#13. Revision
#13. Revision
The moment I started reading the first part, I instinctively sensed something was off.
It was different from the character Minho oppa had described to me, right from the intro.
Hair color. He definitely said it was platinum blonde...
As I scrolled down, I felt my brows furrowing more and more.
[Jin-seong began scanning Na-eun's body from top to bottom.]
[Her tits were obviously smaller than Nam Ga-yeon's, but still a decent size—not bad at all.]
[Explosive megatits were great, but these slender types could deliver even more flavor sometimes.]
The more I scrolled, the stronger the sense of dissonance.
It didn't take me long to figure out what this weird feeling was.
This is totally...
Me...?!?!?
That was the moment I tapped the comments to check people's reactions.
[This post has been deleted.]
The latest chapter of [I Imprisoned Her], [Han Na-eun (1)], had been deleted.
Huh? I hadn't even finished reading it yet?
What the hell? What's going on?
And about five minutes later, a notice went up from Han Gyeo-ul-nim.
[Hello, dear readers. This is author Han Gyeo-ul.]
[First off, my deepest apologies to all the readers who were waiting for the new heroine's debut.]
[Due to personal circumstances, the Han Na-eun (1) episode from today will undergo a full character revision, so it'll be on hiatus until tomorrow.]
[I think I need to revise the existing draft a bit too. ㅠㅠ]
[I'm truly sorry for the confusion, and I'll come back with better content soon.]
Lying on my bed, I stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, dazed.
I needed to sort out the cause and effect.
Minho oppa had lied to me about the Han Na-eun character.
Everything he described about her appearance was fake.
Because the description of Han Na-eun in the novel was almost exactly like me right now.
The chapter got deleted not long after Minho oppa left my house.
And Han Gyeo-ul-nim uploaded an apology notice.
Of course, it was possible—miraculously—that Han Gyeo-ul-nim just happened to change their mind at that perfect timing and decided to revise the character.
I couldn't say the probability was zero.
But considering all the magical things that had happened to me lately.
Minho oppa's flustered expression.
The timing of Han Gyeo-ul-nim's notice.
If my hypothesis was right... then maybe Minho oppa was...
The author of [I Imprisoned Her].
A grand master.
Han Gyeo-ul-sensei.
"Ao. Fuck."
I hammered out the apology notice at finger-blurring speed and rushed home.
Han Na-eun...
My teeth ground together.
I couldn't go against what she said, so I'd fulfilled all her demands.
I'd been dragged all the way to Na-eun's neighborhood, but I hadn't even spent 30 minutes in that house before leaving.
Hell, she even kicked me out, calling me useless.
And since I'd lied to her, I had to delete the chapter fast in case she decided to read my novel again.
Man... what can I say...
At least she didn't report me, thank fuck, but how long do I have to live like this?
She even declared that once a few more chapters piled up, she'd call me back to her place.
The name Han Na-eun was already seen by her, so no helping that, but I had to go home and overhaul the content completely.
The steamy scene that had already gone public today? Had to delete it.
The kind-hearted, platinum blonde, curvy virgin Han Na-eun.
Ugh... I don't like it...
But to get out of this mess, I just had to create a character that was as unlike Na-eun as possible.
On the subway ride home.
Sitting with my arms crossed, I racked my brain hard.
Ah... Jin-seong doesn't fuck girls like that...
How the hell do I force this plot?
If Han Na-eun hadn't called me out, her episodes probably would've gotten killer reactions with high probability.
I already had about 5 chapters stockpiled.
Content where Na-eun gets her self-esteem wrecked by the protagonist Lee Jin-seong.
Especially this time, since I had personal experience and a real-life model, I was confident in the descriptions.
I was legit getting rock hard while writing the novel, and now thinking I had to scrap it all felt like bloody tears were gonna flow.
Hweee.
When the fuck am I gonna rewrite it all?
Despair. Overwhelming despair.
I weakly pushed open the front door and stepped in, my shabby studio apartment—a stark contrast to Na-eun's place—coming into view.
Thud.
Flopping onto the bed, I felt the strength drain from my body like some burnout patient.
"Give me back my manuscript, you bitch."
I hated Na-eun.
I felt like a total idiot for getting excited about going to a girl's place for the first time.
She was basically a terrorist to my novels.
First meeting, she called my novel pathetic.
Second meeting, she made me scrap my manuscript.
To gauge the fallout, I grabbed my phone again and logged into the Novel World site.
Familiar nicknames from readers were consoling me.
[Don't hurt yourself, Author-nim!]
Thanks, reader-nim. Actually, nothing hurts and my fingers are fine, but my heart hurts so bad.
[Ah. lol, I was looking forward to today's chapter, bummer.]
I had to agree.
I wrote it so damn well... sob...
Tears were about to blur my vision.
And below that, a familiar reader ID caught my eye.
White Snowflake-nim. A loyal fan who'd been commenting faithfully since the early days of my novel.
[I missed today's content, so what was it about?]
Looks like they hadn't read the chapter today.
[Fucking hot. Shoved it right in her mouth the moment they met lol]
Suddenly, seeing that comment brought Na-eun's face back to mind.
She's a bitch, sure...
But fuck, she was hot as hell.
The outfit she'd worn today lingered in my eyes, tantalizing.
If this were the world of an erotic novel, her getup was green light.
Straight-up green light.
Bringing a guy to your solo apartment and wearing a spaghetti strap top? That's basically advertising 'fuck me, please.'
If the reason I'd gone to her place had been a more normal route, I might've laid her down.
But right now, I had a knife to my throat.
No chance twice.
I needed to get my shit together and live straight.
In that context, I got up from the bed and hit the power button on my computer.
I brewed a cup of coffee, sat in my chair, and stared at the monitor.
Clicking the folder where I saved the original files for [I Imprisoned Her], it was hard to stay calm.
Han Na-eun (1)
Han Na-eun (2)
Han Na-eun (3)
Han Na-eun (4)
Han Na-eun (5)
Each chapter pulls in tens of thousands in sales...
This was basically throwing money down the drain.
I slowly dragged the mouse to select all the files, then right-clicked.
[Are you sure you want to delete?]
Another voice inside me started rioting.
'Lee Min-ho! You know it too—the writing in this episode is insane.'
'Honestly, you were hyped the whole time writing it. This could hit a million per chapter, I swear?'
'Han Na-eun won't check it anyway. Huh? Just tweak the looks and keep the content. Come on?'
'Fuck, your life's on the line right now—sales are the least of your worries.'
'Get caught, and your novel—and you—are hellbound. 9 o'clock news, hood up, mask on, getting egged.'
'Don't fuck up your whole career on one dumb choice. Play the long game. Just do it.'
Yeah. That's right.
In the end, I hit delete and even emptied the recycle bin to clear my lingering regrets.
Just pretend it never happened.
I can write new stuff. It'll be fine.
Not hard.
Wiiiing.
My phone vibrated.
Mood's shit anyway—who should I call for drinks?
I wanted to forget novels entirely and just crash hard today.
Picking up the phone, I checked the message.
Figured it was Hwi-min or Jae-hoon inviting me for games, but it was from someone totally unexpected.
[Oppa. Can you talk right now?]
I'd been about to drown my sorrows in booze to forget her, and this timing was straight out of a ghost story.
And after kicking me out so cold-bloodedly, how long had it even been before calling back?
[1 is gone—why no reply? You think I'm joking?]
...Not even a minute had passed yet.
I tapped her number and called Na-eun.
After a couple rings, her voice came through my ear.
[Hello?]
Her voice... sounded a bit excited, somehow.
What the hell's with her.
[Hello?]
In contrast, I replied to her calmly.
[Minho oppa. I'm asking seriously, so no lies. Got it?]
What big question is she prepping for with all that buildup?
[Yeah. Shoot. What's up?]
Her follow-up question had me coughing awkwardly.