Chapter 121

Chapter 121

There were always people on top and people beneath them, no matter what industry you looked at.

But whenever I heard stories about someone exploiting another person’s labor by using their dreams and hopes against them, I couldn’t stop the bitter feeling rising inside me.

While Woo Seungcheol explained everything that had happened before and during the assault incident, the lawyer representing Writer Chopung arrived at the police substation.

“Kibaek, shouldn’t we hire a lawyer too?”

Do Kijeong glanced toward Chopung and his lawyer in the distance and lowered his voice nervously.

They were far enough away that I couldn’t hear exactly what Chopung and his lawyer were discussing.

But every now and then, Chopung’s voice carried across the room.

“There will be absolutely no settlement.”

“I’ll make sure they never work in this industry again.”

Judging from remarks like that, this clearly wasn’t going to end easily.

“We were the ones who threw the first punch.”

I kept my voice low.

“Even if we call a lawyer, there isn’t much they can do besides trying to negotiate a settlement.”

I glanced toward Chopung.

“And judging from the mood over there, I don’t think they have any intention of settling.”

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

Do Kijeong looked worried.

“They’re still young. If they end up with criminal records...”

“I know.”

I sighed.

“We need to come up with something.”

At that moment, Chopung’s lawyer finished speaking with him and approached the police officer.

After exchanging a few words, the officer looked toward us.

“Excuse me. Could you two come over here?”

We quickly approached.

The officer introduced us.

“These two are here as companions for the suspects.”

Then he gestured toward the other man.

“And this is the victim’s attorney.”

The lawyer handed us his business card.

“I’m Joo Geunhan from the law firm Victory. I represent Mr. Kim Hyuntak.”

“Ah, yes.”

I pulled out my own business card.

“My name is Min Kibaek.”

The lawyer looked at my card.

“Ah... you work for a drama production company.”

He seemed surprised and alternated his gaze between the card and my face.

“Yes.”

I then gestured toward Do Kijeong.

“And this gentleman is Writer Mabongchun, the writer of the MBS drama currently airing, Father, In Your Name.”

“He’s close enough with those two over there that they treat each other like brothers.”

“Ah... I see.”

The lawyer looked slightly unsettled.

He exchanged a glance with Chopung, whose real name was Kim Hyuntak.

Well, their reaction was understandable.

They had probably heard that the two suspects were nobodies with no money or connections.

But now people with at least some social standing had shown up to sit beside them.

Naturally, they were probably reconsidering how to handle the situation.

I could practically see the calculations running through their heads.

After exchanging that look with Chopung, the lawyer spoke again.

“Our client is demanding severe punishment for both Noh Geumbong and Woo Seungcheol.”

He spoke firmly.

“He also has no intention of accepting any request for settlement.”

As expected.

I had known that was how they would respond.

“Then what happens to those two now?”

Do Kijeong quickly asked the officer, his face full of worry.

“At this point, since the victim is demanding strict punishment, they’ll first be transferred to the police station.”

The officer explained.

“They’ll be questioned again there, and depending on the circumstances, they may be held in detention...”

The moment he mentioned transfer to the police station and detention, Do Kijeong’s face stiffened.

“Kibaek... what do we do?”

He lowered his voice even further, clearly conscious of the lawyer nearby.

“Isn’t there anything we can do?”

I answered just as quietly.

“Somehow, we need to reach a settlement before the case is forwarded to the prosecution.”

“Ha... I know that.”

Do Kijeong looked frustrated.

“But you heard him too.”

He glanced toward Chopung’s lawyer.

“He said there would never be a settlement.”

The truth was...

I already knew a way to force Chopung toward one.

2018.

That incident involving Chopung...

Right.

If I expose that now...

I slowly looked at Do Kijeong.

“It won’t be easy.”

His eyes moved toward me.

“But that doesn’t mean there’s absolutely no way to get him to settle.”

Do Kijeong’s eyes widened.

Leaving him behind, I quickly walked toward Noh Geumbong and Woo Seungcheol.

“Mr. Noh Geumbong.”

Noh Geumbong, who had spent the entire time staring blankly into space, barely reacted.

But when I spoke the next words, his eyes finally moved toward me.

“Listen carefully to what I’m about to ask.”

“If you want to reach a settlement with Chopung, or even punish him for what he’s done, this is important.”

The word punish seemed to pull him back to reality.

I continued.

“Were you the only assistant working there?”

He blinked.

“Was there perhaps a female assistant too?”

“A female... assistant?”

“Yes.”

“No. I was the only assistant.”

Then he suddenly paused.

“Ah... wait.”

He frowned, trying to remember.

“Before I joined, the assistant was a woman.”

Found it.

The way to force Chopung into a settlement.

The hashtag movement #MeToo, which began in the United States in 2017, had a major influence on Korea as well.

In early 2018, a female prosecutor appeared in an interview on a general programming news channel and revealed that she had once been sexually harassed by a senior Ministry of Justice official.

That disclosure became one of the sparks that ignited Korea’s MeToo movement.

The movement quickly swept through the cultural and artistic industries.

Playwrights.

Theater directors.

Film directors.

Actors.

Famous people from one field after another were exposed, shocking society.

The truth was, many people had simply pretended not to know.

Back then, there had also been a strong public reaction that something everyone knew about had finally exploded.

Among the people who eventually received legal punishment because of the MeToo movement, one unexpected name had been webtoon artist Chopung.

At the time, a producer I was close with had purchased the adaptation rights to one of Chopung’s webtoons for a large amount of money.

But once the scandal broke, the production company became involved in a legal dispute.

Because I had watched the entire situation unfold from nearby, I remembered the details fairly clearly.

The person who accused Chopung during the MeToo movement had been a woman who worked as his assistant from 2010 to 2011.

She quit after being sexually harassed by him.

My plan was simple.

I would find that former female assistant.

Then I would use whatever evidence she still had regarding Chopung’s sexual harassment to pressure him into settling this assault case.

“Do you know her name?”

I leaned closer.

“Actually, forget the name. Do you have her phone number?”

Noh Geumbong looked troubled at my sudden question.

“Why?”

“You don’t know her number?”

“No, it’s not that.”

He hesitated.

“I did get her contact information, but...”

According to Noh Geumbong, the previous female assistant had left in such a hurry that there had been almost no proper handover.

So just in case any problems came up later, he had asked for her contact information.

But because everything had been so rushed at the time, he hadn’t entered it into his phone.

Instead, he had written it down in one of his drawing books.

And since an entire year had passed without any reason to contact her, he could no longer remember which drawing book it was written in.

“So the number does exist somewhere?”

I asked quickly.

“You didn’t throw it away or anything?”

“No.”

He shook his head.

“I almost never throw away my old sketchbooks.”

“If you search my room, it should be there somewhere.”

“Good.”

I nodded.

“Then we’ll find it.”

Noh Geumbong looked confused.

“But... what does that former assistant have to do with my settlement?”

“Ah...”

I couldn’t exactly tell him that I already knew Chopung had sexually harassed her.

“I’ll explain after everything is resolved.”

I brushed the question aside.


A police car was waiting in front of the substation to transfer Woo Seungcheol and Noh Geumbong to the police station.

“Stay calm when you get there.”

Do Kijeong looked at the two of them as they climbed into the car.

“We’ll find some way to make Chopung settle, so just wait for us. Okay?”

Woo Seungcheol looked at him firmly.

“Hyung, thank you.”

Then his expression hardened.

“But even if we end up going to prison, please expose what that bastard Chopung did too.”

There was no hesitation in his voice.

I stepped in.

“No.”

Woo Seungcheol looked at me.

“That’s not how this should end.”

“If you have to lose one thing just to gain another, you can’t really call that a victory.”

I continued.

“For now, leave this part to us.”

“Cooperate with the investigation.”

“We’ll come to the police station as soon as we’re ready.”

The police car carrying Woo Seungcheol and Noh Geumbong drove away from the substation.

Do Kijeong and I headed toward the gosiwon where Noh Geumbong lived.

We needed to find the contact information for the former female assistant he had mentioned.

“Room 213... found it.”

Walking along the narrow corridor lined with tiny rooms, Do Kijeong finally stopped in front of the number Noh Geumbong had given us.

I used the gosiwon key Noh Geumbong had handed me at the substation and opened the door.

The room was barely one pyeong in size.

A bed, desk, and wardrobe were packed tightly together.

Empty cup-noodle containers and snack wrappers were scattered across the floor.

A blanket lay twisted into a pile on the tiny bed, which was barely large enough for one person to lie down.

“Good grief...”

Do Kijeong pinched his nose at the stale smell.

“Tsk, tsk. He really should clean once in a while.”

“Most guys are like this.”

I looked around.

“Let’s just find the drawing books first.”

I quickly searched the desk and bookshelf.

A large computer monitor and a Wacom Intuos3 tablet sat on the desk.

Around them were piles of notebooks, comic books, and drawing books stacked on top of one another.

“Hyung, I’ll check the ones on the desk.”

I pointed toward the shelf.

“You check the drawing books over there.”

Do Kijeong nodded.

He began opening the drawing books on the shelf one by one, looking for a woman’s name and phone number.

I also started going through the drawing books piled on the desk.

As I flipped through Noh Geumbong’s practice drawings, I found myself impressed by how polished they were.

“Hey...”

Do Kijeong sounded impressed too.

“These drawings are surprisingly good.”

He studied one of them.

“They feel really satirical and sharp.”

“There’s something strangely distinctive about them.”

“And the overall quality is high.”

“Yeah.”

I nodded.

“They’re way better than I expected...”

Then I froze.

“But...”

I looked more closely.

“Why does this art style feel so familiar?”

I carefully studied the drawings.

They were rough and almost crude.

Yet that lack of polish somehow made the emotions of the characters and situations even easier to feel.

The characters also had deliberately distorted proportions.

Their bodies were almost three heads tall, with intentionally unbalanced shapes.

But rather than looking bad, that distortion gave the drawings a powerful and unmistakable personality.

“Really?”

Do Kijeong glanced over.

“I don’t read many webtoons, so I wouldn’t know.”

“But this guy hasn’t even debuted yet.”

He looked puzzled.

“Where would you have seen his drawings before?”

“That’s what I’m wondering.”

I slowly turned another page.

Where have I seen this art style...?

Then...

My eyes landed on a character.

A square face.

Triangular hair.

A head, torso, and legs arranged in a strange three-head-tall body.

Wait.

This character...

My eyes widened.

Bongsim?

The female lead from the webtoon Can You Hear My Heart?

Can You Hear My Heart? had been the biggest webtoon hit of 2019.

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