Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: GAL-174 (2)
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This title gave complete freedom over both time and location.
It was probably a sign of trust from the planning department, handing it over to me entirely.
Or maybe a precaution in case it dragged on with buildup like with Su-ah.
Either way, whatever the reason, it was nothing but a good deal for me.
Like that, another week passed.
Just as worries about the shoot started creeping in...
Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the hallway outside my studio apartment.
Some sharp-tongued woman was irritably chewing out someone.
─Hey! I told you to be careful with the sofa! What are you gonna do about this?
─Aigoo. What a mess. It's scratched the doorframe. Should I compensate you?
─Haa. Forget it. Just finish the job quick. This is so annoying.
I cracked the door open to peek outside, and the hallway was packed with furniture and moving boxes.
And right in the middle stood a blonde woman with her arms crossed.
That haughty woman was none other than the bully girl, Park Chae-rin.
What kind of twist of fate was this? She'd actually moved next door.
"...Crazy. This isn't some roleplay— she really moved in?"
The planning department had mentioned full support, and it looked like that was true.
I grinned as I eyed her smooth skin.
"Damn. Guess I can toss all my onaholes now? Got a real-life slut hole right next door."
She was nitpicking every little thing, directing the move like a drill sergeant.
Then she grabbed a trash bag and started stuffing it with garbage.
Seemed like she was heading to the villa's dumpster.
Seeing that, I quickly gathered my own trash and bagged it up.
Then I followed Park Chae-rin toward the dumpster.
Soon enough, I caught up to her from behind.
She was wearing a white off-shoulder frilly top and short light-blue denim shorts.
Her bitchy vibe mixed with the cute outfit created this oddly arousing atmosphere.
I tossed her a casual greeting.
"Hey there. Haven't seen you around. New here?"
She gave a half-assed nod, looking annoyed.
Her memories were so old she probably didn't recognize me either.
"...Yeah. Moved in today."
"Nice. I'm Kang Min-hyuk from 208. And you?"
"...207."
"Oh! Next door? Neighbors then. Let's get along. The place is a bit rundown, but it's livable."
"...Sure."
She replied dryly, clearly not interested.
But her social life must've mellowed her out—she wasn't snapping at neighbors anymore.
I decided to annoy her a bit more on purpose.
I was suddenly curious how far she'd tolerate it.
"By the way, haven't we met somewhere? You look familiar."
Park Chae-rin furrowed her brow at my question.
She must've thought some annoying prick latched onto her on moving day.
She drew a cold line with her voice.
"No. First time."
But I kept pressing her relentlessly.
"Nah, I swear. Definitely seen you before. You go to Songmancho High?"
She flinched in surprise, clearly rattled.
A girl with a shady past from school days would panic like that.
"...No. Never heard of it."
She even lied outright.
I chuckled and grilled her.
"Pfft. You're bad at lying. You went to Jinju Girls' Middle at Songmancho, right?"
"......"
"Whatever the past, we're neighbors now. Let's get along, Chae-rin noona."
I dumped the trash and turned to leave.
She hurriedly blocked my path.
Her earlier tone was gone.
"...Fuck. Who the hell are you?"
Her eyes gleamed with cold menace.
True to form, she hadn't ditched her foul mouth.
I just grinned at her.
"Who? Your neighbor, noona. World's small, huh? Who'd guess you'd move right next door."
But she racked her brain and still couldn't place me—her eyes kept darting uncertainly.
"...Cut the bullshit. How do you know me?"
"Haha. Funny you don't remember. Saw you in dance team stuff on YouTube lately."
"...That's not it. How do we know each other?"
Of course, I wasn't spilling that yet.
She needed to stew in unease to keep me on her mind.
I just tossed ominous bait and ogled her outfit.
"Victims forget, huh? Figure it out yourself if you're curious. Or show some sincerity."
I turned away, and she grabbed at me desperately.
I shook her off easily and walked back.
I headed straight home, pulled out my tablet.
And as always, fired up Mind Chat to peep her thoughts.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [ ... Haa. Kang Min-hyuk? Who the fuck is that? Kinda rings a bell. ] [ No way this asshole's one I bullied too? ] [ Fuck. Already paid that bitch who tracked me down thousands in settlement. ] [ Show sincerity? Cocky prick. He got proof or something? ] She stood in the corner of the dumpster, lost in thought.
She was biting her nails—clearly on edge herself.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [ Haa fuck. Got broadcast shoots next month. ] [ This prick better not be planning to expose me. ] [ Ugh, annoying. Suddenly can't stop thinking about him. ] She rubbed her temples hard, then made a call.
The phone screen read "Da-eun unnie."
A quick search revealed Song Da-eun, leader of the dance team Mirage.
─Hello?
─...Hey unnie. You busy right now?
─Nah, what's up?
─...Something annoying came up again.
─Annoying? Another settlement?
─...No, not that bad yet. The guy next door said some weird shit.
─Next door? The new place?
─...Yeah. This time it's a guy. Talking about victims not remembering, show sincerity—sounds like he knows me from before.
─Haa. You don't remember him, Chae-rin?
─...Nope. Not at all.
─Talk it out then. If it's bad blood, grovel and settle max.
─...Grovel?
─What else? Wanna go to court?
─.....
─Hey, Park Chae-rin. Gonna get your shit together or what? You know you've got shoots next month? Scandal now and you're fucked. Think the boss'll cover? Broadcast means every tabloid's on it. That cover?"
─.....
─Don't wanna go back to obscurity? Act right. Last time unnie saved your ass from getting kicked out. Don't get prideful and ruin your life—just do what I say. Got it?
─...Yes.
─Fuck. Upset? Answer properly.
─...Yes, unnie.
─If shit hits, call me ASAP. No answer, hit Jin-ah. Settle no matter what. Unnie doesn't wanna boot you either.
The call cut off, and Park Chae-rin irritably ruffled her hair.
She kicked the trash bag aside and glared murderously at my door, 208.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [ ... Fuck. Nothing goes right. ] [ Haa. So stressed. Unnie's right—scandal now and I'm done. ] [ What to do? Play dumb? Already broke from last settlement. ] [ Nah. Talk first. Guy might fold easy. ] She headed to a nearby shop and bought two portions of tteokbokki.
Then came back with a pissed-off look and rang my intercom.
─Ding-dong!
That's when a fun idea hit me. I quickly queued up a porn vid on my PC.
Faint moans just barely audible in the living room.
─Ding-dong!
The intercom rang again soon after.
I stomped noisily to the door, breathing heavy on purpose as I picked up.
"Haa. Haa. Who is it?"
─...Your neighbor. From earlier.
"Haa. Huu. So? Why're you here?"
─...Moved in. Gotta give rice cakes. Plus some stuff to talk about.
"Huu. Alright. Come in."
I opened the door, and Park Chae-rin peeked inside hesitantly.
Then she thrust out the tteokbokki she'd bought.
"...Here. Tteokbokki."
"Two portions? Wanna eat together?"
"......"
No answer, but hey, music to my ears.
I plopped the tteokbokki on the table and headed to the bathroom.
"Ah, gonna shower quick. Eat first. Sweaty from working out. Not too rude, right?"
She was the desperate one, so she just shook her head meekly.
"Yeah. Be out in 10."
I grabbed my tablet and slipped into the bathroom. Silence hung in the living room.
Then faint noises from somewhere.
The moans from the porn I'd left playing.
I pretended to shower and opened the tablet.
She'd heard the lewd moans too—furrowed brow, glancing around frantically.
🧠 MIND CHAT 🧠 [ ... What’s that noise? Woman’s voice? Where’s it from? ] [ Oh shit. Moaning? Wasn’t working out—he was jerking off? ] [ Yup, fuck. No wonder he was panting like crazy. Total perv. ] Park Chae-rin crossed her legs and cranked up some music loud.
But curiosity won—she kept glancing at the bedroom door.
Finally, she sneaked up from her seat.
Humans really can't beat curiosity after all.