The media destroyed her life, and Seo Hye Mi seeks revenge.
NETIZEN, a website where one can expose or reveal anything about anyone. It's the only place where no one wishes to become a hot topic, for it can be your rise or your downfall.
Unorthodox...
After the discussion, the older man retired to his room, unable to do the paperwork for his company.
Kyung Gi sat and talked with his mother, "how is Hye Mi?" Kyung Gi asked his mother, who still wiped a few tears.
"Hye Mi is fine; she has even made a few friends. A girl called In-Soo. Your sister has changed. I was scared she would shut herself in after Kang's son left definitely, but she's becoming a young lady. All this will break her heart," Sae Ha said, sniffing.
"I'm here now, mom. Don't worry; I'm here."
A few hours later, it was a scrawny bob-haired Hye Mi who hugged her brother like crazy unaware of the sadness behind everyone's smile, "Oppa."
"Nae, Hye Mi, I'm home."
"How long are you staying? Why didn't you call? What did you bring me?"
Kyung Gi could only confirm what his mother said. Hye Mi changed for the better. He was happy to see her joyful and talkative. And like the rest of his family, he didn't want her to close herself up with bad news, "hmm, I didn't have time to buy you something, but I swear I'll make it up to you."
"I'm happy you are here. It's more than enough."
That's how Hye Mi was under her silent appearance; the girl was love. Hye Mi had so much to spare, Kyung Gi's heart broke under her hug as he thought about the secret he kept from her.
Dinner was lively, and they laughed as usual at Kyung Gi's stories. It was the next day that the serious work began.
Kyung Gi went to Satellite; the climate, as his father explained, was not welcoming. The producer spent the morning sorting out album release issues. He watched disastrous dance practices and assisted in a cutthroat meeting. The CEO was right; something was wrong.
"I haven't seen Han Song Hi, where is she?" Kyung Gi asked an assistant.
"She is sick, Sir."
"Sick, what is she suffering from? Did we send a doctor?"
The assistant stammered.
"Please, have my car ready in 5 minutes."
"Yes, Sir."
Kyung Gi was going to check for himself.
What could the 17-year-old Star have to stop her from coming to rehearsals?
Kyung pulled up at Song Gi's apartment as the idol arrived in a car, neither the agency's nor her own. What shocked the man was she looked like someone coming from vacation.
The car drove off, and Song Hi climbed the stairs with her bags.
"Song Hi."
"Oppa, ーI mean producer Seo, what I mean, how come? ーaren't you supposed to be in New York or Europe?"
"What are you doing? Where did you just come from? The office said you were sick," Kyung Gi said, ignoring the idol's questions.
"I-I," Song Hi was stuck. She couldn't say she had spent the weekend with Kwon Jin in Macao.
"I went to see my mother."
"And she brought you all these presents?" Kyung Gi said, looking at the DIOR, Channel, and LOEWE packages she had on her, "listen, Song Hi, I don't know what you are up to, but you better stop. You are under contract, and you must respect it. Drop your bags; you've got 5 minutes to come back down and come to the office with me.
The young woman executed the order, sending a message to Kwon Jin briefly explaining the situation.
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The message made Kwon Jin cringe; he decided to take the producer by surprise by calling him later that same day.
"Yeoboseyo, ah Kwon Jin... yes, I'm in Korea. How did you guess?"
"Telepathy, you are like a twin brother for me."
"In that case, I'm the better half," Kyung Gi answered, laughing.
Kwon Jin laughed half-heartedly before pursuing the conversation, "what brings you here?"
"Oh, I will talk about it when we meet."
"Okay then, I'm free tonight for a catch-up. How about you?"
"Kol."
"Great, well, see you tonight, let's say 9 PM at La Scala."
"Okay, see you there."
As Kyung Gi hung up, he couldn't stop himself from thinking Kwon Jin's call was anything but a coincidence.