The Genius Composer Starts Again - Chapter 62

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Thud.

 

I barely managed to sit on the bench behind the building. Fatigue washed over me, so I pressed and massaged around my eyes.

 

‘This is driving me crazy.’

 

I had wandered around campus all day using my gem appraisal skill. It was supposed to be a journey to find a decent lyricist, but there were absolutely no results.

 

‘Should I go back to the busy district? I thought students from Korean Literature or Creative Writing departments might be different, so I deliberately came all the way here.’

 

I had come to the complete opposite side from the Music Department Building I usually frequented. No particular gains, just a complete waste of time.

 

‘Finding talent like Cho Yun-je’s isn’t easy. There was a reason he was the top student in his department.’

 

That guy seemed impressive all over again. Right. He proudly made it onto the list of scholarship students, where only 3 are selected from the Composition Department.

 

Even from his freshman year.

 

‘Should I just write it myself?’

 

I was starting to have such thoughts. I wasn’t great at it, but I did know the basics of lyric writing.

 

Before my regression, among the countless self-composed songs, I used to write lyrics myself for songs that I thought would be good with lyrics.

 

Of course, I couldn’t say my skills were outstanding. But since they were songs I composed, I had a high understanding of the music, which gave me an advantage over others.

 

If someone asked me to write lyrics for someone else’s song, I definitely couldn’t do it.

 

‘Or should I just ask Producer Min Chan-hyeok once? To introduce me to a decent lyricist among the crew members.’

 

It would be embarrassing to ask for help again, but Min Chan-hyeok probably wouldn’t refuse.

 

It was a bit reluctant to work with a lyricist who wasn’t my person and have to reveal my face.

 

If I met them wearing a hat and mask, it probably wouldn’t matter much.

 

It was while I was lost in thought with these various concerns. I began to hear sounds I hadn’t noticed while resting my tired body.

 

Sniffle, sniffle, sniff.

 

“…”

 

Small sobs could be heard from a secluded spot.

 

At first it was so faint I thought I might have heard wrong, but the clear sniffling sounds of a blocked nose were unmistakable.

 

When I carefully lifted my head, I saw a female student crouched in a shaded area.

 

She was wearing a black hoodie pulled up, completely hugging her knees.

 

Dressed in all black from head to toe and positioned in that corner like that, it was understandable that I hadn’t noticed her.

 

‘Is she crying?’

 

Something sad must have happened.

 

I could see her shoulders trembling. If she was secretly hiding and crying, it would be awkward if a stranger suddenly appeared and sat nearby.

 

‘Should I move away?’

 

But I was too tired to even move a finger.

 

It was because I had overused gem appraisal.

 

‘Should I just pretend not to notice?’

 

She didn’t seem to want acknowledgment either.

 

Sniff!

 

When the nose-blowing sound echoed loudly, I finally rummaged through my bag and pulled out tissues.

 

I moved a few steps from my spot and carefully extended them.

 

“…Here.”

 

The female student seemed to lift her head slightly, then buried it deep again. Then she took the tissues with a small trembling hand.

 

I stepped back a little, and then heard the sound of her blowing her nose.

 

Just as I thought that was enough and was about to turn around,

 

“Sob, waaaaah!”

 

The female student suddenly began to wail.

 

Her crying burst out loudly. As if the emotions she had been holding back had completely crumbled with just one tissue.

 

“Are, are you okay?”

 

I reflexively asked without thinking.

 

“Sob, the tissue, hic, tis, hiccup, tissue…”

 

“Yes. What about the tissue?”

 

She was hiccupping so much she couldn’t even speak properly.

 

“Why did you give me a tissue… Waaaaah!”

 

Then she burst into tears again.

 

What? Does she have some bad memory with tissues? As I couldn’t hide my confusion, the female student continued.

 

“If you do this, hiccup, if you do this, the tears won’t stop…! At times like this, hic, when someone treats me warmly, sniff! It makes me cry more!”

 

“…Is that so?”

 

What was I supposed to do about that? As I scratched the back of my neck, the female student immediately sniffled and lifted her head.

 

Her eyes were red, and tears had soaked the edge of her hood.

 

‘I feel like I’ve seen this face somewhere?’

 

But even when I tried to recall, I couldn’t think of anything. Before my regression, I lived such a closed school life that I barely knew people from my own department, let alone people from other departments.

 

Where did I see her?

 

Maybe she’s a regular customer at the cafe where Mun Ah-rin works part-time.

 

As I tilted my head, the female student spoke first.

 

“I’m sorry. I was just holding it in tightly. But when I received comfort, the tears just, just started flowing…”

 

She wiped her tears with the tissue while constantly glancing at me. I could feel her excessively reading my mood.

 

Soon she offered a small thanks in a voice wet with tears.

 

“Thank you. For the tissue.”

 

“It’s nothing. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

 

She seemed to have calmed down a bit, so maybe I should get up now.

 

I was trying to escape this uncomfortable situation.

 

Grip.

 

“…?”

 

The hand grabbing my sleeve wouldn’t let go.

 

I tried to take another step, but she was so strong that she absolutely wouldn’t release me.

 

Eventually, I had no choice but to sit back down next to her due to force majeure.

 

“Actually, I’m her.”

 

She suddenly started telling her story.

 

“The Meta sophomore disease girl.”

 

“…Excuse me?”

 

“You know the popular post that went up on Meta. That’s me.”

 

“Sorry, but I don’t use Meta.”

 

I had heard there was an anonymous community shared among students. But I rarely used it except when making my class schedule or searching for course reviews.

 

Sorry, but I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

 

“Here.”

 

The phone she suddenly held out showed a post.

 

[ Even sophomore disease coming at my age seems like luck ]

 

Every time I see kids spouting nonsense on Instagram stories, my cringe level rises

 

(Screenshot of Instagram story with emotional text)

 

“I hope someone reads my writing and pauses for just a moment” – the hashtag below this is the killer part lololol

 

#dailyline #emotionalwriting #creativewritingdepartmentlife

 

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

 

The comments below were all mockery.

 

→Emotional manipulation crazy

 

→Use this time to prepare for job hunting instead

 

→Major cringe lololololol

 

→Ugh, there are always kids who keep posting this kind of stuff on their stories lol They’re basically advertising “I’m such a sensitive and delicate person” but it’s just cringey and annoying when they spam their stories with it

 

→Someone please take away their phone

 

“I used to share passages from books I liked, or phrases that came to mind. But I guess that’s such a funny thing to do.”

 

She stumbled over her words intermittently. She swallowed her breath and exhaled again.

 

“Everyone must think it’s cringeworthy, right? It’s embarrassing. People who know me will notice this post is about me. How am I supposed to go to school from now on?”

 

Her eyes welled up again. As if she was about to burst into tears at any moment.

 

Suddenly, I realized I had heard this story somewhere before.

 

-When I was in college, I used to post emotional phrases on my personal SNS. I got teased for it, and it really hurt my young heart.

 

A breeze swept by.

 

The leaves on the tree behind the bench swayed gently. Thanks to that, sunlight cut through the gaps and brightly illuminated her face.

 

Only then did I recognize her at once.

 

She looked so much younger than in my memories that I hadn’t realized it until now.

 

“Shin Ha-yeon.”

 

When I spoke that name aloud, her eyes widened in surprise.

 

“How do you know my name? Did I tell you? Huh? No, I didn’t.”

 

Of course I know it.

 

Though it’s one-sided knowledge on my part.

 

The genius lyricist who created countless hit songs and touched many people’s hearts with her emotional and delicate lyrics.

 

Shin Ha-yeon.

 

She was right there in front of me.

 

[ SYSTEM – V1.0 ]

 

> You have discovered an undiscovered talent!

 

> Discovered talent: Unprecedented Lyricist (SSS)

 

> Sometimes even a single line of lyrics can move the world.

 

Her disheveled hair sticking out everywhere, her dampened cheeks. Her reddened eyes and the dark circles that had settled heavily beneath them.

 

One side of her hoodie string was untied, and the worn-out bag beside her was half-open, revealing its contents completely.

 

There were even pen marks scattered all over it.

 

Despite the traces of tears not yet faded, and everything being a complete mess without a single decent corner.

 

I looked at her and smiled brightly.

 

‘Jackpot!’

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