Chapter 64
Seoul, Korea
Station 42 Apartments
Gang Moon sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples, trying to get the searing in his head to stop.
But he knew it wouldn’t stop until Gok Soo stop talking and whining.
How he was ever stupid enough to pick a head-case drama queen like Gok Soo over mellow, easy going, self-sacrificing Myo Mi-Sun was beyond him. He shouldn’t have let the smaller of the two heads decide, because the only thing Gok Soo was good at was in the bedroom, and even that was limited skill. Myo Mi-Sun was much, much more reserved; they hadn’t even kissed beyond contract closed mouth kisses, but she was innocent and could be taught he knew.
“Why are they doing this to me?” Gok Soo whined, her voice like nails down a chalkboard. “It’s my movie, not hers! No, I won’t let her come. It isn’t about Myo Mi-Sun, it’s about Gok Soo this time.”
Gang Mon sighed. “You’re talking about yourself in a third-person now?” he asked.
“The Production House invited more than her?!” she asked, eyes wide. “No!”
And the migraine was back tenfold.
Their Talent Agents informed them that a red carpet invite was extended to Myo Mi-Sun, and to Gang Moon’s surprise she readily accepted. It wasn’t unheard of to have other big name stars at a red carpet event, but it would be the first event that Myo Mi-Sun had been to since Gang Moon left her at the altar on national television.
His ego thought Myo Mi-Sun was trying to win him back, which he expected, but it was too soon. Even she wouldn’t come off as that desperate by fighting for him at a red carpet event. Gang Moon thought it would take her longer to get over him then it apparently had, and his ego was a bit wounded that it hadn’t. And to add insult to injury, according to the tabloids, Myo Mi-Sun was dating someone new!
That wasn’t what was supposed to happen. She was supposed to be a rebound for when Gang Moon called it quits with Gok Soo. He needed Myo Mi-Sun to help boost his career, and it worked the first time, and his popularity took off with the announcement of their engagement then rushed wedding. Playing the stunningly handsome victim of a broken heart on screen was effortless, and when art became reality the public ate it up.
But now it was coming back to bite him in the ass because Myo Mi-Sun had moved on, wasn’t sulking and hiding from the public like she had been, and was apparently supporting him as she had always done.
“Well?” Gok Soo demanded, smacking him.
“Huh?” Gang Moon asked, looking at her; he hadn’t realized she had been talking to him this entire time.
“Which one?” she asked, holding up two dresses. “I think the black one, but pink is so much prettier. What do you think?”
Gang Moon looked between the dresses; they were identical and only their color was different.
With Myo Mi-Sun he didn’t have to answer these kinds of stupid questions. He didn’t have to remind her to chew or that coffee or tea was hot, didn’t have to help her get tangled hairbrushes or curling irons from her hair, and didn’t have to listen to incessant whining.
As beautiful as Gok Soo was, that was the only thing she had going for her.
“Well?” she whined.
“Myo Mi-Sun only wears knee-length dresses with high necklines, and neutral colors,” Gang Moon said. “Most likely she’ll be wearing pink.”
“Pink it is,” Gok Soo said.
Again, he sighed, shaking his head; that wasn’t what he meant in the least.
“I’ll look better than she will in whatever I wear,” she said, holding the dress up against her body and looked at her reflection in the mirror. “Oh yes, I’ll be the most beautiful in pink on the red carpet. Ooh, have the Producers make sure no one else wears pink but not relay that to the annoying little girl. I’ll make her look stupid all over again only it’ll be on the red carpet this time.”
Gang Moon simply nodded; never, in any world, could Gok Soo make anyone but herself look stupid, especially Myo Mi-Sun.
“Whatever you wear you’ll look beautiful in, Dear,” he said, getting to his feet. “I have a call to make. Figure out which jewelry and shoes you want to wear and I’ll help you with whatever.”
“Okay!” Gok Soo beamed before throwing her arms around his neck, smacking him in the face with the dresses in the process. “Ooh, a shawl. Or a cape? Which should I wear?”
He rubbed his eye from the hit. “Whichever you want, Dear,” he said with a completely fabricated smile then headed from the room, his smile falling.
Instead of staying in the apartment, he head outside to the garden for privacy.
It was getting progressively harder to be under the same roof as the annoying woman inside. If they didn’t have a movie release that depended on them appearing like a happily in love couple, he would have left after the first week.
Gang Moon pulled his mobile phone out and pulled up the article about Myo Mi-Sun’s new, secret relationship and mysterious boyfriend. The man wasn’t familiar, and no one had been able to put a name to the slightly blurry face.
But what kept his attention was the smile on her face. Never had he seen Myo Mi-Sun or Seon Rain smile like that before. The happiness in her smile, and sparkle in her eyes, it was obvious that the man was someone special and Gang Moon hated him for it.
“Where did you come from?” he grumbled, scrolling through the comments section, hoping someone was able to identify the mysterious man. Or, at the very least, had an idea of where they might have met so he could figure out how to get rid of him.
It’d be so much easier to slide back into Myo Mi-Sun’s life if she were nursing another broken heart…
“Yes, that’s exactly how I’ll get in her heart again,” Gang Moon said with a smirk. “I’ll break them up then swoop in like Prince Charming and sweep her off her feet and help mend her broken heart. Just like in the Mist of Twilight. Reprising that role will be easy! I won an award for that one, after all,” he said, formulating his plan. “Oh Myo Mi-Sun, you will be mine again, whether you like it not.”
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