MMB Chapter 15 Jung Do-hoon, who is everywhere
Chapter 15 Jung Do-hoon, who is everywhere
"He lives next door to me?" Mina opened a bottle of ginger ale, repeated the question incredulously, and curled up on the sofa to continue playing her Switch.
She could sense that Sana Minatozaki had some inexplicable affection for the orange bear. It is said that a gentleman does not take what others cherish. She was just looking for a bet that both sides could accept in this gamble that was destined to be won, and it was not something that was absolutely necessary.
So when Sana Minatozaki said she would give her the teddy bear keychain, Mina simply waved her hand and said she was just joking.
"Yeah, I guess they decided to stay another night at the last minute and couldn't book a standard room."
"Is that so?" Mina blinked and looked at the wall—based on the hotel's symmetrical layout, there should only be one wall separating the two beds.
However, this is a star-rated hotel after all, and the soundproofing is quite good, so there is no need to worry about the two of them having their private conversation overheard.
"Mina, I've been feeling really strange these past few days." Sana Minatozaki put the orange teddy bear back into her bag, scratched her hair, and tried to recall how she felt at the time—
"I can't quite explain why, but when Xueyun brought Zheng Daoxun the hangover soup today, I felt a huge emotional fluctuation in me..."
"Jealous?" Mina finally managed to look away from Zelda for a moment and gently nudged Sana Minatozaki.
The latter suddenly felt an itch on her cheek, as if she had actually been bitten by a mosquito.
"That's really strange..."
The two had already switched back to Japanese in their conversation.
"I just get easily smitten when I see a handsome guy."
"Am I that kind of person?" Sana Minato pouted slightly in dissatisfaction, leaned back on the other side of the sofa, and let out a long sigh. "I still have so much work to do. I'll think about love after I retire."
"Who are you planning to marry when you're in your thirties? Many of those seniors who got married in their thirties had already been secretly dating for a long time." Mina didn't even look up.
Sana Minatozaki even felt that she answered very quickly, almost without thinking, and probably had already thought about these things in her mind.
"If we can't get married, then we won't." Sana Minatosaki sat up, but suddenly felt dizzy, and the man in her dream flashed by.
Her heart clenched inexplicably; it seemed that she and the man in her dream hadn't ended up together.
Sana Minatozaki increasingly felt that it wasn't just a dream, but rather a glimpse into her future—a precognitive dream, a term she had been searching for frequently lately.
"But even if you like Jung Do-hoon, it's no use. He's a South Korean diplomat. It would be too much trouble for him to marry a foreigner like you."
"I never said I liked Jung Do-hoon!" Minatozaki Sana exclaimed softly, then pounced on Mina and tickled her in annoyance. "I think you're pretty good. We can just make do."
"You're so vicious..."
Just as the two were playfully bickering, the doorbell suddenly rang. The two on the sofa froze instantly, thinking of the same person: Zheng Daoxun.
Sana Minatozaki quickly straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, went to the door, and peeked through the peephole—
"Dahyun, it's you...!"
"I couldn't get through to you two on the phone, so I came upstairs to find you." Kim Da-hyun noticed the faint pink on Minatozaki Sana's face, then looked at Mina, who was tidying her clothes on the sofa, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
She went inside and sat on the other side of the single sofa, explaining:
"Our main group is going back to Korea tomorrow, but Sang-won unnie said she'll stay and keep you company. I just wanted to ask you two what your plans are."
"What else can we do?" Mina glanced subconsciously at the next room again, then turned on the TV. "Sleep in the room and wait for the passports to be issued."
"Go, go, all of you go, leaving us all alone in this empty house." Sana Minatozaki leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.
"Dohoon-ssi has done his best. I heard from Dongyoung's administrative officer that he tried to get it done tonight, but the tax bureau gave out all the passports at once, and they can't explain it to their superiors." Kim Da-hyun sighed. "But since he has prepared all the documents for you, you should be done soon."
Dao Xun-xi...
Sana Minatozaki and Mina Mei exchanged a glance.
"No wonder he drank so much today," Sana Minatozaki muttered, "Being a diplomat is really tough."
Mina silently watched the two casually discussing Jung Do-hoon, then stopped playing her Switch. After a moment's thought, she added:
"Dahyun, are you very familiar with the clerk?"
"Uh... I just searched his Wikipedia page, that's all." Kim Da-hyun sensed the subtle "something's not right" in Mina's tone and quickly explained, "That's normal, isn't it?"
While the discussion about the name "Jung Do-hoon" was escalating in the room, no one noticed that a weather news report was playing on the television.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Jung Do-hoon finished showering, completely unaware that he had become the talk of the town. He simply placed the hangover soup on the table, opened his phone, and sent a message to Nmixx's manager:
Thank you for the hangover soup.
The other party's message came back quickly.
[You're welcome, Secretary. It was Xueyun who was very thoughtful and asked me to help prepare the hangover soup. However, since we couldn't find beef blood here, we could only make a simple bean sprout soup. Please don't mind.]
Jung Do-hoon hadn't heard what Seol-yoon said at all. He simply sent an emoji to his manager's response, then exited the chat and slumped heavily onto the bed.
The South Korea-Indonesia Cultural Exchange Season is ultimately a project left by the previous secretary. No matter how well one does it, it is difficult to show one's contribution. It is just that the predecessors planted the trees and the successors enjoy the shade.
No matter how much of a game of strategy there was at tonight's dinner party, and no matter how well he handled the passport crisis, it was all part of his job and hardly a remarkable achievement.
It's said that a new broom sweeps clean, but where should his first act be directed?
The exchange season has already begun, and it's impossible to cancel it now. Should we upgrade the exchange season to a comprehensive exchange aimed at ASEAN?
With this question in mind, Zheng Daoxun fell into a deep sleep in bed, completely unaware that a torrential downpour had begun outside the window.
Looking at the torrential rain, everyone in Nmixx's manager's room exchanged worried glances.
However, everyone's worries are different.
The agent and other members were worried that the flight might not take off on time tomorrow, affecting the autograph session.
Xueyun felt a pang of sadness at the thought of parting.
It was clearly the manager who made the hangover soup...
Why did the manager insist on telling Jung Do-hoon that Seol-yoon brought it up herself?
"It's only right for our agent to flatter him. By saying this, he'll remember how good you were to him, and he'll think of it when we meet again. That's the only way to build a good relationship." That's how the agent explained it.
Oh well, never mind. I probably won't run into that clerk again anyway, so why think about it so much?
But... the way he served me coconut rice at breakfast, and his tall, handsome figure in a suit at the hotel entrance, keep flashing through my mind.
Xueyun lowered her head, looked at her passport, and sighed inwardly.