Babel is Cinderella-1

    Babel is Cinderella-1

    Garam told Kang In-ho to rest well when he said he was going on a trip, but inside, she felt uneasy.

    The funny thing was, she didn’t even know why she felt that way.

    When he said he would skip his morning workout and go to the hospital, she was suddenly scared.

    When he mentioned he had a chronic illness, tears welled up in her eyes.

    In fact, she could have given him reasons not to go on the trip.

    The difficulty of managing his diet while traveling.

    The disruption of his routine that he had built up through consistent exercise.

    If she had mentioned these two things, Inho would have smiled awkwardly and stayed home to recuperate.

    However, the doctor had advised him to get away, and more importantly, she felt she shouldn’t be too harsh on Inho, who had been working hard on his Broadcasting Jockeys lately, so she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

    Her secret desire, which she hadn’t even realized, was for Inho to stay by her side.

    It’s comfortable when Inho is around.

    It’s reassuring when Inho is around.

    Things go well when Inho is around.

    She doesn’t feel anxious when Inho is around.

    She called it mutual benefit, but in reality, it wasn’t.

    She gets so much from him.

    It feels like she’s become a princess in a fairy tale.

    It’s as if a Fairy, flying around sprinkling Light Dust, used her Magic Wand to transform her, a scruffy person wandering around in rags, into a very elegant dress.

    The Fairy doesn’t ask for anything in return and helps her in every way.

    She cuts down anything that threatens her in an instant and builds a magnificent glass bridge across a steep cliff for her to cross.

    So, lately, she’s been thinking.

    ‘Is it okay to keep acting like a spoiled child?’

    She often looks back on herself and gets lost in thought with these kinds of thoughts.

    Someday, her relationship with him will come to an end.

    The day she pays off her debt and doesn’t need to ask him for help.

    Or, it could be the day he regains his health and no longer needs her.

    ‘What should I do when that day comes?’

    As someone who has been meeting him every day to exercise together and sharing her life with him, she felt a tightness in her chest when she thought about his absence.

    ‘What is this? Muscle pain?’

    She presses the center of her chest with her fingers, but it’s an unfamiliar discomfort.

    Whenever she feels this kind of pain, her hand naturally goes to her phone.

    It’s been three days since Inho went on his trip.

    Garam: Please send me today’s dinner menu too.

    She often sent him KakaoTalk messages under the pretext of checking his diet.

    She would look at the food he ate in the morning, say things she didn’t need to say, and continue the conversation.

    When she does that, she doesn’t feel the stabbing pain in her chest.

    Lately, the frequency has increased. It’s all because of that strange Broadcasting Jockeys’s DM.

    It was so much like fishing that she didn’t have any further contact after that DM.

    Or was it because she had shown such a firm refusal?

    It’s better this way. Nothing good would come of getting involved with someone like that.

    …….

    However, it cannot be denied that the DM threw a stone into the calm waters.

    Kang In-ho = Supreme Landlord. Once that equation came into her mind.

    She scoured the Broadcasting Jockeys of Oceania TV with her eyes blazing.

    At first, she didn’t know anything about Broadcasting Jockeys, but after doing it for a while, she became roughly familiar with how the platform worked.

    Could that be why?

    The ID Supreme Landlord, which was listed in the sponsorship rankings of most Broadcasting Jockeys, slowly sank her into the sea of unpleasantness as if with a stone tied to her feet.

    She felt uneasy for no reason.

    Was it because Inho was targeting her and approached her, as that Broadcasting Jockeys said?

    That’s not it. Her chest didn’t throb when she made that assumption.

    Then how about this?

    Because Inho was flirting with this woman and that woman.

    Throb.

    It hurts a little. It might be close to the answer.

    Let’s think more deeply and more honestly.

    Because Inho’s attention might shift to another woman.

    Throb, throb, throb.

    It hurts a lot.

    This was the answer.

    She realized.

    Her mood plummets in an instant.

    She becomes depressed and doesn’t want to think about anything.

    She wonders why she exists in this world and wants to ask God the purpose for which she was born into this world.

    She jumps up.

    She looks around.

    The unmoving equipment. The treadmill that’s stopped. The speaker with mixed noise.

    Outside the window, autumn leaves flutter like falling leaves.

    The colors fade, and the world becomes monochrome.

    Everything feels meaningless.

    Clearly, she was about to do something.

    She can’t remember what she was going to do.

    Exercise? No, a phone call? Flyers?

    Familiar tasks run through her mind. But her body doesn’t move.

    It’s as if something sticky and black is grabbing her legs and won’t let go.

    -KakaoTalk

    Just as her vision turns black, she hears a small messenger sound in her right ear.

    “Hoo… Hoo…”

    Her vision returns.

    The well-maintained equipment. The treadmill ready to run at any time. The speaker playing exciting music.

    Outside the window, the leaves spread out like colorful fireworks.

    The colors return, and the world is painted with color.

    Hope arises.

    Inho: I’m going to eat Kalguksu today. I’ll run harder tomorrow.

    Even with the short message, the corners of her lips turn up.

    A hum flows from her nose.

    Garam: Okay~ Don’t eat too much

    Her body is energized.

    She feels like she can lift the weight she couldn’t lift last time.

    Inho: Garam, you too. Do a good job with your Broadcasting Jockeys tonight. I’ll probably be asleep by then.

    He says he’s been going to bed early lately to manage his blood pressure.

    She’s a little sad that he can’t watch her Broadcasting Jockeys, but she still feels his thoughtfulness in taking care of her like this.

    “Okay, let’s cheer up.”

    A spell she casts on herself. While resetting the cameras for her Broadcasting Jockeys, she resolves to do her best today as well.

    Feeling like a princess in a fairy tale, she grabs the Barbell.

    Thinking of Inho, this time of exercising is like wearing a dress, riding in a golden carriage, and going to a ball for her.

    But will she know?

    That the Fairy’s magic wears off at midnight.

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