๊ณ ๋ฑํ๊ต ์ด๋ณ. Copyright 2023. ๋ฆด๋ฆฌ์ ์์ผ๋์ผ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ถ๋ฆฌ ๋ณด์ . ์ด ์ฑ ์ ์ด๋ค ๋ถ๋ถ๋ ์ ์์ ์๋ฉด ๋์ ์์ด ์ด๋ค ํํ๋ก๋ ๋ณต์ ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ์ ์กํ ์ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ, ๋ฆฌ๋ทฐ ๋ชฉ์ ์ผ๋ก๋ง ์งง์ ๊ตฌ์ ์ ์ธ์ฉํ ์ ์๋ ๋ฆฌ๋ทฐ์ด๋ ์์ธ์ ๋๋ค. ์ด ์ฑ ์ ํ๊ตฌ์ ์ํ์ ๋๋ค. ์ด๋ฆ, ์ธ๋ฌผ, ์ฅ์ ๋ฐ ์ฌ๊ฑด์ ํ๊ตฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฌ์ฉ๋์์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ ์์ ์์๋ ฅ์ ์ฐ๋ฌผ์ ๋๋ค. INTRO ๋ฌด๋๋ํ์ง๋ง ๋ ๋ง์ ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋ฃฐ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ ์์ค์ด ๋ํ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ์ฌ์ด์ ์ ์พํ ๋ก๋งจ์ค๊ฐ ์์๋์ง๋ง, ์ด๋ช ์ ๋ฐ๊พธ๋ ค๋ ์์ค์ ์ค๋น ์์ค์ ๋ฐฉํด์ ๋ถ๋ชํ๋ค. ๋๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๊ด๊ณ์ ๊ฐ์กฑ, ํ๋ณต์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋นผ์์ผ๋ ค ํ๋๋ฐ....... Blaliy Lilian.
"๋ค์ด์ ์๊ฒฝ์" ์์ธ ๊ธ๋ก๋ฒ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ๊ต ๊ต์ฅ ํํ์ด ๋งํ๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ต์ฅ์ค๋ก ๋ค์ด์๋ค."์์ผ์ธ์" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ ์ํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ณด์๋ค."์๋ง๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด์" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ ํธ์ํ๊ฒ ์์๋ค."์, ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ฌํ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ์" .
๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ํฌ๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์๋ค."์ํฌ ์จ ์์ผ์ธ์"๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ธ์ ๋ง์ฃผ ๋ณด์๋ค."๊ด์ฐฎ๋?"๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. "๊ด์ฐฎ์์ ์๋ง, ๋ฐ์์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด๊ฒ์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ํํ์ ๋ง์ํธ ์์์ ์์๊ณ , ํํ์ ์๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด ๊ฑด๋ค๋ฉฐ "์ด๊ฒ ๋ญ์ผ?"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"์ด์ด๋ด์." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ์ ์ํฌ๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ํ์ผ์ ์ด๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
"์ํฌ์ผ, ๋ค ๋ธ์ด ๋ ์ํ ์ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์ฆ๋ช ํ ๊ธฐํ์ ๊ธฐํ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ด ์คฌ๋๋ฐ ๋ด ์๊ฐ๊ณผ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ, ์์๋ง ๋ญ๋นํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์. ์ด๋ฐ ํํธ์๋ ์ฑ์ ์ผ๋ก๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ ์ ์๊ณ , ๋ ํฐ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ ์ด๋ฐ ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ์ ๋ํ ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋น์ ์ด ์น๋ฅด๊ณ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋ถ๊ณตํํด, ํ๊ต๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ง๋๊ณ ๊ฐ๊ฒ๋ฅผ ์ฐจ๋ ค์ผ์ง.... ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์ ์ด๋ ๋์ ๋ฒ๊ณ ๋ค ์ธ์์ ํธํด์ง ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ฅผ ์๊ฐํด์ ํ๋ ๋ง์ด๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์ธ์์์ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์ ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ ๊ฑธ ํ ์น์ ์์ฌ๋ ์์ด ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ํ๋ ๋ง์ด๊ณ .......
"ํํ์ ๊ทธ๋งํด!!" ์ํฌ๋ "๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ดํํ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ง ํ ์๊ฒฉ ์์ด, ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์ ์ฅ์ด ์๋์ผ, ๋ด ๋ธ์ ์ธ์ ๊ฐ๋ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ํ๊ต๊ฐ ์๊ฒฝ์ด ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ์ํ๋ ๊ฒ ์ํ๊น์, ์ธ์ ๊ฐ๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ ์๋์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ํด์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ" ๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋น์์๋ค.
"์๋์ค๋ฌ์์? ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์ผ์ด ์๊ธฐ๋ฉด ์ ํํ์ธ์"๋ผ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ์กฐ๋กฑํ์ต๋๋ค.
"์ ๊ทธ๋ด๊ฒ์" ์ํฌ๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ์ผ์ด๋ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค.
"์ , ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ดํํ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ ์ข ์ ์ถํด๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ํด. ๋ด๊ฐ ์ผ์ผ์ด ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๊ธฐ์ด์ด ์์ผ๋๊น" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ ธ๋ ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์์ ๋์จ ์ด๋จธ๋์๊ฒ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. "์ ๋ถ์ฆ"์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์์ญ์ด๋ฏ ๋งํ์ ์ํฌ๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์์์ ์ ๋ถ์ฆ์ ๋นผ์์๋ค.
"ํ์ ์ก์๊ฒ์." ์ํฌ๋ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด ๋๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ด ๊ต๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋๋ฐ ์ฌํ์ ์ธ ๋ช ์ด ๋ฌ๋ ค์๋ค.
"์ผ ์๊ฒฝ์, ๋ ์ํ์ ๋จ์ด์ ธ์ ํ๊ต์์ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ฌ๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ ์ฌ์ค์ด์ผ?" ํ ์ฌํ์์ด ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ์ด๋ฒ์ด 50๋ฒ์งธ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ ํ๊ต์ผ?" ๋ค๋ฅธ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์๊ฒ๋ ๋ฌผ์๋๋ ๋ชจ๋ ํฌ๊ฒ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
"์ผ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๊ธฐํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?" ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋ ์ง์ฆ๋๋ ์ฌ์์ ์ค ํ ๋ช ์ด ์ ๋์๊ฒ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์!!" ์ ๋๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ์์ผ์ฅ์์ง๋ง ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ ๋์ ์์ ๋ฟ๋ฆฌ์ณค๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ์ ๊ทธ๋? ์ ๋๋ ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ด?" ํ ์ฌํ์์ด ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๊ณ์ ๊ฑธ์์ง๋ง ์ ๋๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ์ฌ๋ฆฌ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ก๋ค.
์ธ ์๋ ๋ ๋ชจ๋ ํฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์์๋ค.
"์ผ ์๊ฒฝ์, ์์ผ๋ก๋ ์ ๋ ๋๋ ์ธ์ฐ์ง ๋ง. ์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์ฃฝ์ฌ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฑฐ์ผ." ์ ๋๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ๊ต๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ ์ค ์๊ฒฝ๊ณผ ์ฌํ์๋ค ์ฌ์ด์์ ์๋์ด ์ผ์ด๋๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉํ๋ค.
"์...์๊ฒฝ์!!!" ์ํฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ํ์ฅ์ผ๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ๋ค.
์ ๋๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ ์ธ ๋ฅผ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ "๋ ์ด ๊ต๋ณต์ ์ ์ ์๊ฒฉ์ด ์์ด"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฐข์ด๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ค.
"์ ๋ ๋!!" ์ํ์ด ์๋ฆฌ์ณค์ง๋ง ์ ๋๋ ๊ณ์ ์ฐข์ด๋๋ค.
"๋์ผ๋ผ๊ณ ํ์์!" ์ํ์ด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฉฐ ์ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ณค๋ค.
์ ๋๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ "์์ง๋ ๋ ๋ฐ์น ๋ฐฐ์งฑ์ด ์์ด? ์ด ๋ฐ๋ณด์ผ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ค๊ณ ์์ ๋ค์์ง๋ง ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์์ ์ก๊ณ ํ๊ป ์ก์๋น๊ฒจ ์ ๋๋ ๋นํ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง ๋ปํ๋ค.
"๊ฐํ ๋ ์ ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ์ง ๋ง, ์ฃฝ์ฌ๋ฒ๋ฆด ๊ฑฐ์ผ" ์๊ฒฝ์ด ๋์ด ๋นจ๊ฐ์ง๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
"์ด ๋์ ๋ !!" ์ ๋๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋ค์ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ๋ ค๊ณ ๋ฌ๋ ค๋ค์์ง๋ง ์ํฌ๋ ์ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋๋ค.
"๋๋ค ํ์๋ค ํ๋์ด ์ด๋?, ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ดด๋กญํ?" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์ ๋๋ "๋ธํํ ์์ ์ข ๊ฐ๋ฅด์น์ธ์, ์ ์ ๋ ๋ฏธ์น๊ด์ด์์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์ฌํ์๋ค๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ๋ธ์ ๋ง์ฃผํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ "๋๋ฌด ๋ฌด๋กํ๋ค"๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ "๊ด์ฐฎ์?"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ฌผ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฌผ์๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ฐ์"๋ผ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋งํ๋ค.
๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ง์ ๋์ฐฉํ๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ์ด์ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฐฉ ๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ "์๊ฒฝ์, ์ธ์ ๋ ๋ํํ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ ํ ์ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์์, ๋ค๊ฐ ์ด๋ฐ ์์ผ๋ก ํ๋ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ๋ณด๋ฉด ์ ๋ง ๋ง์์ด ์ํ, ๋ ํญ์ ์์ฒ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์๊ฒฝ์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ์นจ๋์ ์์์ ๋ค์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค.
"์ฌ๋ณด??, ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ธ์์ด ๋ค ๋๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์๋๊ณ ํํ์ด๊ฐ ๋ํํ ํ ๋ง ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์ผ" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ธ ์์ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ์์๋ค.
"์ํ๋ค"๊ณ ์ค์ผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์ฅ์ด์ง๋ฉฐ "์๋ง ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์ํ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ ธ๋ค.
"๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋ ์ํ ์ ์์๊น, ์ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ๋ ์ ๋ง ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ"๋ผ๊ณ ์ธ๋จน์๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ์์ง์ ๋๋ฅผ ํฌ๊ธฐํ์ง ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์์ง์ ๋ ์์ ์ ํฌ๊ธฐํ์ง ์์์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ์ด. ์ข์ ์ผ์ด ์๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ ์์" ์๋ง์ ๋ง์ ์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ๋๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์๋ง๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
"๋ ์ด๋กํ๋ฉด ๋ผ?" ์๋ง๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์๊ฒฝ์๊ฒ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ "๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ ๋ฏฟ์ด, ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ ํด์ผ ํ ์ ๋ถ์ผ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ง์ ์ด๊นจ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋๋ฉฐ ์๋กํ์ต๋๋ค.
์ด๋ฅธ ์์นจ ํ์ด์ ๋์ ๋ฌ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์นจ๋์์ ๋ด๋ ค์ ์ท์ ๋ค ์ ์ ์๋ง๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋์ฅ๊ณ ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค.
"์๋ง ์ด๋ ๊ฐ์ธ์?" ์๋ง๋ ์ ๋ฆฌ์ปต์ ๋ฌผ ํ ๋ณ์ ๋ฐ๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์์ต๋๋ค.
์ , ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ค ์ฐจ๋ก์ผ, ๋..."
์๊ฒฝ์ด ๋์น์ ์น์ผ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. "์๋ง, ์ง์ง ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?" "๊ทธ ๋งํฌ๊ฐ ๋ง์ ์ ๋ค์ด์." ์ํฌ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ํ์จ์ ์ฌ๋ฉฐ "์๊ฒฝ์, ๋ ๋ค ์ผ์ด ํ์ฐฌ์ด ๋ง๋๋ฌ ๊ฐ๋๋ฐ, ๋๋ณด๊ณ ์ค๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋๋ผ"๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
"์?, ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด์ผ?" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฌผ์ ๋ง์๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ "์๊ฒฝ์, ์ค๋ ํ๋ฃจ๋ง ์๋๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ํ๊ณ , ๋ง์ ์ง๋ฌธ์ ๊ทธ๋งํ์ผ๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ์ด"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ด๋ง์ ์ ์ ๋ง์ถ๊ณ ์ง์ ๋์ฐ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ "์ฐธ ์ด์ํ ์ฌ์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋น์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋ค์ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ํ๋ฃจ๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ์ง๋ฃจํด์ ์ค๊ฑฐ์ง๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ TV๋ฅผ ๋ณด์์ง๋ง ํ๋ฃจ๊ฐ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ์์ง์ด์ง ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
"์ด, ์ด๋ฐ ํ๋ฃจ. ๊ทธ๋, ์๋ง๊ฐ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ์ง ์๋๋ก ๋ด๊ฐ ์ฅ์ ๋ด์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค."๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค.
์ท์ ์ ๊ณ ์ง์ ๋์ ์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ๋งํธ์ ๊ฐ์ ๊ณ์ฐ์ ํ๊ณ ์ฅ์ ๋ดค์ต๋๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ์ ์ง๋์ด?" ๊ฐํ๊ฐ ๊ตฌ๋์์ ๊ณต์๊ฒ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ "๊ด์ฐฎ์์, ๊ฐ๋ฐ ์์ ์จ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋๋ตํ๋ฉฐ ์ฅ์ ๋ด์ฃผ๋ ์ฌ์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ฃผํ๋ค.
"์ค๋ ์์นจ์ ํ๊ต ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ ๋ชป ๋ดค๋๋ฐ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด์ผ?" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ "์ ... ์... ์... .... ์ผ์ด ์๊ฒผ์ด์." ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฒจ์ฐ ๋ง์ ํ๊ณ ์๋๋ฌ ์ฅ์ ์ฑ๊ฒผ๋ค.
"์์ค๋ง ๊ณ ๋ง์์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ๋์์ฐ๋ค.
"์ ๋ง ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์๊ฒผ์ด, ์๋๋ฉด ๋์ ํด์ ํ๊ต์์ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?"๋ผ๊ณ ์ฐฌ ๋ถ์ธ์ด ๋ฌผ์๊ณ ์นธํ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ฃผํ๋ค.
"์ด?, ๋ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ฌ์ด์?" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ด์ ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋์ ๋ํฌ ์๋ง๊ฐ ํํ์ดํํ ์ ์ํ๋ฌ ๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?".
์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์์ง์ด์ง ์๋๋ ๋จ์๋ฅผ ํฅํด ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ธ๋ค.
"๋ญ๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ด์?" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ์ ํ์ด์." ๋ ธ์ธ์ด ๋๋ตํ๊ณ ๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ํ์ฐธ์ ๋ฉํ๋ ์ ์์๋๋ฐ, '์๋ง๊ฐ ํํ์ด์๊ฒ ๋น์๋ค'๋ ๋ง์ด ๋๋ฌด์ง ์ดํด๊ฐ ๋์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ๊ณ ๋ค์ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
์ง์ ๋์ฐฉํ ์ฆ์, ํ์ ๋ง์ ์ ํตํ๋ ํ์๊ฒฝ ์จ์ ํ๊ต ์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๊ฐ์์ต๋๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๊ฑธ์ด?" ํ๋ก์ด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์์ต๋๋ค.
"๋ฏธ์ํด"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ ํ์๋ ์๋ ์ฒํ์ต๋๋ค.
"ํ๊ต์์ ์ซ๊ฒจ๋ฌ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์์ด์." ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋งํ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์ธ๋ฉดํ๋ค.
"๋ญ ์๊ณ ์ถ์ด์?" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"๋??, ์๋, ๋ํํ ์ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์, ๋ด๊ฐ ์์์ผ ํ ๊ฒ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์๊ฒ ์ด. ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ค ์๋ง๊ฐ ํ๊ต์์ ํํ์ดํํ ์ ๊ตฌ๊ฑธ์ ํ๋์ง ์๊ณ ์ถ์ด์, ํํ์ด๊ฐ ์๋ง๋ฅผ ๋ชจ์ํ๊ณ ๋ ๋ชธ๋ ์ ๋๋ค๊ณ ํด์ ๋๋ฌด ์ฐฝํผํ์ด"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ "๋ญ์ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์๋ง?" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋, ๋ค ์๋ง๊ฐ ํ์คํด, ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ๋ณธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ค ์ฐฝํผํ๋ค๊ณ ํ์ด, ๋ ์ด์ ๊ฐ๋ด์ผ ํด, ์๋ง๊ฐ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆด ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์ ์์ด"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋๋ง์ณค๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ '๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง์ด ๋ฌด์จ ์์ฉ์ด ์๋, ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ๋ณด๋ด์ค ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋, ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ ์ํ ์ ์๋...' ํ๋ฉฐ ์ฒ์ฒํ ์ง์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ํํ์ด?' ์๊ฒฝ์ ์๊ฐํ๋ค.
"์ด๋ป๊ฒ......." ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฅด์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฅ์ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋ด๋๋์ด์ณค๋ค."์์์ !!" ๋๋ค์ ๊ณ ํจ์ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์ง์ ๊ณณ๊ณณ์ ํฉ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ์ํฌ๋ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฉฐ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋์ก๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ํฉ๊ธํ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ์ง์ ๋ถํ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. "์๊ฒฝ์, ๋ ๋์ฒด ์ ์ด๋? ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ฐ๊น์์ง ๋๊น์ง ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
"ํํ์!!?, ์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ!!?" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ณ ํจ์ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ํ์ ์์ ๋์ฌ ์๋ ์ ๋ฆฌ ๊ฝ๋ณ์ ๋ด๋ ค์ณ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋จ์ด๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฐ์ฐ์กฐ๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌ๋ค.
"์ข์ ์๊ฒฝ์, ํ ๋ฒ๋ง ๋ ๊นจ๋ฉด ๋ด๊ฐ ํ์ด์ค๊ฒ" ์ํฌ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
"ํ์ด!, ๋๊ฐ ์ ๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ์จ, ํํ์ดํํ ์ ์ํ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ ๋ ๋ค ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ด ๋ง์์ด?, ์ ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋์ด ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋ชจ์ํ๊ณ ๋ ์ฝํ ์ฌ์์ฒ๋ผ ๊ตด์์ด, ์จ ๋๋ค๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฆด ๋๋ ค๋จน๊ณ ์์ด!!, ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๋ง๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ด ์ ์์ด"๋ผ๊ณ ์ํ์ด ๊ณ ํจ์ ์ง๋ ์ต๋๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ์ง์ ํ๊ณ ๋ด ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด๋ด, ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์ง์ด๋ธ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ์ธ ๊ฑฐ ์์ง๋ง ๋ด ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด์ฃผ๋ฉด ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ฒฐํ ์ ์์ผ๋๊น ์ง์ ํด" ์ํฌ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ง๋ ค ํ์ง๋ง ์๊ฒฝ์ ์์ ๋ฐ์ณ๋๋ค.
"๋ค ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์, ๋ง๋ ์ ๋ผ, ๊ทธ๋, ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ด ํ์ง๋ง ๋ ํผํ๋ ค๊ณ ์ต์ ์ ๋คํ๋๋ฐ ๋ ๊ณ์ ๊ทธ๋ด ์ด์ ๋ง ๋ง๋ค์ด์ค!!, ๋ค ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ๋ญ์ง ์์, ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ์ธ ์ด๊ธฐ์ ์ธ ์ฌ์๋ผ๊ณ !!" ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฅด์ ์ํฌ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋๋ ธ๋ค.
"์ด๊ธฐ์ ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ผ๋๊น ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ", "๋ํํ ์ธ์ฑ์ ๋์์ผ๋๊น ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ!"๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋๋ค์ ๋บจ์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. "๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ฅผ ์ํด ํ๋ ์ผ์ ๋ชฐ๋ผ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ ํ ๋ฒ ๋บจ์ ๋๋ฆฌ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋์์ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ํ๋ ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ธ์์ ํฐ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ด๋จธ๋์๊ฒ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฎ๊ฒผ๋ค.
"๋งค์ผ ์กฐ๋กฑ๋นํ๊ณ , ๊ฑฐ์ธ์ ๋ด๋ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ ๋๊ฐ ์๋์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ณ , ๋งค์ผ ์์นจ ์ผ์ด๋๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋ณต๋๋ ๊ณผ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ ๊ฒ ์ด๋ค ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ธ์ง ๋น์ ์ ๋ชจ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์์. ๋๋ ๋ชป ์ฐธ๊ฒ ์ด์. ๊ทธ๋ง๋๋์." ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ์น์ ์ํฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ถ์ก์๋ค.
"์ฌ๋ณด, ์ด ์ธ์์ ๊ทธ๋ง๋๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ค ์ป์์์." ์ํฌ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
"ํ์ง๋ง ๋ ์๊ด์์ด!!" ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์ธ๋จน์ด๋ฉฐ "๋ ์ข ๋์ค!" ์ํ์ด ๋งํ๊ณ ์ํฌ๊ฐ ๋ ๋์ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๊ฒฝ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด ๋๊ฐ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค. ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ฑท๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ ํ๊ฐ์ ๋ค๋ค๋๊ณ ์ํฌ๋ฅผ ํ๊ฐ์ ๋ด๋ ค๋์๋ค. ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ฌด์์ ์ํด ์ด์์ผ ํ๋์ง, ๋ ์ด์ ์ ์ ์์๋ค.
์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ฐ๋์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ๊ณผ ์ท์ด ๋ ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ๊ณ , ๊ฐ๋ฌผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ํ๋ฅด์ ๋์ ๊ฐ์์ต๋๋ค.
"๋ฏธ์ํด.... ์๋ง"๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ค์ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค.
"๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ฌธ์ ์ ํด๊ฒฐ์ฑ ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํด?
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋์ ๋จ๊ณ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ์์ ์น๊ณ ์๋ ๋จ์๋ฅผ ๋ณด์๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ์ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋จ์ด์ ธ ์์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒ ๋งํ๊ณ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ ์ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ์ ๊น๋ํ๊ฒ ๋น์งํ๊ณ ํ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ์คํ์ผ๋งํ์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ ์ ๋นจ๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ฆ๋ต๊ณ ์ ๋ง ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋์ด์๋ค. ์ด์ ๊ทธ ๋จ์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ํ ๋ฐ์๋ ๋ฐ์ง ์์๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํธ์ด ๋ด๊ณ ๋ฐ๋ค๋ฅผ ํฅํ์ต๋๋ค.
"ํ๊ธฐ ์ซ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ํด๋ ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์์, ๋๋ ๊ณ ๋ฏผ์ด ์๊ณ ํด๊ฒฐํ๋ ค๊ณ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ ์ค์ธ๋ฐ ๋ค๊ฐ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฑด ๋ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ ๋ ์ค๋ฅผ ์ ์๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์๊ฐ์ด์ผ". ์ด์ ์ํ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ณ ๋ฏผ์ด ์์ ๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์์ ๋ฐ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉด ๊ณ ๋ฏผ์ด ๋ค ํ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์, ๋๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ฅ, ์์ด์ ๋์ฝํ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด๋ ํ๋ ์๊ฐ์ธ๋ฐ.... ์์ ์ ๋๋ ค์์ด๋ ์ค์, ๋จ์ ์ ์ง๋ฉดํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ฌด ๋๋ ค์ํ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์์ ์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ํด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๊ฑฐ๋ ์์ ์ ํ๋์ ๋ํด ์ฑ ์์ ์ง๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ตด๋ณตํฉ๋๋ค." ๊ทธ๋ ์ด์ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ณ ์๋์ง ๋ชฐ๋๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๋ฌด ํธ์ํด ๋ณด์๊ณ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ์๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์์ต๋๋ค.
"๋น์ ๋๊ตฌ์ผ?, ์ ๊ท์ฐฎ๊ฒ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌป์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค.
"๊ท์ฐฎ๊ฒ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ผ ์คํ๋ ค ์ ๋ํ์ ๊ด์ฌ์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ค์. ์ด๋ฐ์ ๋ฐ ์ผ๋ก ์ธํด ์ข์ ํ๊ณ ์ฐ์ธํด์ง๋ฉด ํญ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค๊ธฐ ๋ง๋ จ์ธ๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ง์น ์ ํฌ์ ์ํ๋ ๊ตฐ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋๋ฅผ ์ง์ด์ผํฌ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ค๊ฐ์์."
" ์ด๋ฆ์ด ๋ญ์ผ?" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
"์?, ์ ์๊ณ ์ถ์ด?" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋ฌป์ ๊ทธ๋ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋ฅ ์๊ณ ์ถ์ด์์, ์ด๋ฆ์ด ๋ญ์์?" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์ด์." ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋ง์ง๋ชปํด ๋๋ตํ๋ค.
"์ฐธ ์์ ์ด๋ฆ์ด๋ค์, ๋ฌด์จ ๋ป์ธ์ง ์์์?" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"๋ฌผ๋ก ์์์, ์ ์ด๋ฆ์ด์์." ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ์ ๊ทน์ ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ตํ์ต๋๋ค.
"์ฐ์ํ ๋ณด์"์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋์ด ๋ง์ฃผ์ณค์ต๋๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์ ์ฐ์ํ ๋ณด์์ด๋ผ๋ ๋ป์ด์์." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
"์ ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ, ๋ฐฉํด๊ฐ ๋์์" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ๋ฌผ ์ข ๋ด๋ ค๋ค ๋ณผ๋?" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋ฌผ์์ผ๋ก ๋์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๋์ ํฌ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ค.
"์์ดํ๋ ๋ง์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋์ ๊ฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์์ดํ๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์์์ด, ๋ฌผ ์๋๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ ๊ฑด ์ด๋?" "๋ง์์ด ํ๋ฝํ๋ค๋ฉด ๋ง๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๊ฒ" ๊ทธ๋ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ค์ ๋ฌผ์์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ด ๋ณต์กํ๊ฒ ๋์๊ฐ๊ณ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ฐ๊ณ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์ง ์์๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์๋ค๋ฉด ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋ด ์์ ์ก์" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ์์ ๋ป์๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์จ์ ์ฌํ๊ฒ ํ๋ก์์ง๋ง '์์ง ์ฃฝ์ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์ง ์์๋ค'๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋๋ง ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ๋ก ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ ค ๊ทธ์ ์์ ์ก์๋ค.
"์, ์ด์ ๋๋ง ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋ด๋ ค์์." ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์์ ๊ผญ ์ก๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋ด๋ ค์ค๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ง๋ง ๋จ์๋ฅผ ์ธ๋ฉดํ๊ณ ๋์ด์ก๋ค.
๋จ์๋ ํฉ๊ธํ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฅผ ๋ถ์ก์๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๊ฐ์ ์จ์ ๋ชฐ์์ฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ก๋ค.
"๊ด์ฐฎ์์?" ๋จ์๊ฐ ์ผ์ด๋๋ฉด์ ๋ฌผ์๊ณ , ์๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ฆฌ์์ ์ผ์ด๋ ๋จ์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ฃผํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ ์จ์ ๋ชฐ์์ฌ๋ฉฐ ์๋ฌด ๋ง๋ ํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์, ์ง์ ํด." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ฃจ๋ง์ก๋ค.
"๋์ค์!" ์๊ฒฝ์ด ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๋ฐ์ด๋๋ค.
"์์์ด์, ๋ฏธ์ํ์ง๋ง ์ง์ ํ์ธ์." ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ด์ฐฎ์์." ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋๋ตํ๊ณ ํจ๊ป ์ ์๋ ๋จ์์ ํจ๊ป ์ผ์ด๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ด์ ์๋ฆ๋ค์ด ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋ ๋น์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋์์๋ ๋จ์์๊ฒ์ ๋์์ฐ๋ค.
"์ผ ์๊ฒฝ์! ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ฌ?" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ด๋ฆ์ ๋ฃ์๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ฉ์ท๋ค.
"๋ด ์ด๋ฆ ๋งํ ๊ฑฐ ์์ด๋ฒ๋ ค์." ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
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์ง์ ๋์ฐฉํ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ง์ค์ด๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ ธ๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋ธ์ ๋ณด์๋ง์ ์จ์ ํ๋ก์์ต๋๋ค.
"์๊ฒฝ์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ธ์ ๊ปด์์์ต๋๋ค. "์์ผ, ๋ฏธ์ํด ๋ด๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ์ฌํ๊ฒ ํด์ ๋ฏธ์ํด ๋ค์๋ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ง ๋ง, ์๋ฌด ๋ง ์์ด ๋ ๋์ง ๋ง, ๋๋ฌด ๊ฑฑ์ ํ์ด" ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ "์๋ง ๋ฏธ์ํด, ๋ด ์๋ชป๋ ์์ด, ๋ฏธ์ํด"๋ผ๊ณ ์ฌ๊ณผํ๊ณ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์์์ฃผ์์ต๋๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ง์์์ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ์ต๋๋ค.
"์ค์๊ฒฝ์, ์ด๋ถ์ ๋ค ์ผ์ด ํ์ฐฌ์ธ๋ฐ ์ข์ ์์์ด ์์ด"๋ผ๊ณ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ๋งํ๋ค.
๊ทธ ๋จ์๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด ๋์ค๋ฉฐ "์๋ ํ์ธ์ ์๊ฒฝ ์จ, ํ๋์ ์ฐ๋ฝ์ด ์์ด์ ์ฃ์กํ๋ฐ ์ฉ์ํด ์ฃผ์๊ฒ ์ด์?"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค.
"์์์ด์." ์ด์ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ผ์ ๊บผ๋๋ค. "์ํ์ ์ถํํด, ์์ธ ํ๋์์นด๋ฐ๋ฏธ์ ์ฅํ๊ธ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒ ๋์๊ตฌ๋"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ ์ํฌ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ๋ง์์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด์ฌ๋๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ง๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ค๊ฐ ์ด์ ์๋น ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
"๋๋ด์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๊ธฐ์ ๋๋ฌด ์๊ฒจ์." ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
์ํฌ๋ "์๊ฒฝ์, ์์ฌ์ค๋ฌ์ฐ๋ฉด ์ง์ ์ด์ด๋ณด์ง ๊ทธ๋?"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์๋๋ฌ ํ์ผ์ ์ด์ด๋ณด๋๋ "์ฌ์ค์ด์ผ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
"๋น์ฐํ์ง ์ฌ๋ณด"๋ผ๊ณ ์ํฌ๋ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋ธ์ ๊ปด์์๋ค.
"๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ด๊ฒ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ฅํด์?" ๋ธ์ ์ฌ์ ํ ์ด๋ฆฌ๋ฅ์ ํ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฌผ์์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ธ์, ๋ด๊ฐ ํ๋์์ ์ผํ๊ณ ์๋๋ฐ ๋ค ์๋งํํ ๋ค ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ๊ณ ์ผ์ด์ผ๋ก์ ๋ถ์กฑํ ์ ์ด ๋ง๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ด๋ฒ ์ผ๋ถํฐ ๋ณด์ํด ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ก ํ๋จ๋ค. ๋ค์ ํ ๋ฒ ์ถํํด ์๊ฒฝ์, ํ๋์์ ๋ง๋๊ธธ ๊ธฐ๋ํ ๊ฒ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ๊ต์ ๋ค์ ์จ ๊ฑธ ํ์ํด"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ ํ๋ณตํ๊ฒ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ฐ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค!" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ํ๋ณตํ๊ฒ ์ธ์น๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ปด์์๋ค.
"์ฒ๋ง์์" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
"์๋ง๋ฅผ ์ค๋ง์ํค์ง ์์ ๊ฑฐ์์." ์ํฌ๊ฐ ๋งํ๊ณ ์๊ฒฝ์ ์๋ง๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ค๊ฐ ํ์ฐฌ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ์ง์ ๊ณต๋ถ์ ๋ํ ๋ ธ๋ ฅ๊ณผ ํ์ ์ ์์คํ ์ฌ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ค๊ฐ ๊ทธ ์ผ์ ํ ์ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ง?" ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
์๊ฒฝ์ ์ ์ ๋ง์ค์ด๋ค๊ฐ ์ฌํธํก์ ํ๋ค.
"๋ค, ์๋น ๋ ์๋ง๋ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ์ค๋ง์ํค์ง ์์๊ฒ์"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ธธ..." ์๊ฒฝ์ด ์ค์ผ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค.
His might be a different being but Alex loved him and he loved Alex more. However, fate, it seemed, had other plans. In a desperate attempt to win back his lover who had somehow come back to life after dying tragically in the past, Alex resolves to become Kaiden's stand-in, hoping against hope that Kaiden's past obsession with him would resurface, and their love would be rekindled. Yet, Alex couldn't shake the nagging uncertainty. Would Kaiden ever love him again as he once had?
TAYLOR MACKENZIE At first, I wanted to run away from my life, but I met him, Diego Salvatore. He trained me, helped me become stronger so I could avenge those who hurt me. At first it was clearly business until that night. And now, I want more nights with him, more days with him. This wasn't right, it'll drift me from my vengeance journey, but Diego Salvatore was my man, my very own. However, I'm torn between my hatred towards his father who caused I and my father pain, and his love for me. What's it going to be? Love sex or revenge? DIEGO SALVATORE. Taylor was just a nanny, a fucking nanny but somehow she's managed to cloud my thoughts, my visions, my mind and most importantly, my life. I was drunk that day and she walked in, playing her servant duties and yes I felt like having a woman by my side, she seemed to coorporate and we had sex. It was sex, everyone does it. However, Taylor was different. She felt different, tasted different. It was supposed to end there but it didn't, I wanted more with her, I wanted so badly to be inside her, over and over. It's fucking killing me, Taylor will be the end of me, but she's just a nanny, why does her presence makes me horny? Maybe she was bought by my father but she's mine and I wouldn't let anyone near or hurt her, not even my own father.... WHISPERS OF RETRIBUTION. Copyright 2024. Blaliy Lilian All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination. Note: This book contains explicit sex scenes and is not suitable for readers below 18.
The sound of metal scraping against metal jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, but I was met with darkness, my surroundings unfamiliar. Panic surged through my veins as I realized I was in the backseat of a car, my hands tied behind my back. I recalled what happened earlier, the note. I was still on the red gown, it was all a lie. Who would want to hurt me, who exactly? Frantically, I wriggled against the restraints behind me, the knots biting into my skin. I needed to call for help, anyone at all. "Help!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the confined space. But there was no response, only the eerie silence of my captivity. Suddenly, the car rumbled to life. My heart raced. What was happening? I couldn't think as I kicked at the door, desperate to escape, but it wouldn't budge. Tears welled in my eyes as the realization dawned upon me, I might die. "Please no, no God," I wept, my tears mixing with my makeup but I didn't care, my life was more important. My cries grew louder, more desperate, but still, no one came to my aid, not like it was their fault, because the last thing I could remember was the park, how did I get to God knows where. More fear consumed me as the car lurched forward, where was it taking me? Suddenly, the car came to a halt, and my eyes widened in horror. I looked around and realized where I wasโthe junkyard. The air was thick with the stench of rust and decay as the car was lifted into the air by a massive crane, heading straight for the crusher. My world came to a momentary stop. "No! Please, no!" I screamed, my voice raw with terror. I thrashed against my bonds, but it was futile. "God, no.. please!" More tears streamed down my cheeks as the walls of the car began to close in around me. My screams reached a deafening pitch as the car crusher began to crush the vehicle. I was inside it. I pounded on the windows, my cries echoing through the empty yard, but there was no one to hear me, no one to save me. The sound of metal groaning and collapsing around me only added to the horror of the moment, and I cried out in anguish, the fear and helplessness consuming me. I gave up, I had to, there was no point. Amidst the chaos around me, I could only think of one person. Dr. Nick, how on Earth would he find me? "Oh, God." Suddenly, a familiar voice shattered the silence. "Jasmin!" it cried out. And once again, he came for me. Tears filled my eyes as I watched him run towards the car. The crusher might finish what's left of me before he even got to me. I shut my eyes close as tears flowed down my eyes. Our love was like Medicine mixed with few drops of Romance.....
As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. "Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions," he replied, refusing to meet my gaze. "Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment. "Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded. The door of the Lamborghini Huracรกn swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click. "Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..." "Francesco? That was my father... my own father..." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese... SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination.
SYNOPSIS. In a world of Wizards, Witches, Vampires and Lycans there's only one source to power. A threat to some and a bloodline to another. It's the war for a hybrid. Vampire and Lycan collision. Blaliyfriction with โค๏ธ APOCALYPSE. Copyright 2023. Lilian Anyadike All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the authorโs imagination. This isnโt your idea, Vampire and Werewolf books, this is actually a combination of different creatures merged into one. A product of the writers imagination. Thank you.
Being locked in a world of fantasy and falling in love with a Lord who everyone despise, Lisa finds herself tangled in the web of love between two people but must end up with just one.... only one
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and Iโll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met herโthe pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmatesโ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
On her wedding day, Khloeโs sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didnโt commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrikโs cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Letโs get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the companyโs CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?