Chapter 96 (1/2)
Chapter 96. Intentional Misunderstanding
The light of the scorching sun knocked on Seol Jihu's eyes. With blurry eyes, he gazed at his tilted room. He closed his eyes and pulled the blanket up to his head, but now that his mind was awake, sleep didn't return so easily.
In the end, he let out a deep sigh and pushed his blanket aside. He dazedly smoked a cigarette by the window and headed straight to the bathroom. Once he doused himself with cold water, he finally felt alive.
He was drying his hair with a towel when – Tang! Tang! – he heard a knock on the door.
“…Who is it?”
—It's me.
That reply was just as out of the blue as the morning visit itself, but Seol Jihu could easily tell who it was.
'She's here again?'
He put on his clothes even as he tilted his head curiously.
“Hold on.”
Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera. That was the name of the car Kim Hannah brought with her.
Vruuua!
Seol Jihu glanced at the driver's seat as he listened to the deafening exhaust sound. Light persimmon-colored sungla.s.ses and a blue dress that matched her skin tone. She wasn't wearing her usual formal business attire, but it was easy to tell that she took great care in choosing her outfit.
“What are you looking at?”
Kim Hannah asked as she gently turned the steering wheel.
“Just curious.”
“Do you need to be suspicious of everything? I already told you~ We're just having fun today.”
Kim Hannah talked as if she was singing.
“As a protector, I have a duty to lighten up the mood of a depressed client in my care.”
You say that when you're the one who made me depressed? Seol Jihu was about to snap back at her but swallowed his words.
He was the one who made the decision to go, and he didn't want to be the type of person who would fault someone after buying stocks on a recommendation and losing money. So, he changed the subject.
“Don't you have work?”
“Taking care of you is my biggest work… is what I want to say, but don't you know?”
Kim Hannah's car came to a stop at a red light. She turned to the pa.s.senger seat with a grin.
“It's Sat.u.r.day today.”
“Even if it's a weekend-”
“Going to work on a weekend? I could go if I wanted, but no one is going to force me to. Sinyoung Pharmaceuticals has a strict 5-day work week, its employees only need to clock in by 10 a.m., and it has a set closing time of 6 p.m.”
Seol Jihu shook his head at a loss for words.
“Yeah? Well, it's great to know they wipe their employees' a.s.ses.”
“That's not something you should say to a lady.”
Kim Hannah snickered and turned back front.
“Anyways, I'm proud of you. I thought you'd grumble and say, 'Please leave. I want to be left alone.'”
“Am I a kid?”
“You're like one sometimes. You didn't know?”
Kim Hannah giggled, and Seol Jihu immediately retorted while feeling wronged.
“Is it just me or are you in a good mood today?”
As far as Seol Jihu could tell, Kim Hannah was laughing and smiling ever since she came to visit him this morning.
“Do I look that way?”
She lowered her sungla.s.ses slightly and asked. Seol Jihu simply nodded.
“You're right. I feel like I lost ten years of fat weighing me down.”
Kim Hannah agreed while snickering. Did she eat something wrong? Or did she finally go crazy? Just as Seol Jihu was beginning to worry, she suddenly straightened her neck.
“I dealt them a blow.”
“To who?”
“You know~ Those sons of b.i.t.c.hes who are constantly eyeing other people's things.”
Kim Hannah explained in a roundabout way, but Seol Jihu immediately understood who she was talking about.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing much. I just spread the rumor that you might join Sinyoung.”
Kim Hannah continued.
“Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds have been pressuring me because I couldn't get you to join Sinyoung before, and I just proved them wrong. I'm sure they're realizing now that they were barking up the wrong tree.”
Spread the rumor? Proved them wrong? Seol Jihu thought about her words carefully before raising his hands.
“I don't get what you mean.”
“Wait and you'll find out. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”
Kim Hannah spoke confidently as she stretched hard.
“Aaaaah~ So, where do you wanna go?”
Seol Jihu stared at her dumbfoundedly.
“Hm, well, there's the saying that a well-plated dish tastes better, so why don't we go to the beauty salon I frequent?”
“So I'm a plate of good to you.”
The traffic signal changed at that moment.
“Yeah, like a plate of gold.”
Kim Hannah smiled brightly and stepped on the accelerator.
After being dragged around for the entire day, Seol Jihu finally came back home after dinner.
“Huk… huk….”
The moment he entered his room, he threw the shopping bags in his hands to the side and staggered sideways until he leaned against the wall.
'W-What kind of girl….'
He lost count of how many shopping malls they visited. Looking at the dozens of shopping bags lying around him, he made an exhausted expression before grabbing two of them.
Inside them were a pair of white sneakers and white workout clothes Kim Hannah told him to bring to Paradise. His eyes flickered with light as he stared at the items worth hundreds of thousands of won. When he thought about training in new workout clothes and shoes, his heart pounded a bit in antic.i.p.ation.
'Ah.'
It was then that he finally remembered his main reason for returning to Earth. He had forgotten about it until now because of the shock he received yesterday. In all honesty, he wanted to jump back to Paradise now.
But he knew he couldn't do that. If he wanted to go back to Paradise even a day earlier, he needed to make the best use of his time on Earth.
Thinking about Paradise, he felt a shot of endorphin rush through him. Seol Jihu's eyes shone as he turned his laptop on.
Seol Jihu endured the time he spent on Earth thinking only about Paradise. To be exact, he made Paradise the focus of all his thoughts. By doing so, he could forget everything else.
Every morning, he put on the workout clothes Kim Hannah bought him and headed to the gym.
'Having workout equipment really is convenient. It's more efficient too.”
Now that he thought about it, he first thought he wanted to join Carpe Diem when he saw their first-floor training ground. Since electronic equipment couldn't be brought into Paradise, they didn't have things like treadmills, but they had dumbells, pull-up bars, and other non-electronic workout tools.
Seol Jihu reminded himself to look at the list of non-prohibited items as he grabbed the lat pulldown bar. His scapulae tightened as his back muscle protruded.
'Bring the bar down until it's almost touching the collarbone. Use the latissimus dorsi muscle, not the arms….'
He focused on maintaining the posture and breathing that Agnes taught him. Because of this, he didn't notice that a woman sitting on a yoga mattress was stealing glances at his lean and muscular body.
Once he finished his workout and left the gym, he headed straight to a large bookstore. He purchased three books: 'Javelin Throw', published by an athletics compet.i.tion committee; 'a.n.a.lysis of Techniques for Javelin Throw Delivery', a DVD-included book published by an athletics research group; and 'Traditional Acupuncture', something he got to prepare for an acupuncture license.
When he brought the three books to the counter, a young woman who seemed to be a part-time worker opened her mouth hesitantly.
“H-Here's your receipt.”
“No, it's fine.”
“P-Pardon?”
“Um, I don't need the receipt.”
“N-No, I think it's better to keep it.”
“…Huh?”
She put the receipt in the plastic bag containing his books and handed it to him with both hands. Although it was somewhat forced on him, it didn't really matter, so he just walked out of the bookstore while scratching his head.
'Why are books so expensive… hm?'
He was looking at the prices of the books on the receipt when he found a phone number written at the bottom and tilted his head. Seeing as how it was written with a pen, it didn't seem to be a printing error.
'What's this?'
Seol Jihu tilted his head confusedly before putting the receipt in his pocket and making his way to the local library.
Sitting down inside the library, he opened the book on acupuncture only to be taken aback. Pictures of the human body strewn with complex dots and lines, traditional Chinese characters, and countless technical jargon…. All his eyes recognized was black ink on top of white paper.
'd.a.m.n….'
He expected it to be difficult, but he didn't think it would be to this degree.
'Do I have to go this far?'
Considering the amount of contribution points he had saved up, he could instantly acquire the Level 2 skills without a problem. Although he was tempted briefly, Seol Jihu quickly shook off the thought.
He remembered what Agnes told him. Although it wouldn't be easy, he believed he would be rewarded handsomely for acquiring the skills on his own. Since he firmly trusted Agnes when it came to training, he doubled down on his resolve and raised his mechanical pencil.