Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 214

Time Traveler Novelist Episode 215

‘What a light…!’

-The words popped out unintentionally, but I didn’t continue or add anything after that.

Because I didn’t know. I didn’t know what words should follow after this.

Can I allow such a light-hearted romance until dirt gets into my eyes?

Ridiculous.

Strictly speaking, I might already have dirt in my eyes, and most importantly, I’m not the master of An Ju-hee and Moon Ji-seop.

Moreover, it’s unclear if Moon Ji-seop is even a family member…

– We, the siblings of New Light Spring Nursery, have all become one family in the arms of the Lord…

– Ma! Sibling!

Since the memories in my heart and the concerns of Moon Chung-jae, the director, and Ma Gi-hoon (not from Busan), passionately defended, I decided to consider Moon Ji-seop as a sibling for now.

But even if I’m considered Moon Ji-seop’s sibling, can I intervene in Moon Ji-seop’s romance?

– If you say so, that’s not it either.

An Ju-hee and Moon Ji-seop, Moon Ji-seop and An Ju-hee.

Even though these two stand in front of me as a couple who might accidentally end up getting married, in reality, I’m nothing.

Then what does the meaning of the words that came out of my mouth imply?

After a moment of thought, I realized.

What would follow the phrase ‘What a light…!’?

I…

Couldn’t accept that such a light-hearted form of love is love.

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Looking back, Kuyuna and I were not a romantic couple who fell in love at first sight.

Rather, if we look back on our first meeting…

It was close to negative.

– What are you saying now!

– Main character’s excessive emotions.

– Fix your settings properly! Stop writing like a web novel.

– Are you disrespecting web novels now?

Masters recognize masters, we clashed as soon as we met at the Baekiljang.

As a devout (not really) Christian, I was prepared to turn the other cheek, but I couldn’t endure being hit by words.

Kuyuna was the same, and that’s how we became rivals.

And three years passed.

Kuyuna and I went from rivals to friends, and from friends to lovers.

Three years in childhood is by no means a short time.

It was like going to the same middle school if we were in the same school all along.

So even though we acted like brats, we didn’t build an imprudent relationship.

Therefore, I also don’t think that An Ju-hee and Moon Ji-seop acted like brats.

It just seems like they were not careful.

“How much do you really know about each other?”

After calmly organizing my thoughts, I uttered words of concern.

But An Ju-hee frowned, and even Moon Ji-seop made a face of ‘Oh, this is…’

No, you should listen carefully when adults speak!

“It’s not about breaking up right now, but if you’re going to date, you should take some time to get to know each other and make a decision…”

“Two weeks detention.”

“!!!”

An Ju-hee’s sarcastic words turned into a sharp dagger and pierced my heart.

Detention, two weeks.

It was truly an unprecedented combination of words that was cruel.

Oh my, have kids these days become so decadent for no reason?

I felt like an imaginary detention of about two weeks was being imposed on me, and I froze like ice.

Then An Ju-hee snorted, grabbed her boyfriend’s hand, and ran away.

The indecisive (or ominous) Moon Ji-seop was dragged away with a face of not understanding anything.

Thus, what was left in the classroom was

Think about it, how many preschoolers have had their hearts broken by dating non-preschoolers?

If a kid who gets 50,000 won a week in allowance dates a kid who gets 5,000 won a month, the first kid ends up paying for all the café drinks, all the movie tickets, all the meals, and all the PC room fees. And if the first kid runs out of money, the second kid even has to pay for their bus fare.

It’s a love that can only happen if you’re good-looking.

In other words, even the A-list preschoolers who are good-looking enough to date non-preschoolers have to stab their lovers in the back on the relationship front.

And so far, I’ve only talked about the financial aspects. I haven’t even mentioned the social stigma.

There’s no way it can end well.

Of course, if you ask me why I did it even though I knew it wouldn’t end well, all I can say is, “Because that’s what love is.”

Anyway, it seems that Moon Ji-seop will have to deal with this according to the “precepts” of Saebit Neulbom Daycare.

Anyway, I decided to “deal with” Ma Ki-hoon and Ms. Bang Jeong-ah about that in the near future…

And I, being the selfish, narrow-minded, and ignorant writer that I am, went back to focusing on my own work.

I mean writing.

Ironically, Ahn Joo-hee showed me a more novel form of love than Gu Yu-bin, Park Chang-woon, and Gu Hak-joon.

Today, I can say that Ahn Joo-hee has joined the ranks of famous great writers.

The inspiration she gave me was…

A boundlessly light love!

That love, lighter than a feather, was something I couldn’t help but be surprised by.

No, I still don’t understand it.

Why on earth…?

How can you feel love when you haven’t even known each other for half a year…?

Am I the strange one…? Am I really the one who’s…

Wro…

Wro…

ng?

Is that it…?

* * *

“What’s so strange about that?”

Kim Byul’s expression, as if she had seen all sorts of strange people, made me even more impatient.

I asked her in an urgent tone.

“Isn’t that strange?”

“Usually, couples start popping up within a week of the start of a new semester, and they become half-and-half within six months.”

“…!”

A week!

I wanted to wash my ears out after hearing such shocking words.

People who had just met were sticking to each other within a week?

In my opinion, they were no longer human.

They were animals, animals!

“How can people date within a week! This isn’t the animal kingdom!”

“It’s possible, so why are you so angry?”

Kim Byul opened her eyes wide and looked down at me.

“Ahem~ You really don’t know anything, do you?”

“What don’t I know?”

“Now you’re starting to look like a ‘little sister’. Call me unni, unni~”

Even if you put a hot iron to my face and twisted my jaw, I wouldn’t call her unni.

I kept my mouth shut, and Kim Byul looked at me with a strange expression on her face.

“But do you really not know? How kids these days date?”

“That’s…”

Actually, I do know.

I’ve been through middle school and high school, so I know.

My peers who I met at school also changed lovers every few days of the week.

But those guys also remodeled their uniforms, hid cigarettes in the apartment fire extinguisher, drank at the dormitory without the teachers knowing, skipped school to go to the sauna, and extorted money from the weak kids…

“…”

Anyway, that’s what it was like.

Anyway, all the ‘peers’ I met throughout my school days were crazy, so I was a little ignorant about the school life of normal teenagers.

It’s a secret why I was surrounded by bullies throughout my school life.

And it’s also a secret why I never had anything to do with normal peers…

“Anyway, these days… lately… those… young… no, children…?”

“MZ.”

“These days, MZers date like that…”

I made a strange expression like an adult who had belatedly realized the ‘new culture’ that children these days enjoyed.

And Kim Byul looked at me with a strange expression, as if she felt a little sorry for me.

“Well, you didn’t have any friends because you only wrote all throughout your school life…”

“…I have lots of friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be your friend…”

“…”

* * *

Kim Byul, who had been circling my chair and pestering me, headed towards the set at the staff’s call.

Seating on the chair, Kim Byeol, who was swirling around bothering me, headed to the filming location at the staff’s call.
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And then, standing in front of the camera, they began to act out love.

Im Song-i, Gu Yuna, and Ahn Ju-hee designed form of love.

– What else do you want me to do here?

– Do you want me to do something?

– Yes!

The love of the writers is a love for sale.

It must be packaged provocatively to capture the viewer’s gaze and should be as flawless and natural as possible to avoid suspicions at the service center.

Therefore, the love on the script goes through the process of germination, growth, and harvest.

A female student running with a piece of bread turns a corner, meets a male student, exchanges banter, and then goes to school properly after showing her attitude, but upon hearing a rumor about a transfer student, their faces meet, “You were that troublemaker back then!”, “You were that king of mischief?”

This is how the love on the script unfolds through such procedures and rituals.

But even this became cliché, as customers who ridicule it have increased, deepening the writers’ concerns…

Hence, the form of love designed by the three people stuck together was sincere, unique, and at the same time, creaky.

You can’t catch two rabbits. Innovation and stability cannot be captured simultaneously by the same rabbit.

The script of the three was fun and sincere, but there was also a sense of unease somewhere.

But once it passed into the hands of the actors…

– I didn’t agree to this.

– What?

– I’m curious. Why are you looking at me with such arrogance?

It’s amazing.

The actors refine the story with tools not present in the script.

Gestures, eye contact, tone of voice, expressions, voice…

Tools in the realm beyond what writers can design shape the form of love.

Thus, the love completed on the filming set was a much more beautiful item than the love on the script.

So, it seemed like it would sell very well-

That’s what I thought…

“This is no joke, the ratings are going through the roof, right?”

“What if we get all excited too soon? It might jinx us.”

“No, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

The staff also seemed to be in a similar mood, laughing and bustling around.

The PD’s expression isn’t dark either. It seems like the wealth and fame that can be earned by selling love are shimmering.

But I couldn’t laugh.

After loitering around the filming set for a few weeks and annoying the people around me, a brief realization crossed my mind, whether those times were finally fulfilling their purpose.

“Real love is not something to sell.”

The novelist is also a scholar studying literature.

And the topic I, as a scholar, was researching, the love depicted in mass media, popular love, universal love, trendy love, love in novels…

I realized that I couldn’t grasp those abstract concepts clearly.

But the crucial difference between the love of fabrication and the love felt by people.

It seems like I’m realizing it now.

Fabricated love is a love made for display.

To garner responses from the public, it presents itself as beautiful, natural, and sparkling.

Numerous scholars embellish that love, and countless poets sing about it.

On the other hand,

Real love belongs to Ahn Ju-hee and Moon Ji-seob…

For no reason, without any logic, suddenly approaching one day.

Even if the end might be a disaster, and even if both know that fact, plugging ears, shouting, and running towards it…

Even if others point fingers, holding onto it, when unveiled, it’s nothing special…

That vulgar appearance might be…

The love I failed to protect, I thought