Kim Jeong Hoon awoke slowly.
It was nine o'clock in the morning, and the room was brightly lit. The bedroom telephone was ringing.
"What is this noise?" Kim Jeong Hoon whispered on his bed, "I can't take this anymore. My head is aching so much. And my chest is also paining. Was that a dream, or did it actually happen?"
"Hey Kim Jeong Hoon, when will you wake up? We are late," Ji Hoon shouted.
"Wait, will you please take out a suit from the cupboard for me, please?" Kim replied.
Kim jumped over the blanket, wore his slipper, and ran to the washroom.
"Hey Kim Jeong Hoon, here are your clothes," Ji Hoon shouted.
"Yes, wait," He replied.
Kim arrived out of the washroom with his brush in his mouth, took his clothes from Ji Hoon, and then ran to the shower. After approximately five minutes, he came out with a neat and clean look on his face, with his black hair waxed up. He wore a blue double vest suit with a pair of fake glasses to look cool.
Ji Hoon shouted, "How can a person get ready so fast?"
"This is the experience, my son. You will get it too," he replied with a smile.
"By the way, Kim, do you have any idea for your next project," Ji Hoon asked curiously.
"Yes, I have thought of something, but I am not going to reveal anything right now, have patience," Kim replied.
"Hey!" Ji Hoon shouted.
They both walked to the porch and got in the car to the publisher's office. The office was 2 km far from Kim Jeong Hoon's house, situated in Seoul. The temperature outside was pretty cold, 10.8 degrees Celsius to be accurate.
After 10 mins of a car journey, Kim Jeong Hoon and Han Ji Hoon parked the car in the parking lot and ran straight to the meeting room. They were 1 hour late for the meeting.
When they entered the meeting hall, people started staring and whispering about them.
All at once, Mr Lee approached straight to Kim Jeong Hoon and said, "Why are you late? I was waiting for you for 1 hour. Do you even know what that means? I wasted an hour for you to come to me."
"Hey, don't be angry, I know I am late, and I am sorry to disappoint you, man. I am also a human." Kim Jeong Hoon replied, "But, do you know? I came up with an amazing idea for my next book."
Mr Lee went to Kim's left side, turns 180 degrees, and landed his right on Kim's shoulder and mentioned, "If you say it's amazing, then it is perfect. You are the best seller all over the world for consistently ten years. All of your books are named so hugely. How can I be angry with you, the world-famous writer, Kim Jeong Hoon, right? You know every minute and every penny I spent on you is always worth it."
Kim giggled and gave a sarcastic smile. He noticed the way Mr Lee changed the mood, so he didn't reply.
"So, what's the story all about, and when are you going to start?" Mr Lee asked with an interrogating face.
"It's a 1930s story during the Korean independence movement. It is a story of a thriller, and tragedy writer, who writes a thriller story and everything happening in the story will start happening to the writer." Kim Jeong Hoon replied, "It's like his story is reflecting on him."
Mr Lee smiled and said, "Now, I can't wait to see the product. By the way, you have a book signing event after this. So be ready for it."