Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: The Gravity of Good Looks
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I met the spirit of the penis in my dream.
I woke up feeling refreshed.
“What? I only slept for three hours.”
After drinking so much, how could my body feel this good after only three hours of sleep?
I wondered if Lee Chang-woo naturally had a healthy constitution, or if this was a blessing from the penis spirit.
In just those few hours, I'd already received over 100 more missed calls.
I didn't even dare to turn off Do Not Disturb mode.
I need to get a new phone activated, fast.
The time was 8 AM.
If I got ready and left now, I should be able to get a new phone as soon as the store opened.
I washed up and left the house.
I had to find my ID, so I stopped by the Samsung-dong apartment first.
But there were signs that someone had visited.
My ID card was placed right in the center of the living room table. It should have been on the sofa.
There was a sticky note with it.
"I'm worried.
>Please call me." They didn't even write their name.
If someone came into the apartment while I was gone, could it be Yoon Jae-kyung? The 26-year-old girl who received the gift apartment?
No.
Considering Lee Chang-woo's life, it could be another woman. It might be better to just pretend I don't know.
I took my ID and headed to a mobile phone store.
After activating the new phone, I installed a messaging app.
The first person I messaged was Jung Hye-na.
— Me Hey, Hye-na. I got a new number. Let's use this to talk from now on instead of text messages. She didn't read it right away, so she must be busy.
Or maybe she's dozing off after pulling an all-nighter.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Morning, on a bustling sidewalk in Gangnam.
As usual, it was teeming with people.
The door of a mobile phone store on the first floor of a building opened.
The moment an extremely handsome man, casually dressed in baggy sweatpants and a short-sleeved shirt, stepped outside.
The young women who had been laughing and chatting just a moment before all fell silent.
Their gazes were fixed on the man, unable to look away.
A few women stopped in their tracks.
A few unknowingly took several steps, following him.
And a few covered their mouths, their eyes glued to him.
It was as if an invisible zone had unfolded around the man.
This zone devoured every sound that entered its range.
The women caught in this zone, which moved with the man's steps, lost their voices.
Even other men found their eyes automatically following him as he passed.
After the man had passed and they were released from the invisible, intangible zone...
They all spoke as if waking from anesthesia, saying the same things.
“Is he a celebrity?”
“Wow, I can't believe I'm actually surprised to see a celebrity in Gangnam.”
“His visuals are insane. How do we not know a face like that?”
“Maybe he's still a trainee?”
“A trainee wandering around alone at this hour?”
“I don't know. Just hurry up and look him up. He has to be a trainee from a major agency.”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ I thought I was going to die from all the stares.
I don't know about anything else, but I can definitely see why Lee Chang-woo had panic attacks.
Every step I took, people stared so hard I thought I'd die of embarrassment.
With every step, everyone just stared like they were mesmerized.
It felt like they were staring even more because it was daytime and the lighting was so bright.
Though I admit, I nearly had a heart attack myself when I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror this morning.
“This won't do.”
I went into a random store and bought a baseball cap and a mask.
But Chang-woo's face is so small.
The cap was so big it nearly covered my whole head, and the mask looked like it would hide my entire face.
The female employee in her twenties had such sparkling eyes that it was overwhelming even for me.
“Excuse me, are you a celebrity? If you don't mind, could I please have your autograph...?”
“I'm not. Please ring me up.”
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
The employee was tapping the monitor, but her eyes were glued to me.
I was worried she'd make a mistake.
“With the coupon, today's event, and the employee discount, you get a total of 55% off.”
“What?”
“I've stamped a new discount coupon for you, so please come again. If you have any questions about using it, feel free to ask anytime. I've written my phone number here.”
Now that I looked, on one side of the 10-slot coupon, the name 'Kim Ji-hye' was written cutely along with a phone number.
But something about the coupon was strange.
“This is a 10-slot coupon, so why are there nine stamps on it?”
“If you come back when I'm here next time, I'll stamp the last one, and you can use it right away.”
“...”
“Our brand has a lot of different sales and gift events, so if you have any questions, please feel free to contact me anytime. I'll do my best to help.”
Is this the life of an extremely handsome man?
Even after getting treated to a 65 million won bottle of liquor yesterday, I'm still amazed.
It seems I haven't quite shed my dickless virgin ways.
“Come to think of it, I wonder if those three got home safely this morning.”
We drank until 5 AM, so they're probably still passed out.
I went back out to the street.
Even though I covered up as much as I could with the cap and mask, people still stared.
I can hide my face, but I can't hide my tall stature and proportions.
Still, it's better than walking around with my face exposed.
As I wandered, I ended up at that cafe from yesterday.
It wasn't even 10 AM, but it was open.
“She still hasn't checked it.”
Jung Hye-na still hadn't read my message.
I looked at the building where we parted ways yesterday.
The building that housed the studio.
Right now, she's probably exhausted from the all-nighter, resting for a bit on a makeshift mat in some corner of that building...
“Isn't that Hye-na?”
In the distance, Jung Hye-na was walking over, laughing with her colleagues.
They were each holding a cup of coffee, as if they'd just had breakfast.
She was wearing a baseball cap pulled down low, but it couldn't hide her insane visuals that made her look like she was in a solo photoshoot.
“Did she not see the message I sent?”
Since she still hadn't read it, I gave her a call.
Jung Hye-na took her phone out of her pocket.
If she answers, I shouldn't tell her I'm right here. It would be awkward in front of her colleagues...
<The customer is not available, please leave a message...>
She just hung up.
What?
Does she not answer calls from unknown numbers?
I thought she'd be able to figure out it was me.
I checked the message I sent earlier to see if there was a problem.
— Me Hey, Hye-na. I got a new number. Let's use this to talk from now on instead of text messages. When you get a message like this, don't you usually ask who it is first? I would have.
Before I knew it, Jung Hye-na had entered the building.
I sent another message.
— Me It's Lee Chang-woo... To my surprise, the '1' disappeared in an instant.
— Jung Hye-na Oppa! ㅠㅠㅠ — Jung Hye-na I'm so sorry, I thought it was a wrong number,,, — Jung Hye-na I should have known it was you, Oppa. I'm such an idiot,,, ㅠㅠㅠ — Me I just called, but you didn't answer. — Jung Hye-na Ah! So that was your number! I'm sorry, I thought it was spam so I didn't pick up. — Me No wonder. You hung up as soon as you looked at the screen. — Jung Hye-na ??? What??? You saw me? — Me I'm in front of that cafe from yesterday. I saw you walking with your colleagues, holding coffee. — Jung Hye-na No way. — Jung Hye-na Oppa, wait for me! I'll be right there! 20 minutes! No, just 10 minutes ㅠㅠ I look like a mess right now ㅠㅠ — Me No, it's fine. You seem busy, just go to work. I just happened to be walking by. — Jung Hye-na No! I'll be there soon! Please don't go, please wait for me! I'm begging you,,,, ㅠㅠㅠ — Me Okay, take your time. I've got nothing to do today anyway. ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Ting-a-ling.
“Welco—”
The cafe owner, who had been smiling and greeting the sound of the door chime, froze solid.
The extremely handsome man who had provided a moving, real-life one-act play yesterday was back!
“One large caramel macchiato, please.”
“Yes, of course. Please have a seat, and I'll bring it to you.”
Before making the drink, the owner shot a message to the store's group chat.
-That guy from yesterday is here!
-No way, I'm coming to work right now.
-I'm coming in now too.
-Hey, there are no customers right now.
-You don't have to pay me. I'm coming anyway.
It was still before lunch.
Usually, there were no customers at this hour.
The tables only started to fill up a little after noon.
“Here's the drink you ordered.”
“Thank you.”
Seeing him up close, even as another man, he was so unrealistically handsome it made one gasp.
How great would it be to live with a face like that, even for just one hour?
Ting-a-ling.
“Welcome.”
The cafe owner thought he was lucky.
Two tables filled up right after opening.
A good start really is important.
Ting-a-ling.
“Welcome.”
Ting-a-ling.
“Welcome.”
“Ting-a-ling.
“Welcome.”
Something was unusual.
He now realized that people passing by were seeing the handsome man at table 6 through the window and coming inside as if mesmerized.
“Just give me anything.”
“Pardon? You still need to choose from the menu...”
“Just give me three of whatever is most expensive.”
“Um, we have a lot of orders right now, so it might take a while. Is that okay?”
“That's fine. Take your time.”
The owner quickly posted an announcement in the group chat.
-The cafe is full. Get here quick. I'll pay you.
-On my way.
Ting-a-ling.
“We only have takeout available right now—”
The owner, speaking politely, froze.
It was the extremely pretty woman in the baseball cap from yesterday.
But her style was completely different from yesterday.
A sleeveless green dress that revealed her fair, slender shoulders.
It was a difficult color to pull off, but it looked as natural as if it had been created just for her.
Her long, pale legs in high heels boasted a stunning curve.
Her voluminous hair, tied back into a single ponytail, exuded an innocent beauty.
“Oppa.”
“You didn't have to come.”
“No, I had to.”
The woman's incomparably bright smile.
The handsome man's equally bright and gentle laugh.
The owner thought.
‘She must be the official wife.’
He could see the expressions on the other female customers' faces rapidly souring.
The owner suddenly regretted saying he'd pay his staff.
What if all the customers up and left because of this...
Fortunately, contrary to the owner's fears, none of the customers who had been drawn in by the handsome man had left yet.