphere began to stir, and it quickly became a place to throw a stick of
love. Park Kun-woo stopped people with a puzzled look on his face. It was the same
with me too. Regardless, people encourage Park Gun-woo and me to do well. I just
said that I was dating someone. Did you all listen to me?

Now, people other than Yoon Jong-woo start asking questions. I heard that your
lover is busy, so you can't meet him well, but at this time, he is drunk and
laughs, saying, "Why don't we just break up and meet Geon-woo?"

I'm the only one who feels uncomfortable and awkward in this atmosphere. When I
looked at the people smiling with expressionless faces without even an awkward
smile, the stick that had risen like a revival broke, and the person sitting in the
diagonal turns his attention by shouting, "Here, auntie!" That's how the atmosphere
was aroused. Everyone began to talk about something else.

Yoon Jong-woo went out, saying he was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, and Park
Gun-woo went out to smoke after saying, "Never mind."

"Oh..."

As I returned to my seat helplessly in a miserable, broken shape, Shim Won-joon,

who was flipping the meat with tongs, looks at my face.

"Have you drunk a lot?"

"No, I didn't drink much, but I'd like to..."

Looking around the table, Shim Won-joon picks up the soju bottle next to him and
pours it into my glass.

"What's the matter? You suddenly look very tired."

I put the cup in my mouth and lightly handed it over to my throat. The pungent
aroma of alcohol spread through my mouth.

At first, I thought it was a question that was asked without being curious. There
are people who do household chores without thinking. However, the questions became
uncomfortable at some point. I thought the answer I could do was always the same,
but I kept hearing the same question over and over again.

"I don't know. They keep asking me if my boyfriend is a phantom, and if I was just
figurative. They're interested in other people's relationships..."

I stared at the empty cup. The table is seen through a transparent glass. When I
saw such transparent things, I always thought of Sunjae. I always thought Sunjae
was a person who showed everything, and I could see everything. These days, there
have often been times when I felt that such Sunjae was not around me. Then he shook
his head. This is all because of Yoon Jong Woo! You evil creature!