The Hit Song of This Life Is Revenge - Chapter 67

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This life’s hit song is revenge.
Episode 67
Sunlight caught halfway on the heavy blue curtain.
A bed pressed flush against the gallery-clean wall.
Yoo Young-jae reached overhead, above the black leather headboard.
A short vibration rang out.
He skimmed a few lines of text and flipped the cell phone face-down.
“Sigh…”
It was nothing consequential.
A report trivial enough to drift back to sleep over.
So why did it irritate him?
[Lee Jae-i. She’s back from Nutube filming. Album prep looks like it’ll start soon.]
One eyebrow slowly furrowed.
For Lee Jae-i, moving fast was the right call.
Strike while the show’s heat hasn’t cooled.
He’d expected her to start with self-composed song production.
That was the easiest route to touch.
Or she’d do a variety show instead, or a mini album at the latest.
‘But Nutube?’
He wasn’t ignorant of it. That such choices were trending lately.
But that was closer to a gamble startups threw when chasing a lucky strike.
Rookies needed to walk proven paths to stay safe.
All those rookies from that program supposedly did well.
Picking and appearing on shows with that kind of reputation was the unspoken rule.
‘That’s strange.’
Isn’t Lee Jae-i under Star Entertainment?
Regardless of his own feelings, it was clearly a company with influence.
Plus she had the title of I’m Your Singer Season 3 champion, didn’t she?
Offers should already be pouring in.
Whose idea was this gamble?
Lee Jae-i kept slipping outside his calculations.
She ignored convention, and results came anyway.
That was what irritated him most.
Suddenly the blanket felt heavy.
Yoo Young-jae yanked it back with one hand.
In that moment, another body’s warmth grazed his ankle.
‘Ah.’
Last night he’d thought it soft, but now it was cumbersome.
She’d probably leave a mess of hair behind again.
At his movement, the woman lying beside him slowly turned her head to face him.
“You’re awake?”
Her voice was gentle, but it sounded like a bee buzzing.
Yoo Young-jae swept back his bangs and exhaled through parted lips.
“Do you always wake up this late? When do you practice?”
“I guess I slept really deeply for once…”
The woman, half-risen, grabbed the blanket sliding down with a bashful face.
It wasn’t really a real question anyway.
Yoo Young-jae forced a smile onto his face.
“The other girls are probably practicing right now. Go on, hurry. I need to get ready for work too.”
The words were carefully softened to be gentle.
But the woman didn’t move.
She only blinked, staring at him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Oh… I just… I thought we’d eat breakfast together.”
In that moment, Yoo Young-jae forcibly caught the facial muscles about to twist.
Once his expression was composed, he gazed steadily at the woman.
‘As long as I just look at the face, it’s fine.’
Taste was something he couldn’t help.
Why did he have to be drawn to girls who looked like this?
But the moment those plump lips opened to say something tedious, his interest completely evaporated.
When the woman’s head drooped slightly, her thin, high nose bridge grew sharper.
Then another face overlaid the image.
‘There’s something oddly similar about her.’
Lee Jae-i.
Words that don’t just sting but deeply pierce come flowing out of that mouth without hesitation.
That woman who irritates him just by being remembered, who scatters all his plans.
What would he have felt if it was Lee Jae-i who’d opened her eyes in this bed?
She certainly wouldn’t have stayed still.
Wouldn’t her eyes have swept over him from top to bottom right away?
His blood was already boiling, yet he couldn’t stop the fantasy.
“Ha-hah!”
A ridiculous laugh escaped his lips.
At the forceful exhale, the woman’s shoulders flinched.
Her eyes rolled back, then her head drooped completely.
Yoo Young-jae got up as he was.
Like a daily routine, he walked to the mini bar table and opened the small refrigerator.
Click.
At the sound of unscrewing a water bottle, the woman lifted her head.
Their eyes met again.
Before Yoo Young-jae brought the bottle to his lips, he threw out a line first.
“One night. I can’t stand people who read meaning into things like this.”
The woman’s lips parted to speak, then closed again.
Yoo Young-jae, as if even that reaction was tedious, turned his head and drank the water.
Slip.
The blanket slid from the woman’s body.
Her hands gathered the clothes fallen on the floor, movements hurrying to tidy up.
Yoo Young-jae’s gaze drifted indifferently along the lines the silhouette created.
The woman, barely covering herself in front, retreated backward and opened her mouth quietly.
“I’ll… I’ll go then.”
“Yeah. Looking forward to your Monthly Evaluation. Fighting.”
The tone was far from encouraging.
The vibration ringing across the marble floor grew steadily distant.
By the time the door lock sound came and went, a heavy silence descended.
Yoo Young-jae rested his weight on one shoulder, leaning on the table.
His thoughts tilted just as much as his skewed body angle.
Tap.
One touch woke the cell phone screen.
He moved his finger across the table and tapped three more times.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The final touch unlocked it.
He pressed a line in the call log, then held the phone to his ear.
– Yes. This is Park Seong-ho.
“Tell me more about that text you sent. What did Lee Jae-i do?”
Yoo Young-jae skipped the pleasantries and issued orders first.
Just as the explanation was getting tedious, a familiar name caught his ear.
Son Hyun-joo.
‘Ah.’
Yoo Young-jae’s mouth corner slowly shifted to one side.
Then it made sense.
Someone who’d rolled through the music entertainment industry for years.
There wasn’t a corner of the business he didn’t touch.
If the goal was to leverage connections, it wasn’t a bad choice.
Yoo Young-jae straightened his tilted body.
The moment the report on the other end of the line finished, he didn’t pause and asked again.
“But why hasn’t a manager assignment changed yet?”
– My apologies. If I moved more actively, it might raise suspicion, so I’ve been staying quiet for now.
That’s right.
He wasn’t a man without work sense.
Since years ago, when he was picked up rolling around in the gutter in front of a bar, he’d been like that.
He had a sure feel for what was advantageous in any situation, where the line was.
Even when one person’s windpipe was being cut off.
He’d accepted the proposal without a single wavering pulse.
Even with a refreshed expression.
That’s when Yoo Young-jae thought that bastard would be quite useful.
When Yoo Young-jae’s words trailed off, static seeped through the receiver.
“What.”
– A message seems to have come in. I’ll check later and report.
“Check it, and if there’s something to report, tell me now, quickly.”
The sound of movement came clearly through the receiver.
A moment of silence.
In that interval, Yoo Young-jae’s gaze moved to the water bottle.
Time enough for one water droplet beading on the surface to slide down one notch.
The voice came through the receiver again.
– It’s asking if we can do artist introductions today. I’ll report more after I get back.
This time a perfect arc drew itself on Yoo Young-jae’s lips.
“Yeah. Go on.”
It was a casual remark, but leisure was embedded in it.
Park Seong-ho would soon go meet Lee Jae-i.
At that thought, Yoo Young-jae’s eyes curved with pleasure.
“Hwee. Hwee.”
A whistle naturally spilled from his rounded lips.
Then he stretched his shoulders wide.
He tilted his head back long, then slowly rolled it, and the stiffness gradually eased.
People believe every choice is their own.
They don’t know that every path they’ve entered is actually because someone opened a door for them.
It was a sight that never got old, no matter how many times he saw it.
Most people were better left never knowing, but with Lee Jae-i, he was even willing to tell her.
‘What would that expression be like?’
When his head tilted downward, his eyes lifted to look at the cell phone resting above.
The screen was dark. Black.
But it felt like the next scene was about to play.
‘She stepped right into the board I laid out, didn’t she?’

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