The Genius Composer Starts Again - Chapter 63
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Shin Ha-yeon.
Who was she?
The deep emotional lines contained within short and concise sentences always moved listeners. Long lingering feelings followed like a tail.
Some people even counted Mun Ah-rin and Shin Ha-yeon as the two greatest outputs from our Korea University cohort.
‘So that Shin Ha-yeon is this person.’
Shin Ha-yeon in front of me was still clutching the tissue tightly.
She had just broken down, but in my eyes I could see that brilliant talent. In my vision with Gem Appraisal activated, Shin Ha-yeon was shining so brightly that I could barely make out her face properly.
‘Turn off Gem Appraisal.’
As I muttered inwardly, I could finally see Shin Ha-yeon’s face again.
“I knew about you.”
“M-me?”
Shin Ha-yeon tilted her head. She seemed to be trying with all her might to recall when we might have met.
Of course Shin Ha-yeon wouldn’t know me. I had seen Shin Ha-yeon before my regression.
“Actually, I’m a fan.”
“Huh?”
“Those Instagram posts of yours. Every time they appeared on my feed, I thought the sentences were really beautiful.”
“Huh?”
Shin Ha-yeon’s face turned bright red. I didn’t stop there and went one step further.
I held both her hands tightly and whispered with a serious expression.
“Don’t worry about what others say. From my perspective, they were such beautiful and precious words. They comforted me when I was having a hard time.”
Of course, I didn’t even properly know Shin Ha-yeon’s Instagram account.
I naturally spouted lies.
No, it wasn’t even a lie. It was true that Shin Ha-yeon’s lyrics had comforted me before my regression.
“…Come on. You’re just saying that, right? You don’t need to comfort me like that.”
“I’m serious. The line that impressed me most was…”
I recalled Shin Ha-yeon’s interview.
-Looking back now, it was nothing. But at the time, I thought the world was collapsing. The lyrics I wrote this time actually include words I wrote back in those young days.
-Could you tell us which part that is?
-Of course. It’s this part that comes in the chorus. So…
“Night comes to remember the unforgettable things… right?”
When I recited that one sentence from memory, Shin Ha-yeon gasped.
“Y-yes, that’s right!”
Instead, she grabbed my hands tightly and exclaimed.
“Are you really my fan? Did my words really comfort you…?!”
“I told you they did.”
“What should I do…”
Shin Ha-yeon hung her head low again. Her shoulders trembled slightly.
This time I quietly extended my hand.
“So don’t worry about what people say, and I hope you’ll keep doing what you’ve been doing.”
Shin Ha-yeon seemed to lose her words for a moment,
then very slowly nodded her head.
“I’ll try writing again.”
Shin Ha-yeon’s voice now carried a firm strength.
“No matter what anyone says.”
I nodded. Good, this prevented the worst-case scenario of Shin Ha-yeon breaking her pen.
The problem was how to make this person my ally.
If I suddenly asked her to become the lyricist for my song, she’d be flustered. What should I say to persuade her? I was pondering this when…
“What’s your name?”
Shin Ha-yeon had stopped crying and was looking at me.
“Me?”
“Yes. You know my name. But I don’t even know my number one fan’s name.”
Come to think of it, I hadn’t introduced myself.
“I’m Yoon Seol. I’m a sophomore in the Composition Department, 21 years old.”
“I-I’m Shin Ha-yeon. I’m a sophomore in Creative Writing! I’m one year older because I repeated a year. 22.”
“So you’re my senior. You can speak casually to me.”
“Me too… we’re only one year apart! Just treat me casually.”
“Should I?”
To build familiarity, it would be better to drop the formal speech first.
We’d finished introductions too. While I was wondering what topic to bring up next, Shin Ha-yeon spoke up once more.
“Could you… give me your phone number?”
“Sure.”
When I entered my phone number into the phone Shin Ha-yeon cautiously offered, she smiled brightly with joy.
“Thank you! You’re the first person to ever say something like that to me.”
Seeing that innocent smile, my conscience, which had been full of ulterior motives, started pricking at me.
“I should be thanking you.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, let’s be good friends from now on.”
When I corrected the words that came out without thinking, Shin Ha-yeon laughed cheerfully.
The wind blew, naturally tousling her hair. In that moment, I had an intuition.
That my connection with Shin Ha-yeon would last for a long time.
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Mun Ah-rin stopped briefly in front of the door.
Through the glass window, she could glimpse the silhouette of a man. There was hardly any movement, and he seemed not to have touched the coffee cup on the table at all.
Mun Ah-rin took out a small mirror from her bag. Her face appeared pale white under the light.
Delicate features, bright and clear skin, and light brown hair that ended around her neck.
When she smiled slightly, her charm was emphasized even more. As if she knew nothing bad at all.
After touching around her eyes with her fingertips, she lightly arranged her hair.
After putting the mirror back in her bag, she also adjusted her outfit.
Then her hand stopped at a shirt button.
“…”
After a brief moment of consideration.
Mun Ah-rin undid one button with her fingertips. The thin fabric parted slightly, and cold air seeped in below her neckline.
The preparation was perfect.
Mun Ah-rin immediately started walking. The light sound of her shoe heels echoed softly each time they touched the floor.
Following the employee’s guidance inside, there sat a man like a painting.
It was Jeong Do-hyun.
“Hello, CEO.”
Mun Ah-rin deliberately used a cheerful voice. She wanted to fully display the freshness typical of a college student her age.
“Thank you for making time like this.”
While doing so, she showed proper courtesy without being excessive.
Jeong Do-hyun slowly raised his head. His eyes briefly scanned over Mun Ah-rin.
“Please sit.”
There was no particular emotion felt in his voice.
She had no idea what he was thinking. But Mun Ah-rin wasn’t nervous.
No matter how great Jeong Do-hyun was, Mun Ah-rin was confident she could toy with him in the palm of her hand.
Because,
Because she had never failed even once.
“I’m surprised.”
Jeong Do-hyun gave a brief assessment.
“To think you’d contact me through my secretary.”
The time the two had met was very brief. It was only that moment right after the Scholarship Recital ended, when Jeong Do-hyun had come to the waiting room to meet Seol.
‘But I can’t just let this connection slip away.’
When Jeong Do-hyun coldly rejected her, Mun Ah-rin immediately switched her target to his secretary.
She had to create some kind of connection with him by any means necessary to plan her next move.
‘And it actually worked.’
The fact that Jeong Do-hyun was sitting right in front of her was proof of that.
“If I was rude, I apologize. I’m sorry.”
She softened her eyebrows and made a pitiful expression. It was a face that no one could resist forgiving.
Jeong Do-hyun was still looking at her with indifference, but he didn’t press her further either.
“So then.”
He moved straight to the main point.
“What exactly is this method?”
The reason Mun Ah-rin had been able to hook Jeong Do-hyun like this was because the matter she had conveyed through his secretary was quite intriguing.
“A method to change Seol’s mind. You said you knew of one, didn’t you.”
Mun Ah-rin smiled inwardly.
‘Thank you, Seol.’
While outwardly putting on an anxious expression as if she couldn’t bear how worried she was about Seol.
“I was so shocked when I heard that Seol had rejected the sponsorship. As I mentioned before, I did think Seol seemed to be feeling a lot of psychological burden lately. But I never thought she’d throw away such a good opportunity like this.”
It was a sweet whisper.
It made Seol’s rejection of Jeong Do-hyun’s sponsorship sound like she had made the wrong choice.
“That’s why I urgently contacted you, CEO. I couldn’t just sit by and watch.”
Mun Ah-rin clasped her hands together tightly as if she had mustered up courage with great difficulty.
“You want Seol to receive sponsorship and continue her creative activities comfortably too, don’t you, CEO. I think I might be able to help you.”
“How exactly can you help?”
At that question, Mun Ah-rin immediately continued.
“Sponsor me instead.”
A quiet smile spread across her lips.
“Not Seol, but me.”
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