
Daeun mondar - mandir in front of the door of the apartment unit owned by Daehyun. It's been over 10 minutes he's been waiting here but the man hasn't come out. He promised he would only spend 10 minutes.
Daeun was anxious because the journey to the shooting location had taken about 30 minutes on his own. That is also if there is no drama of congestion and diversion of the road. Many new road projects and also checks in some places.
Plus, the path they were about to cross also had several congestion points. He had to make sure Daehyun got there in time. But, look at this man, until this hour, he also did not come.
It had been 15 more minutes, Daeun's patience was gone. He chose to bang on Daehyun's door and rang the bell repeatedly. He hoped no neighbors would complain to him.
“Iyaaa.. wait a minute. You want to destroy my apartment?”, he asked through the doorbell connection.
“Hah... she didn't open the door at all and just replied to me over the phone?”, Daeun sighs in disbelief at Daehyun's actions just now.
“I still hear it. Aren't you the one who didn't want to come in? If you come in, maybe you can see my progress. It was your own choice.”, Daehyun said without feeling guilty and immediately turned off the connection.
Five minutes later, he emerged from behind the door.
“If not for high pay, I would not have accepted a job to be your temporary manager.”, said Daeun blakkan.
“Heh... Just a month of work, you have dared to answer one word after another - I said apparently.”, Daehyun said touching Daeun's head.
“Aw. Why are you touching me. How could I not be familiar if for a month you almost caused 5 potential scandals.”, Daeun said as she glanced behind where Daehyun was standing at the time.
The high difference between the two makes it difficult for Daeun to communicate. Imagine, the leaves are only shoulder-height Daehyun only.
“What scandals can happen? You just make up. I'm confused why Bok man hyung trusts all your speculations.”, Daehyun said as he walked towards the elevator door.
Before Daeun pressed the elevator button, she had already pressed it first.
“But I didn't make a mess. I'm not so drunk either.”, he said defensively.
“I know, but the camera can almost capture the angle of you and a big article almost happened. If it's a scandal, it's not a potential name anymore.”, Daeun does not want to lose.
They should have stopped on the lobby floor. The elevator stopped on the 4th floor. A pregnant woman and her son entered the elevator. Daehyun retreated backwards.
She was acting ordinary because there was no way a pregnant woman and a small child could recognize her. Unexpectedly, the little boy continued to glance back. Before long, he pulled his mother's arm.
“Oh?”, his mother responds as her son pulls his hand slowly.
“I know the uncle in the back. She's artist. Can I ask for his autograph?”, the boy asked.
Elevator door opens. The pregnant woman had not responded too much to her son's words even though she already understood his point.
“Which uncle?”, asked his mother as soon as she got outside. Daehyun already wanted to run away because his mood was not good and was not wanting to give a signature to anyone. Imagine if rumors spread. He lives in this apartment. So many people will wait and ask for his signature.
(Of course, this is just a hyperbole shadow from Daehyun alone. He's not that famous yet. Plus, this time it was a coincidence.)
“Heh.. Where are you going?”, asked Daeun who had pulled Daehyun's jacket.
In response, he glanced at Daeun and asked what the girl meant by her eye movements.
“You have to give your fans an autograph.”, Daeun said with a smile on the little boy.
Daeun immediately asked for a paper and pen at the receptionist and gave it to Daehyun. The little boy waited diligently while smilingly showing his gratitude to Daeun.