I Don't Want This Reincarnation [1]

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As the sharp wind blew, the leaves that were barely hanging from the branches fell off. Looking at the withered tree with only a few twisted leaves, I turned my attention to the sound of footsteps getting closer.

"Are you bored?"

"I'm not."

His long, ribbed fingers pulled out a white cigarette. Responding simply, I took out a lighter from my pocket in accordance with his actions. The man quietly stared at me as I lit a cigarette on his smooth lips. Immediately, he inhaled the smoke deeply until his cheeks spit, then spat it out straight into my face.

"......"

I wanted to disperse the pungent smell and the hazy smoke that obscured my vision right away with my hands, but I persevered. When I came here, the man's mood was always the worst. It wasn't a day or two like this anyway.

"What were you watching?"

"You are curious about everything."

Even so, I had no intention to flatter his mood. As soon as I replied bluntly, the man smiled and handed me a cigarette that was more than half of it left. (그의 기분에 맞춰 알랑댈 마음은 없었다)

"Let's go."

As expected, it was a cigarette that was taken out with a grumpy heart. I crumpled up the cigarette and followed him as he walked ahead. After passing through the long garden and coming out of the front door, the driver who was waiting opened the back door of the car.

"Kwon Se-hyun."

Looking back at me, who was no longer following from a certain distance, the man curled his eyebrows and smiled.

"Get in."

"Director, I..."

"Don't argue with me."

Contrary to his face, his voice was unbearably cold. The expression of the driver looking at the man and me alternately was subtle.

That was quite annoying, but if I insisted here, I was sure it would only look bad. Eventually, I sighed and got into the car first.

After confirming that I and the man were riding, the last driver in the driver's seat immediately started the car.

The car was running smoothly on the road and it was quiet without saying a word. The man who was looking out the window with his legs crossed suddenly grabbed my hand.

"......"

The palms touched and the fingers intertwined. As slippery and cold as a snake, I inadvertently frowned and my eyes met the driver who was driving through the rearview mirror.

The driver, who was embarrassed by the man's gesture of fiddling with my hand, immediately spat out a small cough filled with discomfort at my gaze.

It had been less than a month since the driver changed, so I expected what kind of expression he would make whenever I met him from now on.

Barely suppressing the rising irritation, I tried to pull out my hand, but a stronger force pressed my palm down. Sure, yes. Clicking my tongue, I turned my head towards the window to hide my distorted face.

After running for a while, the car arrived at the mansion and stopped. The man who hadn't let go of my hand even then got off first. As I was going out afterwards, the cell phone I had in my suit jacket's inside pocket vibrated briefly.

'What?'

I followed the man and went inside, quickly taking out my cell phone to check the notification so as not to be noticed.