Love Fiction Page #4

so that I may have you here.

I even love your past that led you to me.

Thanks. Even if it's just for now.

I'm serious.

I'll always be with you.

You promise?

Of course. Only three reasons

why I can't keep my promise.

What's that?

First, I get attacked by Jaws.

Second, King Kong visits.

- And third?

- Reserve forces training.

Can I come over tonight?

Tonight? Of course.

Sure! My brother's

on a biz trip now.

Hello?

What are you doing?

Aren't you coming?

There's a soccer game on.

Stuck at home when it's so nice out?

Aren't you going mountain climbing?

Not in the middle of the night.

How about meeting friends?

I don't have any.

You wanna bring Heejin over?

Yes.

That's great.

Let's see a girl for a change.

Talking about girls when you

wanna become a monk?

Heejin will be your

sister-in-law.

Anyway, go to a nearby theater

and watch a movie or something.

No money.

There's $100 bill inside

my 'Lord of the Rings' book.

Okay!

Heejin is taking a shower in my bathroom.

Oh, happy water drops!

Exhilarated bubbles!

White tiles that took in dried up semen.

Let's all sing in glory!

What the.

Why?

What's going on here?

What? Never seen underarm

hair before?

It's not that.

Just not this much.

Think it's weird?

I'm a little confused.

Women in Alaska never shave it.

But this isn't Alaska.

So what? You have armpit hair.

It's different for a guy.

How?

I can't do this.

- Heejin! I'm sorry!

- I'm going!

I'm sorry.

Forget it.

I'm so sorry. Please?

I don't mind your underam hair.

I love furry things.

I only wear fur hats.

I love furry animals.

I love furry mold growing on cheese.

And we have furballs all over.

I'm really sorry.

Really?

Really.

If you say anything about it again,

I won't sleep with you.

Promise.

Come on. I love fur.

Whoa! Fur!

Before we start again, I want to

officially apologize to the fur.

- Go ahead.

- Okay.

Hey, furry fellas.

Hear me?

Sweet fur that keep my dear

Heejin's armpits warm.

How furry and thickly you've grown.

Stop!

You're awake?

Yes. Did you sleep well?

Yes. And you?

Slept too well.

I look ugly.

No, you're gorgeous.

Your dazzling beauty blinds me.

You lie.

No, my breath stinks.

I don't care.

What were you doing?

Talking with your underarm hair.

What did it say?

Let's meet often.

I think it likes me.

For you, my love, I could jump

into an explosive volcano.

RUMORS AND TRUTH SEEKS

SERIAL STORY WRITERS

HAIRYLADY CHAPTER 1

Afternoon showers turned into

a downpour at nightfall.

While the broken window wiper squeaked

and struggled to push the rain away.

Inspector MA of Incheon police

suddenly recalled a line

from a German poem.

'The city streets all led to

foul swamps in my time'

Running to the scene of a crime on call,

he wondered why that line

popped in his head.

And shook his head in dismay.

Just then.

Is she dead?

No, she's breathing.

Let's take her to the hospital.

Oh, no.

Why the hell are you so late!

What a spectacle.

This! This! This!

The water's not deep enough to drown.

Identified the victim?

Why you!

I had an accident on the way.

Why the face?

You'll get wrinkles.

You always get in accidents.

Who's the girl this time?

Well, well.

A middle-aged man can't be

at a mansion alone.

Where's the girl?

It's your job to find her.

He must've had a lover.

Find her.

The victim's a senator.

- Captain?

- What.

We got an ID on his lover.

Name, KIM Hae-young, age 31.

Photographer.

She can't be reached.

Why? Do you know her?

She seems familiar.

Of course.

You know every good looking

lady in Incheon.

Fine. I'll find her.

Bring her within 24 hours.

No need.

I'll call you in the morning.

Are you okay?

What happened?

Someone hit you with his car last night.

You don't remember anything?

Really?

The man beside you.

Do you recognize him?

I've never seen him.

My head hurts.

Excuse me. I must lie down.

Looking at KIM fast asleep,

MA starts to regret

what he said to Capt. GWAK.

'This lady must have

some unavoidable reason.'

'I'll snoop around more

before I hand her over.'

BOSS, I'M SORRYABOUTBEFORE

I STARTED WORKING ON A SERIAL

Is she gone?

Yup.

Did you do it?

Yup.

How was it?

What do you mean?

Why do you want to know?

Was it good?

Yes.

Did you use a condom?

Don't worry.

Great. Going all the way

this time?

What's that?

Marriage, fool.

Marriage? After sleeping

one night?

You want to get married, right?

Don't know.

I've been thinking.

Dating and serial stories are similar.

Based on reader response,

the story can grow

or be given up early.

As episodes build up, I'll be more sure.

It could end up a happy ending

or a sad one.

Who'd wanna read a story

knowing the ending?

Sh*t, it's sour.

No one reads a series from the end.

As skilled writers do, I refrained

from rash judgments

and waited for the character to come to me.

So, I started writing notes on Heejin.

First, she's lovable.

Second, she grows underarm hair.

You're early.

Hi.

What are you starring at?

Nothing.

Excusez moi.

She's my girlfriend.

Very pretty.

Who'd ever imagine she grows armpit hair?

Sorry.

After all these years,

I thought I met the perfect woman.

How do you think I feel?

Perhaps like this?

An art historian sets out

in search for Cleopatra's portrait.

He struggles and eventually

finds the original.

But someone drew a mustache

on the Egyptian queen's face?

Exactly.

Armpit hair.

Don't!

Is there something on my face?

Aren't you curious why I like you?

I am, but I don't want to hear why.

Why not?

I like imagining it.

No matter what you say, it's temporary.

I don't want to make you a liar

if we ever break up later.

I love you.

Can you say something else?

Don't women like to hear I love you?

Not something every woman wants to hear.

Say something only I can understand.

That's hard.

I...

cherry you.

Me, too.

- By the way.

- Hmm?

- I have a favor to ask.

- What?

Write me a letter.

A letter?

It doesn't have to be funny

like when you first hit on me.

Just write anything.

I want to read your letters.

Fine.

The fourteenth thing I learned about her.

She sometimes misses letters for her.

You look like a rocker!

Our cherry-like days continued.

'Hairy Lady', the serial,

Also worked out smoothly.

Heejin's thick armpit hair

shocked me deeply.

And that shock inspired me to write.

What seemed to be a flaw at first

felt like a very unique expression

of her individuality.

I'm the only one in the universe

who can see her armpit hair.

Having that privilege somehow

made me proud.

An inspector in love with a criminal.

It's so cliche.

But the criminal's dilemma of

not remembering her crime is good.

It's good. I like it.

Nice.

So, what happens next?

She'll get caught in the hospital.

First, MA hides Hae-young

somewhere.

Then, they spend the night together.

Great. We need that!

I want a detailed depiction

of that in the next segment.

While they are making love,

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