Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: The Yandere Fairy's Gaze is Strange
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The pork belly sizzled away on the grill.
A rich, savory aroma hung thick in the air, while a gentle heat enveloped the table.
The bustling atmosphere and hearty smells unique to a barbecue joint were like a miracle cure for loosening people up.
But I didn't spare a single glance at the meat in front of me.
The moment the great Cha Seola said, "Finish the shoot in an hour and I'll give you my number," I gathered every ounce of cosmic energy in my head and focused.
That said, I never actually thought I'd get her number.
It was just the payoff from giving it my all, on the off chance.
"Pfft!"
I couldn't help but chuckle, recalling the moment just minutes ago when we'd exchanged numbers with Cha Seola.
My shoulders shook lightly, and my eyes softened.
Junseok, watching from across the table, finally couldn't take it anymore. He brandished the tongs and shouted.
"Hey, no way... Am I the only one grilling here!?"
The tongs, flipping the pork belly on the oily grill, flailed in the air.
Junseok had his eyebrows raised, his face openly twisted in annoyance.
I just lifted my eyes slightly to look at him.
"The girl I'm setting you up with is on her way right now, and you're telling me to bail?"
His expression flipped in an instant at those words.
"Huh? No way! What are you talking about? You know how much I love grilling! Can't friends mess around? Haha!"
"You don't even have to lift a finger?"
"Of course! Don't you dare touch it. Oil might splatter."
It was a one-hundred-percent attitude switch.
Junseok gripped the tongs firmly, straightened his back, and ramped up his grilling speed three or four times over.
One piece, two pieces—he flipped them with expert precision, his eyes carefully checking doneness like a true craftsman.
"Shouldn't you slice the meat now?"
"Yes, boss! Of course!"
Junseok grinned slyly as he sliced the grill-ready meat into bite-sized pieces and plated them.
I picked up my chopsticks casually and said.
"I'm honored. The grandson of Yeoksan Group's Chairman Seo Geonchang is slicing meat for me."
"Ugh! Anyway, what did Yerim hook you up with?"
I took a sip from my soju glass.
After wetting my throat, I looked at Junseok with indifferent eyes again and said nonchalantly.
"She got me a modeling gig."
"...What?"
"A modeling job."
Junseok froze midway through picking up his chopsticks.
His eyebrows slowly shot up, and the next moment, a snort of laughter burst out.
"Bullshit."
I silently picked up a piece of meat and popped it in my mouth. Chewing steadily, I met Junseok's eyes head-on with a calm face.
"It's true."
"Seo Yerim... that crazy bitch got my friend doing nude modeling!?"
"You idiot? It was just a regular print ad."
At my firm words, Junseok's face twisted in a bizarre way.
His expression screamed utter disbelief.
His eyes widened a bit more, mouth half-open.
It was the reaction you get when someone drops a random absurd joke, but you realize they mean it.
"For real...? Yerim had you do modeling?"
"Yeah."
"The Han Haeseong I know hated having his face out there so much he wouldn't even take photos."
"There was a good reason."
"What reason?"
"The co-star was Cha Seola."
"Cha... Seola?"
"Yeah, Cha Seola."
Junseok jumped in shock, raising his voice.
"Holy shit! Why didn't you say that sooner!?"
"Would it change anything if I told you right away?"
"Well, no, but... shit... She's hot, right?"
"Smoking hot. Nearly blew my mind."
"Whoa... Shooting together means you got close, huh?"
"Just her hand on my shoulder."
"...Fucking hell."
Junseok was one hell of a guy.
Even with his status as Yeoksan Group's heir letting him meet countless female celebs, he just ended up with cute jealousy like this.
"Weird bastard."
"What's weird?"
"You could meet celebs whenever you wanted if you tried."
"Using the Yeoksan Group heir card?"
"Yeah. And you're crazy about girls, so why not use your family connections?"
Junseok downed a shot of soju at my question and smiled faintly.
"Where's the fun in that?"
"Fun?"
"Born into a powerhouse family, I've had everything I wanted handed to me since I was a kid. So the woman I'm with for life? I've gotta win her myself."
It was disorienting seeing Junseok, who always traded light jokes, get this serious.
I cleared my throat awkwardly at the sudden depth of the conversation.
"...Grown up more than I thought, huh?"
"What grew up good?"
"Most chaebol heirs in dramas or movies? They don't toss away what they were born holding."
"I haven't tossed everything. It's just... stuff handed to me at birth doesn't feel like mine."
"Thinking that much already makes you pretty great."
"What would you do in my shoes?"
"Bang every female celeb in sight?"
Only then did Junseok drop the serious face and raise his glass again.
"You psycho. Anyway, what print ad was it?"
"Oh, your company's air conditioner."
I tossed it out casually, and Junseok's eyes went wide.
His blinking lids stiffened for a moment, chopsticks pausing over his plate.
"...Hold up. Our company's AC ad? The new product dropping this month?"
"Probably."
I nodded slowly, and the air over the table thickened.
Breaking the silence, Junseok yelled with a flushed face.
"Whoa, Seo Yerim is insane! Is she trying to tank the company!?"
"You moron, you think Yeoksan Group goes under over one ad of mine?"
I snickered, and Junseok's eyes bulged as he waved his hand in the air.
"No, seriously... You? Not even an actor or pro model? For our company ad!?"
"Talk about loyalty from the guy who grew up in it."
"Duh? It's our company."
"No damage done, so chill."
"Hah... That's not the point. That ad's going nationwide on banners, every department store... and they used you for it!?"
"That much face time...?"
I asked while flipping meat, and Junseok looked speechless.
Soon, he just shook his head in disbelief.
"Ugh... Seo Yerim, seriously..."
"Don't be too hard on her. Yerim hooked me up thinking of me."
"You didn't want to model, right? You only did the print ad because of Cha Seola."
"Nah, it's a gig I can do freelance while staying in my current place. That's why Yerim set it up."
"So you're gonna keep modeling?"
I leaned back in my chair and shrugged.
"Not sure if it'll tank the company like you say, but shooting was more fun than I expected."
"So...?"
"But modeling? One and done. Even with big pay, I don't like my face being sold constantly."
"...That's the only reason?"
"Well, plus if I get famous, everyone finding out I'm divorced wouldn't be great."
I chuckled, and Junseok let out a short sigh.
"Good..."
"What's good?"
"If you got famous, we couldn't chill like this in a regular barbecue spot anymore."
"Creepy ass saying that so casually."
"Ease up on the swears?"
"Dumbass, your face makes me wanna curse."
"Ugh! Psycho."
Right then, the doorbell at the barbecue shop's entrance chimed clearly.
A short but crisp sound made me and Junseok turn our heads at the same time.
The door opened, letting in a hint of cool air, and two women stepped inside leisurely.
Fresh-faced like they'd just turned twenty, with clear skin and minimal makeup.
They had that vibe of brand-new college freshmen.
"Ah, when are they coming?"
Junseok, staring blankly, raised his voice.
He'd clearly expected just one person.
"They're here."
I jerked my chin toward the approaching women, and Junseok tilted his head.
"That's... two of them?"
Propping my chin on my hand, I grinned mischievously at him.
"Gotta have some fun myself while I'm in Seoul."