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In Wonjinโs dark eyes, he saw a reflection of red liquid. Blood was dripping from Dowonโs hand.
There was so much blood that it must have hurt quite a bit, but Dowon, as if he didnโt feel any pain, stared blankly at the broken glass in the sink.
Having served as Dowonโs assistant for a long time, Wonjin had often… no, almost every day, thought that Dowon didnโt seem human.
Dowon often couldnโt empathize with other peopleโs emotions and sometimes didnโt even understand his own feelings.
He was like a robot or a psychopath, missing a crucial part of being human.
Frankly, Wonjin found him unsettling.
โDo you have a first-aid kit at home?โ
Despite his reluctance, Wonjin approached Dowon out of a sense of duty.
As he reached out to check his condition, Dowon brushed him off irritably.
โWhy donโt you just go home, wash up, and get some sleep? Iโll take care of it myself.โ
โThen at least let me clean up the glass…โ
โIโll do it, so just leave.โ
Wiping off his blood indifferently, Dowon pushed Wonjin out of the house.
That guy, Cha Dowon, has probably never cleaned up something like this in his life.
Wonjin quickly added.
โDirector Cha, when youโre cleaning up the broken glass, make sure not to handle it with bare hands…โ
Before Wonjin could finish speaking, the door closed with a click, and the sound of the door lock engaging followed.
Wonjin stared blankly at the front door like a dog that had lost its chase, then ran a hand nervously through his hair as he walked towards the elevator.
If Dowon was truly planning to quit his job and cut ties with Chairman Cha Heeseok, then Wonjin would have no further reason to cross paths with him.
He shouldnโt care, yetโฆ
Wonjin couldnโt shake the feeling that Dowon might be contemplating something drastic.
Turning his house into a cluttered mess, talking about opening a chicken restaurantโif he was planning to do everything heโd never done in his life before dyingโฆ
Even though Wonjin knew that the man, who wasnโt quite human, wouldnโt do such a thing, a nagging feeling made him bite his lip.
At that moment, his phone rang. It was a call from Cha Heeseok, the chairman of Seongjin Group and Dowonโs grandfather.
Wonjin quickly answered.
โYes, Chairman. Iโve received your call.โ
โYes, Manager Ha. What did Director Cha say?โ
Even though they werenโt speaking face-to-face but only over the phone, Wonjin could still feel the charisma befitting Cha Heeseokโs position. He answered in a deliberately calm voice.
โDirector Cha said he has no intention of returning to the companyโฆโ
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the phone, and Wonjin had to make an effort to appease Heeseokโs anger.
The call, which felt like an eternity but lasted less than five minutes, finally ended.
โSighโฆโ
Caught between both sides, what a nightmare. Wonjin sighed deeply as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.
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[When cleaning up glass, avoid doing it with bare hands to prevent cuts! Itโs best to wear rubber gloves and start with the larger pieces first!]
After finishing some rough first aid with whatever he could find around the house, Dowon nodded as he read a life hack on someoneโs blog.
Ever since heโd looked up information on obsessive-compulsive behavior, Dowon had made it a habit to search for anything he didnโt know.
โRubber gloves? I guess I should buy some.โ
Dowon slowly got to his feet.
While he was out, he should also buy a first aid kitโฆ
As he mentally organized what he needed to do, he noticed that Wonjin had left his car keys behind.
Dowon thought he should hurry up and move before Wonjin showed up unannounced again.
To a house where someone obsessed with control would never live.
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Not long after Wonjin left his house, Dowon changed his phone and number and started looking for a new place to move.
He scouted out four locations, but none of them appealed to him.
Then, the last house he visited caught his eye.
It was precariously situated on the outskirts of the metropolitan area, with passable transportation options.
The house was on the fifth floor, but there was no elevator, and the interior design was so poorly executed that each wall had a different wallpaper.
The small, narrow living room with its gaudy floral wallpaper was particularly outstanding.
A controlling person living in a place like thisโฆ Half the readers of this trashy novel would probably drop it.
โNot bad.โ
After finishing his tour of the last house, Dowon stepped outside.
At that moment, the door to the neighboring house opened, and a man emerged.
The manโs eyes widened as soon as he saw Dowon.
โUhโฆโ
The man was taller and bulkier than Dowon, with reddish-brown hair and sharp, upturned eyes.
His dark brown eyes locked onto Dowonโs face as Dowon slowly crossed his arms.
After a brief silence, the man cursed.
โWhat the hell? Why are you coming out of there? And whatโs with your outfit?โ
Seo Jihoon, one of the candidates for the male lead in this novel and Lee Eungyeolโs childhood friend, glared at Dowon, criticizing his messy hairstyle and strange clothes.
Dowon didnโt want to respond to this uncouth guy who was all talk and no substance, but ignoring him and walking away felt too much like something the original Cha Dowon would do, so he decided to reply.
โIโm looking for a place to move. This house isnโt too bad.โ
โWhy would someone like you move to this backwater?โ
โSo you do realize that you live in a backwater?โ
At Dowonโs deliberately provoking words, a vein bulged on Jihoonโs temple.
But he slowly calmed himself and retorted sarcastically.
โYeah, so why donโt you go live somewhere fancy, like with a Han River view?โ
โThanks for the suggestion, but even the Han River view gets boring after a while.โ
โThis bastardโฆโ
Dowon leaned against the railing and looked down.
He could see a spacious parking lot below. His liking for the house increased.
โLiving here seems like a good choice.โ
Dowon muttered to himself, nodding. Jihoon, who happened to overhear, grimaced.
โWhatโs good about it? I have no intention of becoming your neighbor, so get lost.โ
Dowon didnโt particularly relish the idea of becoming Jihoonโs neighbor either.
But the thought of sticking it to the author made the situation more appealing.
The more he thought about it, the more Dowon wanted this house.
โWhy are you telling me what to do? If you donโt want to see me, you should be the one to move.โ
โWhy do you want to move here anyway? Whatโs your game?โ
โGame? Thereโs no game.โ
โDonโt act like youโd move to a place like this for no reason. I heard it all. You got dumped by Eungyeol, didnโt you?โ
Jihoon grinned arrogantly.
โEungyeol didnโt return your feelings, so now youโre trying to use me, right?โ
Dowon inwardly applauded Jihoonโs overconfidence.
He would need to have some value to be used. To Dowon, Jihoon was utterly worthless.
โWith that dull brain of yours, maybe you should try writing. With your imagination, you might be better at it than making petit rolls.โ
โWhat did you just say?โ
Tired of dealing with Jihoon, Dowon left first.
He had already wasted five minutes on a guy who didnโt understand words, so he supposed he had been rather kind today.
โYou crazy bastardโฆ Just try moving into this house.โ
Jihoon growled threateningly at Dowonโs back, but Dowon let the useless threat go in one ear and out the other.
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Not long after, Dowon moved into the house next to Jihoonโs. His new home was bustling with workers installing the furniture Dowon had bought, starting early in the morning.
A pink refrigerator, a mint-colored air conditionerโDowon smiled contentedly at the sight of his colorful home.
He thought he should fill the fridge with everything except Evian.
As he pondered this, he heard the door next door open, and Jihoon stepped out, his face still groggy with sleep.
โWhatโs with all the noise so early in the morning?โ
โGood morning.โ
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Jihoonโs expression hardened the moment he saw Dowon greeting him.
โGood morning, my ass. Donโt you think actually moving in here is a bit much?โ
โI donโt.โ
Jihoonโs face twisted even more at Dowonโs unwavering response.
โUgh, go somewhere else! I really donโt want to be your neighbor.โ
As Jihoon complained, Dowon let out a mocking laugh.
โYou should probably go back to elementary school. Every person has the right to choose where they live. So, who do you think you are to order me around?โ
โWith your money, you can live anywhere you want. But why here? Admit it, youโre just doing this to mess with me.โ
โWhy would I waste my precious time messing with you? You know, excessive self-awareness can be a sickness. Maybe you should see a doctor?โ
โDamn it. I canโt even talk to you.โ
Jihoon swore and retreated back into his house. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in Dowon’s ears.
Is he running away because he can’t win with words? What a pathetic guy.
Dowon looked disdainfully at the spot where Jihoon had disappeared and suddenly had a thought.
Cha Dowon did not get along with any of the potential male leads in the story, including Seo Jihoon.
So, he figured that if he befriended those guys instead, he might be able to ruin PetitRollang’s novel.
However, getting along with Ha Wonjin, who had betrayed him, was emotionally impossible, and getting along with Baek Seonwoo, who constantly picked fights, was physically repulsive.
That left Seo Jihoon as the only option.
The idea of getting close to such a hot-headed and simple guy already felt exhausting to Dowon, but he picked up his phone, thinking that he could endure it if it meant messing with PetitRollang.
[How to Become Friends with Your Neighbor]
When he typed it into the search bar, an article suggested giving out rice cakes to build a close relationship with neighbors.
Rice cakes. Rice cakes…
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He’s gonna make rice cakes? Lmao he probably doesn’t even know how to ๐
I laughed at the backwater comment ๐คฃ
JAJAJAJAHHA buscaba todo en internet, tan yo ๐ค๐
Thatโd be so hilarious lmao