Ji Pyeong's POV
Do san's words ring in my head throughout the entire journey back. Are you jealous?
Am I jealous? Why should I be jealous?
A ball of emotion that I can't name unfolds in me. The words keep ringing in my head.
Are you jealous? Are you jealous? Are you jealous?
"This is absurd." I laugh, walking up and down my apartment. "Gosh, as if I have time to get jealous." I laugh to myself.
My entire being feels flustered. I'm too restless to sit down or wash up. I pace up and down, up and down. The fury in my chest seems to grow stronger and brighter.
"Yeong-sil, what is jealousy?" I ask.
"Jealousy is the title of a TV series." Yeong sil says in the same polite voice.
I glare at him in frustration.
"Are you messing with me too?" I ask, annoyed. "What is the definition of the word?" I vent my frustration on Yeong sil.
"Jealousy refers to the feeling you get when you think the person you like loves someone else more than you." Yeong sil recites in his polite voice.
"What? The person I like?" I throw my head back in disbelief. I lean forward and point my finger at Yeong sil.
"Hey! This is not the situation here! I-" As I wave my pointing finger at Yeong sil, the image of removing the thread from Dal mi's head suddenly flashes across my mind.
I pause and look at that hand. The hand that lightly brushed against Dal mi's hair. It's as if I'm looking at someone else's hand. And yet, there is something that pulls me in. Something that calls me to soak in that memory.
"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that." Yeong sil's voice rings.
I look away from my hand. As I look up, my eyes go to the plant that Dal mi left in the office. The plant that was originally given to Nam Do san...
Which Nam Do san did she really intend to give the plant to?
"It's nothing, Yeong sil. That situation doesn't apply to me anyway." I quickly shove my hand into my pocket. It's as if my hand has turned into a ringing phone. It beckons me to answer it; it beckons me to think of her again.
"The situation doesn't apply to me..." I say slowly. But my eyes remain fixed on the plant sitting on my window.
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