Chapter 98
Seoul, Korea
Convenience Store
The front door opened then swung shut.
Pan Ji, the young swing-shift cashier, didn’t bother to look up from her phone. “Yes, I’ve seen it!” she excitably said, saying out loud what she was typing in the response field on the TikTok video feed. “I’ve only seen it like a hundred times already! She looks great!”
The young woman snorted, reading the response.
“No, William Lee isn’t Myo Mi-Sun’s boyfriend,” Pan Ji said, her fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. “Myo Mi-Sun never touches anyone on the red carpet unless she’s interested in them. Look at every photo of her from every red carpet. You won’t find one where she’s being touched or touching them… Hence why I called the engagement with Gang Moon crap and I was right.”
Pan Ji watched the TikTok transformation video again and smiled; she was proud of Myo Mi-Sun for the amazing transformation and for crashing Gok Soo’s red carpet, then she scoffed, reading the reply comment. “No! That is not touching,” she replied. “William Lee touched her, guiding her by down the carpet, but she shied away from him every time. The contact wasn’t continuous and they weren’t holding hands. If anything, she was shying away from any and all contact.”
She clicked on the picture the person she was arguing with posted from an online entertainment blog that covered the event. “That’s security or a bodyguard,” she mumbled, zooming in on the picture. “A hot bodyguard, that looks familiar for some reason, but I wouldn’t consider Myo Mi-Sun touching him… Huh, is she?” she asked, zooming in on the picture more.
The picture showed Myo Mi-Sun leaning into her bodyguard instead of shying away from him.
“Huh?” Pan Jin absently huffed. “She’s blushing from the contact? That can’t be right… Holy crap! Is she dating her bodyguard?!” she asked in a shriek. “Ooh, this is bad. If the tabloids run with this it’ll be so, so bad for her.”
The clearing of a throat coming from the other side of the counter caused her to look up and her eyes widened.
Kita gave her a look; that was an unexpected bit of information to get, and concerning comments to address later in private. “Do you remember me?” he asked pointblank.
Pan Ji looked from the picture on her phone then back to him more than once. “Should I?” she squeaked.
“When the tabloids ran the factious story of Myo Mi-Sun fighting with her costar Hwang Sang-Hee on the set of On the Moon Swings Love, we first met,” he continued, his tone level and face slated like stone. “You had some rather colorful and hateful things to say in regards to Myo Mi-Sun. Do you remember now?”
Absently Pan Jin nodded; she did remember, and she regretted the words after they left her lips.
“You said them to the young woman with me, do you remember?” he asked again.
Again, Pan Jin nodded.
“And yet I hear you speaking of Myo Mi-Sun now and how proud you are of her for stealing the spotlight on the red carpet from Gok Soo. A rather drastic change of opinion, wouldn’t you agree?” he scathingly said.
Absently she nodded. “I was having a bad day before. I failed a test at school that day. Because of having to work so much I didn’t get a chance to study as much as I should have and my mother was going to kill me when she found out. I didn’t mean to say those things. I love Myo Mi-Sun. She’s my favorite actress and I’ve been a member of her fan club since I was little!” she explained, trying to plead her case.
“Then you should apologize,” Kita said, stepping to the side, revealing the woman standing behind him.
Pan Ji’s eyes widened and mouth fell open with a soft popping sound.
Myo Mi-Sun stood there with a small, sad smile on her face.
“You were her? Oh no… I didn’t… How?” she stammered before her eyes rolled back in her hear and she fainted.
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