I didn't even expect to have a long conversation with him, but I didn't know that I would leave the divorce to a lawyer as if I was dealing with such a troublesome matter.
As if he had nothing more to say, Do-heon passed Cheong-yeon and walked toward the front door. Cheongyeon stared blankly at his back.
Is it this easy to divorce a conglomerate? The last 10 days, which I had been thinking about countless times, were disheartening and wasteful.
“… Come back safely."
Unknowingly, Cheongyeon greeted him as usual. I was going to say goodbye It's scary because it's a habit.
The door closed without an answer, and only the familiar silence lingered in the house.
Doheon remained indifferent to Cheongyeon until the end. As if there was no such thing as regret.
After talking with the lawyer who visited the house instead of Doheon, Cheongyeon went up to this floor. And I took my suitcase out of my dressing room. When I opened the drawer, the clothes and underwear I usually wore were the first things I could get my hands on.
“Damn it, I’m not sure if I should have sex once a month, but why are there so many panties?”
Looking at the dripping underwear, Cheongyeon muttered angrily. Whether I'm wearing a bulky shirt or a t-shirt, Mun Do-heon wouldn't blink an eye. annoying.
Cheongyeon, who had been swearing, touched her forehead for a moment as she felt a tingling in front of her eyes.
“Oh, it’s dizzy.”
I got a headache because I was moving a bit violently, probably because my body was weak from fasting for 10 days.
Cheongyeon, who had all her things packed in a calming motion, stopped while trying to close the zipper of the suitcase.
“Shall I bring some skin and lotion… .”
It is an expensive cosmetic that costs several hundred per set. Even though he married a mandol and retired, his former occupation is a celebrity. What if there is an article saying that your skin is rotten as soon as you get divorced?
I know that there are no media outlets to write articles about me, but Cheongyeon finished her rationalization and packed her cosmetics.
“Wow… . That would be enough.”
Cheongyeon closed the suitcase, wiping away the tears that were leaking out. I thought I didn't have much, but it was bulky. It was heavy enough to make a billion sound.
I've never heard anything this heavy in years, so I was embarrassed. Although he was treated as a troublemaker at home, he was given a meal, but as a chaebol, he did not have to do physical labor with an attendant whenever he did something.
It was unfamiliar to me that I was doing such a frivolous thing.
"ha."
Cheongyeon put aside the rushing thoughts and got up. I didn't get my meals on time for ten days, so whenever I moved with my suitcase, my body staggered. Still, he did not give in and went down to the living room on the first floor.
I felt like I had missed something, but I didn't have time to calmly check my luggage. Because I wanted to get out of this disgusting and lonely house as soon as possible.
“Are you leaving now?”
"yes."
Employees gathered and watched. They quickly rushed to help Cheong-yeon, who was carrying a suitcase the size of her own body and descending the wobbly stairs. However, Cheongyeon raised her hand to stop them all.
"That's Okay. I'm done talking with the lawyer, so I'm no longer from this family.”
“… still."
In fact, it would take a few days to process the paperwork perfectly, but still, since both of them signed the divorce papers, they were like everyone else.
Originally, even a consensual divorce would have required a period of deliberation for about a month, but the divorce due to Omega's infertility does not require even that, so the procedure is completed in ten days, the lawyer explained.
Should I call this a bummer or a lucky one? Cheongyeon laughed inwardly.
As for the property, Cheong-yeon said firmly that she did not want to be divided, and since there is no part that even contributes to recognition, the divorce process is going to proceed at a very high speed.
“Thank you so far. Good-bye."
“I will drive you to your destination.”
As soon as I stood in front of the front door, the driver hurriedly came out and tried to steal Cheongyeon's suitcase.
“Am I not from this house?”
“But if you know that you have gone alone like this, you will definitely be angry.”
“Why is that person angry?”
“… Yes?"
The driver was bewildered at Cheongyeon's reckless remark.
Unsurprisingly, Cheongyeon has been calling Doheon by appropriate titles over the past three years as her husband or Mr. Doheon. This was the first time I had rudely referred to him as 'that person'.
“I’ll take care of it.”
He opened the heavy front door by himself, and Cheong-yeon whimpered and dragged the suitcase out. The gazes behind my back were stinging, but I didn't even know it anymore.
because it's all over
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“Thank you for your support, Little Eye! uh? Why do I feel like I haven't seen you in a very long time? Haven't you been to Labang these days? … But what were you talking about? ah! right. We were talking about meeting a fan. At that tteokbokki restaurant, an old fan recognized me and brought me... .”
Bang bang bang!
“Hey, Kim Ji-han! Open the door!”
Kim Ji-han, who had been arguing for a while in front of two large monitors, was wrinkled by the loud knocking on the front door out of the blue. I was just about to get excited, but when an uninvited guest interrupted me, my anger soared.
“Guys, wait a minute. Sorry. A crazy baby just knocks on the door? I'll go out and see you."
Kim Ji-han, who hurriedly turned off the camera and microphone, stood up. Who are you at this hour? There is no one who will come to you like that. Could it be that your home address was stolen?
Since I quit my idol activities and turned to BJ, there has never been a stalker attached to me. So, it was a strange thing.
“… who are you?"
Kim Ji-han cautiously approached the front door and asked.
“It’s me, you bastard.”
Kim Ji-han was stunned by the voice of the other person shouting confidently.
“Who are you, kid? If I say that, will I understand?"
“Ugh. Can't you even hear my voice?"
In the midst of giving a lot of power to the danjeon as a way to swear, Ji-han Kim flashed the voice of the owner.
“… Whey Yeon?”
"OK. Now, do you understand her voice?”
As soon as he heard the answer, Jihan Kim turned the doorknob. The two-room front door located on this floor opened with a squeaking and squeaking sound.
As soon as the front door opened, Cheongyeon came in with a large suitcase.
“Hey, you’re really Yoo Cheong-yeon… .”
"hey. Have you been living well?”
“What is this, all of a sudden.”
“Let me be indebted to you for a while.”
"What? What kind of bullshit are you talking about after all? . Now, wait a minute. I was in a lab room, but I'll turn it off and come back. Just wait.”
Kim Ji-han belatedly realized that he was on the air and ran to the computer. I turned off the broadcasting lights that stung my eyes and turned on the microphone to say hello.
“Guys, I’m sorry. A guest suddenly came to my house and I think I should stop indulging myself today. I will solve the story of the fan meeting in the next broadcast. I'm really sorry. hi!"
While he was ending the broadcast, Chung-yeon went inside and looked around the inside. A light and a microphone were set in front of the computer monitor. It was rather simple for broadcast equipment.
“Were you on air?”
"uh. I'm BJ After all, it’s a male cam.”
“… Is there any demand?”
Cheongyeon looked Kim Ji-han up and down and said. Except for the slight touch on his hair, it was more ordinary than when he was a member of the same idol group DEX.
“Don’t be silly and tell me why you came all of a sudden. Did you have a fight?”
“No, I’m divorced.”
"What?"
Cheongyeon casually spread her suitcase on the living room floor. Kim Ji-han came closer in surprise.
“No, that JT tycoon… Who is it."
“Do-Hun Moon.”
“Yes, Moon Do-Hun. Did you divorce the chaebol?”
"uh."
"when?"
"today."
Cheongyeon sighed and took out her clothes. Kim Ji-han was at a loss for words for a moment. Without any explanation, only the sound of luggage being taken out echoed through the room.
Jihan Kim was one of the same age members of the idol group DEX, where Cheongyeon debuted at the age of 22. Of course, it had been a long time since the bankruptcy and disbandment, and while Cheong-yeon was married, Kim Ji-han was making a living by running a route through internet broadcasting.
"hey… . Were you kicked out?”
"no. It came out on my feet.”
Cheongyeon, who answered involuntarily, wanted to miss her belatedly. They asked for a divorce first and came out on their own, but if they listened to the circumstances before and after that, anyone would think that Cheongyeon was the first to hit the player in order not to be kicked out somehow.
“I feel like I was kicked out… .”
“Hey, why? Shit, when do you suddenly ask to get married? Rich bastards do, then.”
Kim Ji-han, who did not know the English language, made a fuss.
“But Yoo Cheong-yeon, haven’t you been doing well? Even though the people in that house weren't cheap, the other day they said it was better than when they were idols... .”
“You fool. Even if you go out and do manual labor, it’s more comfortable than running around with a small mandrel.”
“That’s right… What."
Cheongyeon, who broke into an old member's house without warning, shamelessly took out the clothes she was wearing today.
“But why did you come to my house? This is how I get some money and buy a house.”
“… … .”
“Did you get kicked out penniless? crazy bastard.”
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