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JUNG JOON YOUNG(정준영) _ Where Are U(내가너에게 가든 네가나에게 오든) (W OST Part.1)

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I've known a girl named Park Ji Hyo for several months now...

All I know is that Jihyo is a cheerful person who likes to sing and dance carefree. Even though I have never heard her voice, I have full faith that she is a beautiful singer.

Jihyo has big, round eyes like a doll's. She is beautiful and looks especially beautiful when she smiles. She likes to eat fried chicken but doesn't like vegetables. She doesn't write very well but I think her handwriting like that is easy to read.

And the important thing is that she...lives in a world different from the world I live in.

Hello, my name is Yoo Jeongyeon. I'm 23 years and 4 months old. My current only job is as a writer for a non-mainstream publishing house, which, if asked, brings in income. I can only tell you how good I am. It was the reason I moved from a luxury condo to a rental in a house that looked like it had been built a thousand years ago. And because my parents My alimony was cut off when I graduated, so I couldn't afford anything. Moving here was also the reason I met a girl named Park Ji Hyo.

The first day I moved into this rental house was about ten months ago. At that time, winter had only begun to arrive in South Korea for a few weeks, but snow had already fallen and covered the roof of the house until it was completely white. The icing on the cake was an old-style house owned by a kind-hearted uncle and aunt who lived in the house next door. The furniture in my bedroom was arranged. Neatly furnished, most of the items are made up of light brown wood, including a closet placed against the right wall.

A work desk opposite the single bed and a rectangular mirror frame as tall as my body leaned next to the work desk... At first I didn't think that the mirror was anything but an ordinary mirror until... The evening of the first day I moved in arrived.

Yes, I should have said that it was because of that mirror that I met Park Jihyo, but no—she wasn't a mirror seller, and she didn't fall out of the mirror like in movies about Across dimensions or something like that, she just... appeared on the other side of the mirror as soon as she stepped into her room in another world.

To put it into perspective, the first time I met Jihyo was when I was resting at the foot of the bed because I was tired of organizing things in the house all day while I was staring blankly at A glimpse of myself in the long mirror beneath the orange-yellow light from the lamp that was the only source of light in the room. The image in the mirror began to fade as steam clinged to the whole door before it transformed into another room that looked similar to my room but had a woman standing in front of it as if watching. Through the clear glass window inside the department store restaurant, she seemed to see me as well.

Under these circumstances, you can probably guess that it made me and her lose our minds, which it did. The woman behind the mirror was so startled that she stumbled and fell to the ground when she saw my face. I leaned over to look, and even though I myself don't have much belief in spirits or supernatural things, when I encountered something like this, my hair stood on end for a while. When I regained my composure, I slowly ran after my uncle and aunt. I asked if they had ever seen what I saw in that mirror before, but they said that nothing like that had ever happened to them or to any of the tenants who had ever lived there. In that room, when Auntie said she would check on what I saw, the image in the mirror turned out to be my reflection, which I only found out later that it did when Jihyo wasn't in her room. (

Because she too freaked out and ran out of the room like me) and the image in her mirror doesn't exist when I'm not in my room either.

I know all that because the next time I saw Jihyo the next morning, it seemed like she had returned to my room while I was asleep and waited for me to wake up to answer my question about her appearance. I admit that I was still as shocked as ever to see her in that mirror, but as soon as Jihyo moved her mouth as if to tell me to calm down, I realized that she was not the vengeful spirit that resided in the mirror. She was a creature of flesh and blood and was sane like me, but I couldn't hear her voice through that mirror. As if she couldn't hear me, we solved the problem by writing down what we wanted to communicate to each other in a sketchbook and giving it to each other to read. Our initial conversation followed a human-like format. Just getting to know each other, which I will explain in the form of screenplay writing for ease of reading and understanding.

Jihyo

Last night I brought a friend to my room and he didn't see her in the mirror like I did.

Jihyo wrote to me after we stopped freaking out and introduced ourselves to each other. As far as I knew at the time, we were both the same age. Jihyo has big, doll-like eyes, and when I looked closely, I realized that she was very beautiful.

Jihyo

But I always see you sleeping like that

Jeongyeon

Did you watch me sleep all night?

Jihyo

Actually, not all night.

Just when I brought a friend with me earlier, shortly before she woke up.

Jihyo turned the page over and wrote on a new piece of paper and held it up for me to see.

Jihyo

Don't think I'm mentally ill.

I'm just wondering how this happened.

I burst out laughing as soon as I finished reading that message.

Once I realized that Jihyo wasn't as scary as I thought, we became more comfortable interacting with each other and discovered that what was happening between us might just be a phenomenon of a parallel universe that I didn't fully understand. I only know that we live in the same time but not in the same place because my job doesn't allow me to see the outside world much except when I have to drop off manuscripts or go to meetings. Publisher, so most of my time was spent writing in the room at the desk next to the glass, while Jihyo was working as a patisier at a famous bakery on a nearby street corner. The house would go out early in the morning and every evening when she returned to her room, a somber white blemish on the mirror would be a warning that we were about to meet again.

Jihyo would often appear and knock on the glass window as if she knew I was working nearby, and we would start talking through letters. Interested in the world that the other person lived in, I discovered that our world The two are alike in almost every way. Both weather and historical stories Places and important people, but in your world there is no other me, and in my world there is no other you. Everything that has anything to do with me doesn't exist in Jihyo's world.

In her world, there was no novel I wrote, and although in my world there was a bakery on the corner of the street, there was no raspberry cheesecake that Jihyo's recipe sold in the shop. I once toyed with the idea that if one of us were born J.K. Rowling. If we were another person in another world, we would definitely never get to know the novel that is as beloved as Harry Potter.

Sometimes I like to watch her sleep peacefully in bed when I have to stay up late to print manuscripts for publishers. And maybe even if we don't talk, Jihyo is used to having me on the other side of the mirror. She can sing and dance alone in her room without paying attention to whether I am watching or not. She looks happy every time she sings and she looks especially beautiful when she is happy. Like that

From the beginning I thought relieved that we were both normal people and wouldn't have much of an impact on the two worlds we lived in. But as time went on, that thought began to change as Jihyo began to Come play an important role in my boring world even though you don't even exist here. The two of us write and talk almost every day.

We tell each other both nonsense and nonsense, both good and bad things that each person encounters each day. I tell the synopsis of the novels I wrote and recommend the novels I like. Hey Jihyo read it. Jihyo recommended an interesting bakery to me. She said she likes fried chicken but doesn't like vegetables. I said I like sunsets more than sunrises. She recommended a song she liked to listen to me, and since then From then on, every time I heard a song she liked, I was reminded of her. Many of our thoughts fit together strangely, as if we had known each other all our lives.

And what happened was that I felt good for her. It was a feeling that gradually built up without me realizing it. Or maybe I was aware of it but still let it happen by itself. Jihyo was the only person in A world that understands—no—no one in this world understands me as much as Jihyo. I guess that's why I met her in another world instead. I've heard stories about people who... You can love another person without ever seeing their face, but in my case it was different. I was falling in love with a person who I only saw through a glass window and talked through letters but never heard. Each other's voices...we've never even touched each other.

But in the end, I told Jihyo how I felt about her after almost a year of talking. I knew that she felt the same way, but we just never thought about what we should do. Later, when the feelings in my heart were revealed, it wasn't until the new winter came that I dared to ask her out on a date.

And it was a very strange date.

Jeongyeon

If we now live in the same world

I'll hold your hand

That day the first snow fell, I was sitting on a park bench near my rental house. Watching the lights of tall buildings and walkways opening up as dusk approached, the phone in my hand was lifted up to be displayed in front of the tall mirror that was resting against my side. We switched from writing in notebooks to typing messages on our phones to communicate because it was more convenient to do this and we were both close enough to each other to see the small letters. Jihyo, who was on the other side of the world, smiled shyly as she finished reading my latest message. Her cheeks and nose turned red, which I couldn't tell if it was from the temperature outside or the feelings that were going on inside.

Jihyo

If we now live in the same world

I will sing to you

She typed some replies and then she smiled. I have never seen anyone's smile so beautiful before.

Jeongyeon

I will sing with you

Jihyo seemed pleased with my response. She began to move her lips and sing a song that I didn't know what it was but I started singing. It was the song she had recently recommended to me. And I liked it so much that I couldn't stop listening. The uncle who had just walked his dog looked at me like I was completely deranged, but I didn't care and continued to sing while holding the fragile glass next to me. next

Jihyo

I'll ask you to dance

Jeongyeon

I-don't-dance!

I made her laugh a lot with my serious expression and the context of my typed message.

Jeongyeon

But I'll watch you dance.

I smiled happily again when I saw that Jihyo was blushing because of me again. She acted like she was annoyed at being teased and typed a message for me to read.

Jihyo

Then I won't dance either.

I knew she wasn't as upset as she was showing, so I kept smiling and looking into the mirror. Jihyo pretended to ignore me, but I knew she couldn't do that for long. And because I knew, I typed a new message and held it up for Jihyo to read when she turned to me again.

Jeongyeon

If we now live in the same world

I might kiss you

Success...Jihyo's face turned redder than before and after that I couldn't find a way to stop myself from smiling.

Our first date went like that. In fact, our next dates went the same way. I didn't care if people looked at me like I was the weirdo who carried a mirror as tall as my body and put it next to me at the park or at the beach and just smiled. After looking at my reflection in it, I told a close friend who was an editor at a publishing house about this, but she didn't believe me and even assumed that I was telling the plot of a novel. I was going to dress it up for her. I also invited that friend to my room to see if she saw Jihyo like I saw her. But as expected...no one saw her the way I saw her. That day I almost had my friend take me to a psychiatrist, but luckily she believed my defense that I was just trying to tease her.

We both understand that things that happened are too bizarre for anyone to believe. Sometimes I still think that all of this isn't real, but every time I see Jihye's big smile. I don't have any doubts about her existence anymore. Loving Jihyo makes me both happy and sad in strange ways. Sometimes we both can't stand the looks of people out there. Ong can't come and sometimes both of us can't bear to continue like this like this time...

Jihyo

Have you ever dreamed of me?

Jihyo asked me one night before I said goodbye to her to go to bed. She looked extra tired that day but I didn't ask why. I nodded to answer her question and then wrote back that in my dream she was just standing in front of me but we didn't talk. I think that might be because I hadn't heard her speak yet. Actually, once Which sometimes makes me feel like I'm dating a muted television character or something.

Jihyo

Last night I dreamed of you.

Jihyo lowered the page he had recently raised for me to read and began writing on the new page.

Jihyo

I dreamed that we hugged

and new page again

Jihyo

Her shoulders are just as tall as my chin.

I carefully read what she wrote. She smiled as she placed the book in her hand on the ground. Jihyo stared at me while still smiling. I just smiled at her and we stared into each other's eyes for a long while until she looked away from me and looked down at the notebook in front of herself. It wasn't long before her trembling shoulders alerted me to the fact that she was crying. This

I had never imagined hugging Jihyo before, but when I imagined her dream I realized how sad it made me feel just thinking about the feeling of Jihyo's arms. My arms around my neck and my hands around her waist, the warm breath on her shoulder and the beat of my heart in my chest and the fact that it reminded both of us that none of this felt real. Those things made me want to cry and be with Jihyo, but what I did instead was move and press my palm against the glass, as if trying to rub her trembling shoulders to keep her still...like strength. Trying to wipe away the tears of the woman on the other side of the glass knowing I couldn't.

“Please don't cry.”

I slowly opened my mouth to speak. When Jihyo looked up to answer, I knew she had read my lips. As she used her palm to wipe away the tears on my cheek and forced another smile, I stood up. Placing his palm against the mirror in front of him again, he moved closer to resting his forehead on it. Without waiting long, Jihyo stood up and touched his forehead against the mirror like he was touching mine. She raised her hand and placed it in the same position as my palm rested before, and I found that my shoulder was exactly as high as Jihyo's chin as she had said.

If I could at least feel her breathing or hear her heartbeat in the same rhythm, we would be able to confirm that all of this was real. But in that moment, it felt like everything I had ever Believe never existed, I don't even know what exactly the two of us were doing.

All I know is that this is getting harder for both of us and it will get harder as time goes on. I miss being loved by someone I can feel. I miss holding hands Hugs and kisses with someone who's been in my life but it feels like it's been too long since I've been there, I admit, sometimes I wish it were just us both. People came to live in the same world because all I could feel from Jihyo was love. That unconditional feeling probably gave me strength and the desire to create something better right now. Again, I'm not sure how long it will be enough to make us love each other like normal lovers. My selfishness and desire to possess it makes me start to get annoyed at her and she herself gets annoyed. Put me on more and more often, we go out on dates less and less

We couldn't talk for as long as before. As the days passed, the more I felt that neither of us was sure of each other's identities anymore.

It wasn't until the cold winds were about to blow past at the beginning of the following year that I understood how it felt to lose the person I loved but was never sure of her existence.

It's been more than a year since the first day Jihyo and I met, and the two of us are still finding ways to make our relationship better, even though it's not easy. I asked her to carry her big mirror outside again because I would too. I asked her to sit and look at the lights in our park together even though the weather was bad that day. It's so cold that you shouldn't leave the house at all.

Jihyo

If we now live in the same world

We won't be sad like this, right?

Jihyo typed that into her phone to ask me after we both sat staring ahead while still holding the glass door in her arms, not too far away. She could always tell when my mood changed.

Jeongyeon

I don't know, I don't want to think about those things anymore.

Jeongyeon

It's impossible.

I answered truthfully and I could see that it made Jihyo even sadder.

Jihyo

If we now live in the same world

You won't want to break up with me, right?

A pain gnawed at me the moment Jihyo asked that question, staring into those big eyes of hers. The feeling that I was sure was love came back, prompting me to ask myself if I ever wanted to break up with her and go back to having the same love that people in this world have.

Jeongyeon

I've never wanted to break up with you, not even once.

And the answer is that I never wanted to break up with her.

As we both walked back to our homes, I could feel that things were going better for us. Jihyo returned to having the most beautiful smile in the world, just like when we first met. And I fell in love with that smile all over again, but that smile didn't last long because she didn't notice when we were crossing the main road that was just a stone's throw from each of our houses. For a moment, I could see a motorcycle coming towards her at high speed from the other side of the mirror, but it was too late before Jihyo could see that I was freaking out and pointed her towards the car. The image in her mirror spun as it slipped from the hand it had been holding. And before I could see anything on the other side of the world, the mirror I was holding had turned into a normal mirror.

It took three full months of suffering that Jihyo's image never appeared on the mirror again. I put it back on the side of the table. I waited and waited for the mist to clear before she leaned forward to greet me. I don't want to eat, I don't want to sleep. I don't want to do anything. I can only blame myself for making her disappear and not being able to help. I never even knew what she would be like in that world of hers now, and every time I look at the messages in the notebook, In the old days when we used to write and talk, I still remember all the feelings well.

But maybe life in her world would have been better if we had never met in the first place.

I thought—I kept thinking that way until the terrible moment ended on the day I nearly broke down in front of the mirror. The image of me sitting with my knees bent and staring as if I didn't know who I was began to fade. It looked like white steam had settled on it before it transformed into an image of a woman standing not far away. Instead, the image felt like I was looking through a mirror that had cracks all over it, but I looked. It turned out that the person standing was Park Ji Hyo...a woman who lived in a different world to me.

Jihyo

Putting together pieces of broken glass is really not easy.

I was so happy to see Jihyo smile like that again. I frantically found paper to write on to communicate with her even though I still had little energy. She told me that she had not been hit by a car that night but Because of her haste to escape, she had to throw away the mirror in her hand, causing it to shatter right there. Until she was able to put the pieces back together into the original mirror, it took a lot of time. But today she has succeeded in doing it.

Jeongyeon

I thought I'd never see you again.

Jeongyeon

It was my fault, you almost had to do something because of me.

Jihyo

Don't blame yourself.

Jihyo smiled at me as I started to cry. I couldn't see for a while before I regained consciousness. Meanwhile Jihyo was still standing there looking at me. Then she raised the notebook in her hand.

Jihyo

What will really happen to me?

I'll try to come back to you anyway.

I almost cried again if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't see her clearly from here in the same room I was standing in. I saw Jihyo's lips move into the words 'I love you'.

The two of us had never told each other we loved each other before... Even on the day I confessed my love to you, I didn't use that word to express my feelings. But this time, Jihyo did that and it made me feel like I had my life back. My world has been lifeless since the day she disappeared. I don't know how I could be happy if I didn't know that she was here. Another world is happy.

“I love you too.”

And even though I told you I loved you too, deep down I knew that we were pulling away from each other to increase the distance from being too close to where we were just right. We might not be able to. We no longer use the word "lover" for each other, but that doesn't mean Jihyo isn't the most important person to me. She is and will continue to be. But more than anything, I don't want either of us to suffer from wanting something impossible again, and now I know that what I want isn't to be in the same world as G. Hyo or having you in the same world as me

We don't have to live in the same world. That doesn't matter to me anymore.

The most important thing What I want most right now

I just want to let me know that you're still happy in that world of yours... that's enough.

From the first episode it was said that it was inspired by the story

W

But when we got dressed, it turned out that we were thinking about the movie.

Her

Instead, it just changed from the main character having a lover whose voice can only be heard but not seen, to having a lover whose face is only seen but cannot be heard. Seems like he's happy but still looks sad in a way that's hard to tell *sigh*

Just wrote a fantasy for the first time and also wrote a rare couple. The plot is strange, the narration is very delusional and very long, not based on logic, reason, or scientific theory of any kind. It is written entirely out of the artist's desire to write and the fleeting emotions of the artist.

I don't know if it came out okay or not. If it's not okay, let's just blur it out. You can scold us, but don't be too harsh. Haha. And for those who feel it's okay, we won't ask what insights you got after reading it, but we'll ask what your thoughts are after reading it. Anyway, because we finished getting married and felt like it was a lot more delayed than I originally thought. //What did I put in here?

Anyway, thank you to everyone who has read up to this line. You make my writing not feel lonely. Just reading it to the end makes me happy, to be honest. And I hope to meet again soon with love <3