dkrc Chapter 69 He Has Me in His Heart
Chapter 69 He Has Me in His Heart
Kim Jisoo wiped away her tears, turned and walked towards the door, but stopped after taking two steps without looking back.
"Oppa, eat well. Sleep well. Take care of your health and don't stay up too late."
She paused, trying to keep her voice from trembling.
"If possible, it's best not to work night shifts. Staying up late is really bad for your health."
Then she reached for the doorknob.
Just then...
dong dong dong.
Someone knocked on the door.
Kim Jisoo froze.
Her hand was still outstretched in mid-air, only ten centimeters from the doorknob.
Li Zhengyi immediately jumped up from his chair and lowered his voice.
"Don't make a sound, don't open the door."
He walked over, gently pushed Kim Jisoo into the room, and then walked to the door himself.
The door opened a crack, and a girl wearing a green convenience store vest stood outside.
Its beak is upturned high, like a duck's.
Choi Ye-na.
He did look somewhat flustered.
"what?"
Li Zhengyi stood in the doorway, his attitude not particularly enthusiastic.
"Something's happened. There's some kind of system notification at the cash register that keeps flashing and beeping. My dad's not here, so I restarted the machine as you said. Then it popped up some kind of initialization settings page. I clicked on an option, and then another warning box popped up. It's all in English, and I can't understand it. I'm afraid I'll break the cash register, and my dad will kill me when he gets back."
She spoke the whole thing in one breath, barely taking a breath in between.
Li Zhengyi glanced back at the room.
Kim Jisoo stood in the corner, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide open.
He turned back and took a deep breath.
"Okay, okay, I'll go."
He walked out the door, closed it behind him, and then followed Choi Ye-na downstairs.
"How many times have I told you to back up your data before restarting?"
"There's no backup option on that menu!"
Yes. Scroll down.
"I didn't know I had to scroll down!"
Kim Jisoo stood in the room, listening to the voices of a man and a woman outside the door growing fainter and fainter.
She remained motionless, her hand still covering her mouth.
So that girl was the girlfriend Oppa was talking about?
Her voice is quite pleasant, crisp, and she speaks very quickly, suggesting a lively personality.
The side profile I saw through the crack in the door was quite cute.
really.
She slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.
My mind went completely blank.
So Oppa didn't lie to her.
Oppa really has a girlfriend.
That girl works at the convenience store downstairs, so she can see Oppa every day.
I can talk to my oppa every day.
I can hand over shifts with Oppa every day.
She buried her face in the pillow.
I can't think about it anymore.
The more I think about it, the more upset I get.
Then she smelled a faint shampoo scent.
It's not hers.
She turned over, her face towards the headboard.
Then she saw a scarf draped next to the pillow.
Gray.
Wool.
The edges are a bit pilling.
Kim Jisoo was stunned.
She reached out and took the scarf, turned it inside out, and found the small "J" that she had embroidered herself.
The stitches were crooked and uneven. She had just started learning embroidery and pricked her fingers several times. In the end, she only managed to embroider one letter.
The year she became a trainee, this was the birthday gift she gave him.
He still keeps it after all these years.
It's still on the bedside table.
Next to the pillow.
Kim Jisoo clutched the scarf tightly in her hand, then slowly, little by little, covered her face with it.
She took a deep breath.
It was his scent.
Exactly the same as before.
Her tears flowed again, but this time they weren't tears of sadness.
The corners of her mouth were turned up, very high.
"Oppa, you're a liar."
"You clearly think of me. You still cherish the scarf I gave you years ago. You might even sleep with it at night. You're thinking of me all the time."
She took the scarf off her face and stared at the fluorescent light on the ceiling.
Why did Oppa say those things?
Why should we let her leave?
Why would you deliberately say you hate her?
She started answering the questions herself.
It must be something to do with Oppa's family.
She knew a little about the situation of Oppa's family. Although she didn't know the specifics of what had happened, she knew that the affairs of a chaebol family were definitely not simple.
Oppa is in danger.
He knew there was danger, so he deliberately pushed her away, not wanting her to get involved.
"That's why Oppa said those things."
Kim Jisoo sat up, folded the scarf, and put it back next to her pillow on the bedside table.
"Oppa doesn't hate me. Oppa is worried about me. He doesn't want me to get hurt. That's why he pretended to hate me so I would leave."
The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that her reasoning was correct.
After all, that's how it's portrayed in TV dramas.
"Oppa is so good. Even though he was also very sad, he still said those things. Even though he missed me a lot, he held back."
She felt she could draw her own conclusion.
Jung-il oppa cares about her, but there is danger around Jung-il oppa, so Jung-il oppa is pushing her away.
She couldn't cause him any trouble.
But she couldn't really ignore him.
What should we do then?
A person suddenly popped into my head.
Kim Soo-ho.
My cousin.
That best friend who grew up with Jung-il oppa.
They must know what happened to Jung-il oppa.
First, ask your cousin to clarify the situation before deciding what to do next.
Help him, support him, protect him.
But the premise is that he can't know.
Because if he finds out, he'll say those annoying things again.
Kim Jisoo stood up, straightened her clothes, and wiped her eyes.
Then she saw a notepad on the table.
She tore off a sheet, took out a pen, and wrote a few words.
"I won't cause Oppa any more trouble."
She placed the sticky note in the most conspicuous position on the table.
She glanced back at the scarf on the bedside table, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes curving into crescents.
Then she pushed open the door and went downstairs with light steps.
The sunlight was lovely in the alley.
As she passed by the convenience store, she saw through the glass that Li Zhengyi was standing behind the cashier, bending down to teach the female clerk how to operate the system.
His face still wore that impatient expression.
Kim Jisoo did not go in to say hello.
She simply stood outside the glass, raised her phone, and secretly took a picture of the scene.
Then she opened Kakao and sent a message to Kim Soo-ho.
"Hello, are you there?"
back in seconds.
"What? No money involved."
"It's not about borrowing money. It's about Jung-il oppa."
"???"
"Tell me everything you know."
"I don't know anything."
"You definitely know. You're his best friend. He won't tell me, but he'll definitely tell you."
There was a long silence on the other end. Then they sent a message.
"Jisoo, there are some things you'd better not know."
Kim Jisoo stared at the line of text and slowly typed out the next sentence.
"So something is indeed wrong."
Read.
No reply.
Kim Jisoo put her phone back in her pocket, walked into the coffee shop across from the convenience store, and found a seat by the window.
From this vantage point, you can see the entire convenience store, the checkout counter, and people coming in and out of the store.
She silently made a plan in her mind.
The first step was to extract information from my cousin.
The second step is to figure out what Jung-il oppa is facing now.
The third step is to help him, support him, and protect him without him noticing.
Step 4...
She hasn't thought of a fourth step yet.
But it doesn't matter, she's been through so many years, she has enough patience.
Moreover, even though Jung-il oppa has been kicked out of the house, he's still wearing the scarf I gave him back then.
This shows that he cares about me.
Bae Joo-hyun: Oh right, that scarf is so warm.
Kim Jisoo ordered an iced Americano and smiled as she looked out the window.
Dare to call me a silly girl.
Who says a silly girl can't protect others?
Don't ask why we drink iced Americano in the dead of winter, because "this is what a true Seoulite is like, iced Americano flows in their blood."