165 You Who Live within a Book 5 (1/2)
Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl
”What could you possibly get out of interviewing me?”
”Mr. Woo, I need you to be on the same page as me. You're a sensation with legs.”
”Maybe from afar, but I don't have much to offer up close.”
”No. You're an author of unlimited potential. I know it.”
”Thanks for saying that.”
”So, at least consider it,” Mideum said in a desperate tone as Juho contemplated the idea. ”This is a novel, so it's not like you're exposing yourself or anything, you know? If you're still not sure, do you want me to let you read the part you'd be in ahead of time?”
”I don't know…”
”I'll make it sound nice. Do you not trust me? My name isn't Mideum for no reason, you know!?”
(TL's Note: Mideum means trust in Korean)
Then, Juho thought of the articles he had read earlier. People were already ecstatic about the idea that there was a character modeled after him, and they waited desperately to read about the character in the book. That meant that his name would be attached to the character forever, no matter what Mideum made the character be like. In that case…
”Maybe it's not a terrible idea.”
”Really? Really!?” she asked with her voice filled with excitement. And in the end, Juho ended up giving in to Mideum's request. Besides, it seemed like it would be fun to be part of a novel.
”OK. I'll cooperate.”
Then, a loud cheer sounded from Juho's receiver. To get ahead of the interview, Juho told Mideum about his humble daily life. Without even a hobby, the only thing he did was write, whether at home or at school.
”Are you still interested?”
”Of course! Don't worry. Leave all the question to me. All you gotta do is sit back and relax.”
Mideum was already ecstatic.
”What day works best for you? Where do you wanna meet? I'll go to you.”
”Please be mindful that I'm a student. You said it would be an interview, right?”
”Actually, while we're at it, I'd like a little tour of your writing environment.”
”Are you planning on visiting me at my school? You most likely won't get past the front gate.”
”You know what, I'll settle for your studio. Where do you write?”
”At home.”
”Mind if I come over, then?”
Although Juho had never had another author over at his house, there was no reason to say no, and just like that, he agreed to be interviewed by Mideum, completely forgetting about his prior engagement with the club members to update them on the contest results.
As Juho woke up early the next morning, he got out of bed and opened the window in his room for ventilation. There was no drastic change from the day before, except for his desk, which was slightly more organized. After all, what Mideum wanted to see wasn't a tidily organized room. Then, Juho got ready to go out.
”Is that author coming over today?” his mother asked as he closed the door on his way out of the room.
”Yes. She won't be around for too long. It's not like there's a whole lot to see or anything.”
”All right. Did you clean your room? Do you want me to go in and clean it up a little?”
”No, thanks. It should be OK as is.”
Then, his mother nodded willingly. She didn't try to force herself into the life of her son, who had a social life while still being a student. She knew how to be respectful of her son as a student and a responsible adult in society, and Juho was grateful for having a mother like that.
”Bye.”
”Be safe now.”
”OK.”
With that, Juho left his house to meet with Mideum. When he looked up at the sky, he saw that it was covered in clouds, and the gusts of wind made the weather all the worse. Fortunately, bad weather wouldn't be enough to bring Mideum down.
As he walked toward the wind, the scent of freshly-baked bread in the air indicated to him that he was almost at the meeting spot, and when he looked up as he walked out of the alleyway, Mideum was standing in front of the subway station with her camera.
”That's one hefty-looking camera.”
”For our occasion, it's an essential,” Mideum said, shaking the camera that she was wearing around her neck. She seemed proud of herself that she had managed to remember to bring the camera with her, and she was just as bright as Juho had expected her to be.
”This is the perfect weather for an interview!”
Despite the wind blowing her hair all over, she paid no attention to it and looked around curiously.
”So, this is the neighborhood our man of the hour lives in. I love the smell of freshly-baked bread,” she said as she inhaled deeply.
”Where do you wanna go?” Juho asked.
”Obviously, it's your studio that I'm most interested in, but we'll save the best for later for now. Why don't we walk around the park for a little while?” Mideum said, looking at the park on the other side of the street.
”So, I've never been interviewed like this before. What do I do?” Juho asked as they stepped into the park, and Mideum answered as she fiddled about with her camera, ”Just… Whatever you feel like doing?”
”Sounds pretty lax for an interview.”
”This is my first time interviewing a fellow author, too. I'm sure we can figure it out as we go, as we always have.”
There was no way to predict when an author would come across inspiration. In Mideum's own words, they were ”figuring it out” as they went. With that, Juho went where his feet took him. It was a familiar route.
”I usually come here for my morning exercise.”
”You exercise? You don't say?”
”AKA, jogging.”
”Impressive.”
Then, she shared information about her gym membership, which was yet to be put to use.
”My covers feel so much warmer the day I decide to go to the gym.”
Juho couldn't agree with her more. The covers felt much warmer before having to get out of bed for morning exercises. The two authors had a casual conversation about their daily lives.
”Oh, there's a fountain show!”
As the two authors walked further into the park, the fountain at the center of the park came into their view, which was spraying water about in various patterns along with colorful beams of light shooting out of it. There were only a handful of people around the fountain.
”Ah, this is nice! Should we sit and watch for a few minutes?”
Then, the two headed toward the stair-like seating area around the fountain. Juho bought a couple of beverages from the vending machine and handed one over to Mideum.
”Do you come here often, too?”
”Yes. There's a botanical garden past the fountain.”
As streams of water shot up to the sky, people looked up at them simultaneously. Juho found himself being drawn more to the crowd than to the jets of water shooting out of the fountain, and he realized that Mideum was feeling the same way, except she was more interested in Juho being interested in the crowd.
”I can't tell if we're looking at the fountain or the people around it,” Juho murmured.
”Well, we're authors after all. What can you do?”
With that, Mideum picked up her camera, and it wasn't hard to figure out where she was pointing it at.
”Should I make a V with my fingers or something?”