The Engagement Was Broken Off at the Wedding Hall

32 – 2-17. Company S’s rivals realized it quickly (lately).

Of course the wedding was stopped.

The groom is away. She abandoned her bride and ran away, so there’s no way the wedding would go through.

Everyone stayed in their seats in confusion, and only a few people moved to find Gyeongsu.

‘Where do you want to be…’

First of all, it was clear that I went outside.

But there was no way to know where he went after that.

“Oppa.”

“…Haaa.”

Yes

‘Normal’ is a word.

“I’m just asking, just in case. Don’t say anything like GPS tracking or anything like that?”

Strictly speaking, if you violate privacy without mutual consent, you are narrowly out of business?

She said she would tell Jiyeon Kim out of sheer anticipation, and Jiyeon Kim turned her head with a chewed expression.

“It’s okay. Just tell Dad to do it.”

“Look at the talking pig.”

She says that she is not asking her father to do anything, but is telling her to do it.

Afterwards, he approached his father-in-law, the person who ‘was’, and talked to him about something.

After that, the bride’s family ran out the same way that Gyeongsu had gone out earlier.

“Now… Everyone, please be quiet. The ceremony is not over yet.”

I wanted to run away, but I decided to hold on.

First of all, my role as a celebrant is not over.

Of course, saying this doesn’t mean that people won’t go out, but in this case, the name is important.

‘Anyway, that bastard Kyungsoo. ‘That’s exactly what the eyes looked like, wasn’t it?’

Someday, when I return to this place again.

I felt like I was seeing myself looking at Kim Ji-yeon through a third person’s eyes.

However, I was half-hearted at the time, and now Kyungsoo has been disgusting me for almost an entire eternity.

“It was amazing….”

It only lasted a few seconds to see Kyungsoo change, but seeing his expression decay in real time was truly overwhelming.

─Tiring♬

“…Hmm?”

After about 10 minutes.

By the time about half of the people had left.

A text message arrived on my cell phone.

[Go here]

“…What the hell.”

Coordinates were sent.

Just looking at it, it doesn’t look like it will come back.

I sent another message and stopped the wedding.

[Your cell phone is being tracked.]

“Since the groom is away, we will conclude the wedding.”

“”””…………””””

People making noise.

I had no particular intention of taking care of it.

Is it their wedding or mine?

Anyway, it’s the same as when I tore it up.

The desire to get out of this situation, even if your reputation is ruined or your honor is ruined.

Anyone who has Jiyeon Kim next to them cannot possibly not know.

“Hyeonseong, what is happening now?”

“It’s no big deal.”

It just happened.

One pitfall is that not only me but also Kyungsoo regressed.

“I’ll contact you again later.”

“Ah…”

Rather, I was curious about Kyungsoo’s story.

What on earth have you experienced?

I started the car and went to the location given by Kyungsoo, and my phone vibrated again.

A text message returned from Kyungsoo.

“…hahahaha!”

I don’t know what I experienced, but this one thing has become clear.

[I know.]

You’re screwed too.

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“Welcome!”

“!,…Hmm.”

The place that Kyungsoo took the picture was an izakaya whose name I don’t know.

Japanese-style interior. Japanese-style alcohol and snacks.

And even Kyungsoo is curled up in the deepest part of the Japanese-style store, as if hiding.

“What are you doing there?”

“!,….Ugh, haaa….”

He looks at me in surprise and looks behind him.

When he saw that no one was following him, he let out a sigh of relief.

He lifted the glass in front of him with both hands and took a slow sip, and only then did he look up.

“Yokat, ta…Tabung Uragir and Omottanake…”

“…………..”

The guy who was speaking Korean just this morning is suddenly speaking Japanese.

‘Did you live in Japan before returning?’

Kyungsoo soon handed me a glass and poured me a drink.

Is it okay to drink it?

As soon as he took it and drank it, Kyungsoo trembled.

“Ah──Yumeja it’s me…!”

“…Kyungsoo.”

That.

I guess I’ll skip it once or twice at first, right…?

“This is Korea.”

“…Ah. So─dane. Kan─Kokudane.”

I sigh and smile.

He pours himself a glass of alcohol again and drinks it straight.

I spoke to Kyungsoo again because he still didn’t seem to understand what I was saying.

“If you speak Japanese, I won’t understand.”

“Ah,,,Gomennasai…Isn’t it? Gugee—Jesonghammidaa…?”

“Wow.”

How come it sounds like Korean mixed with Japanese?

The masculine voice had gone somewhere, and the thin, finely squeezed voice was honestly burdensome and disgusting.

I think it would be better to ask them to write it down.

‘No, it’s done.’

If you ask me to write, I think I will write in Japanese.

Feeling increasingly frustrated, I picked up the glass next to me and drank it.

“Okay, answer what I ask. If it’s correct, nod, if not, turn your head. Do you understand?”

“….Hi.”

“Do it with your head. With your head. Is this a decoration for your head?”

“…………”

Kyungsoo finally nods.

I regained my composure and asked Kyungsoo.

“Are you back?”

“…..?”

“Are you back from the future?”

“…..!!!”

Pupils getting bigger.

I also nodded at the look in his eyes that said, “No way.”

“Yuu-san…!”

“Mouth.”

“…………”

Nod your head.

Nod vigorously, several times.

‘…It’s very Japanese, isn’t it?’

Even exaggerated reactions that you would only see in Japanese entertainment.

No matter where I looked, I could only see him as a person from the island country next door.

“I guess you were in Japan?”

“………….”

He poured me a drink.

Nod your head and drink it.

“…………”

“…………”

What question should I ask next?

I couldn’t think of any specific questions to ask.

We just exchanged drinks several times without saying a word.

“Yuu-san…No.”

Sigh…

Hyoong….

A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie!

“Hyeon─Seong, ah…..”

“….Why?”

The correct Korean language finally came out.

Kyungsoo began to regain his Korean by repeating my name several more times.

“Hyeonseong. Yoo Hyeonseong. Hyeonseong. Hyeonseong-ah.”

The voice gradually begins to deepen.

A look in your eyes that you don’t know if you’re regaining your memory or remembering it again.

I slowly calmed down and by the time my voice became straight.

“….Chingguya.”

“Damn.”

Is the child sober, or is he drunk?

Kyungsoo smiled awkwardly and poured me a drink.

“Umm…Um. I’m making a chingu…”

“Stop the damn thing.”

“Is it Dengmaru? Isn’t it Geojingmaru?”

“If I keep mixing up Japanese pronunciation, it will happen again?”

“….I’m sorry.”

The appearance of trying to fix something by forcing yourself to be conscious of it.

‘It’s actually more creepy.’

Uselessly obedient.

It feels like seeing a well-trained dog.

I found it very disgusting to see the guy who before would have said, “Who cares?

“…But friends are real. Because Hyunseong forgave you.”

Once I started to be conscious of it, my pronunciation improved.

At the same time, I asked Kyungsoo again about something I couldn’t just ignore.

“I forgave you?”

“………….”

Only then did Kyungsoo begin to talk.

His own story.

His own past.

“After I got married, I moved to another mid-sized company.”

The reason I got married was to make it easier to change jobs.

No matter how much Kyung-soo was, he had to pay for his crime by stealing someone else’s woman and marrying her.

Holding on to that and holding on to company S was like saying that I had no intention of seeing anything more than an employee.

Kyungsoo, who was originally somewhat ambitious, chose to become the head of a snake rather than the tail of a dragon.

But

“…The salary decreased, and the debt increased.”

The opponent, Jiyeon Kim, did not consider Kyungsoo’s condition.

Rather, I put pressure on them, asking if they went through all that trouble just to go to small and medium-sized businesses.

I did not hesitate to personally insult him and grab him by the collar.

‘It’s worth it.’

I married my husband believing he was from a large S company, but when I opened my eyes, I realized he was a mid-sized company.

There must have been a sense of betrayal and it must have been absurd.

In the meantime, even the amount of money you earn decreases.

I can see the future.

I can already see the future.

“The amount of money spent did not decrease. In fact, it continued to increase.”

What happens after you give birth there?

They are even deprived of their economic rights because they say they will take care of their children, provide domestic help, and use their meager salary (more than 4 million won) rationally.

“…I worked hard. My performance went up. My rank also went up.”

Still, she worked for her family.

I worked for my wife and daughter.

Thanks to this, my results continued to soar day by day, and before I knew it, I realized that I had the confidence to go to the Japanese branch and work there.

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“I made a lot of money….”

I couldn’t even breathe.

Even a short break was a luxury.

Keep your head down, work, drink coffee, work.

The result of running a white company as if it were a black company was, of course, money.

But──what is the result?

“….Not a penny left.”

I heard there is a negative bank account.

That wasn’t just one either.

One of the things I brought with me when I bought the house.

In addition, there are loans, gambling, luxury, and even overseas travel.

The negative bank account opened up by stealing one’s own name goes beyond one hand and extends to two hands.

The problem was that I had the ability and endured it instead of not having the ability at all.

“That…It’s so unfair, I hate it, it’s hard, I don’t have the confidence to endure it…!”

Divorced.

I filed for divorce.

So what’s left?

“……f*ck.”

The house is in joint names.

3,000,000,000 Won, even though I paid it off with my own money, it was in a joint account.

They say the reason for the divorce is also because of the husband’s problems.

The problem is that she neglected her wife. It is the husband’s fault for leaving his wife and her family alone.

Later, I found out that he bribed my lawyer with my own money.

Custody is meaningless.

To begin with, the child doesn’t even know my name.

You know about ATMs that just give you money.

“Shibaal…..!”

What was left at the end of the lawsuit was an insane amount of debt in his name.

It’s not even a semi-basement studio, but a single-room gosiwon.

Youth flew away. Shoes with open soles and a suit with the number 7 on it.

Even the job I had was dismissed during the litigation process.

“Uuuk….Ugh….Keuuu”

Even if there was just one thing, everything that took my breath away hit me all at once.

I just couldn’t bear it.

I wanted to die right away.

Because it was unfair.

I am upset.

Because it’s hard.

I was so frustrated.

I can’t hold on any longer.

So──when I decided to jump off the bridge.

“…You caught it.”

“…………”

Lawsuit case between Kim Ji-yeon and Gwang Hwang-su.

It has become an issue and controversy in its own way, and it has become something that everyone who knows is aware of.

It’s also on the news. It also comes up on broadcast.

That’s why I came here. He said he came to see him.

“You caught me.”

Why?

Why?

Are you trying to ask me to live?

“I don’t mind dying.”

No.

I wasn’t like that.

In the first place, I wasn’t the type of person to do that.

“It’s okay even if I die right now.”

Because I already knew.

Because I also knew ‘Kim Ji-yeon’.

Because I knew how hellish the time I spent with that b*tch was.

That’s why I couldn’t possibly ask for my life.

“But before that….”

Just

I would have told you this.

“”Let’s have a drink.””

…Same overlapping voices.

Kyungsoo and I drank our glasses at the same time.

“You forgave me that day. If you were going to go, you said to do so in peace.”

“…So. Do you feel at ease when you leave?”

“……..”

“I’m sorry.”

There is no way the guy who is leaving will feel at ease.

Kyungsoo and I continued to drink.

Talk about Jiyeon Kim

Talking about each other’s lives

Recalling the days before regression, the days when I was deeply hurt, empathizing and feeling pain rather than reminiscing.

“Honto… Omae-san should have no conscience at all…!”

“I told you to write in Japanese, so damn…”

“Onna no koman yoninnante dooka sitteruze!”

“hahahaha! Do you know what this is? It’s Cheokhwabida, you bastard!”

Like that

I repeated the story all night long.

“…Here?”

And around that time, in the case of Jiyeon Kim.

“…….???”

I went after Gwang Hwan-soo’s cell phone.

We arrived at the bridge over the Han River.

It is said to be missing underneath.