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"Gay." Han Sooyoung said.
She was eating ice cream straight from the tub, a little comfort food after her novel had been rejected for the 5th time. Kim Dokja, who hated her and didn't care about her at all, had come over with a care package to cheer her up about it.
"Are you calling me gay or...?" He asked, staring at her bedroom floor which was full of scrapped drafts and notebooks of concepts.
"They rejected my novel because it's gay."
"What is this? The 1700s?!" He sighed and sat next to her. "But you know, rejection doesn't mean you have to give up."
She groaned, collapsing back on her bed. "Should've just became a lawyer or something... so fucking stupid..."
"Come on you're not that bad at writing." He said awkwardly, not entirely used to being nice to her. "Have you considered self publishing?"
"I don't know how to market shit. And no one's going to read it anyway."
He sighed annoyed and got his phone out, then showed her an old profile she made.
"Look at this, look how many people loved your old web novels. They'd be so happy if they see you've published your own book."
She groaned. "This isn't like those novels... and I wrote those when I was a teen, for TEENS. They're not gonna like this. I don't think anyone will." She buried her face in her pillow.
"...I like it." Kim Dokja mumbled.
"..."
She sat upright.
"Are you broke and desperate for money?"
"What kind of marketing strategy is that." He scoffed.
"Just say it."
"...Fine I'm broke and desperate for money."
She hesitated as she took out her manuscript, then handed it to him. "Do you want to try being my editor?"
"Oh... really?" He stared at the pages. "I mean... I've only edited articles and blogs-"
"I NEED this, no one else understands the plot like you... and you come up with good ideas... sometimes..."
He grinned. "One condition: I'm forever allowed to make fun of you for grovelling at my feet."
She sighed, sinking to her knees. "I fucking hate you."
He smiled, staring down at the manuscript.
"Are you gonna finish that?" He pointed at the ice cream tube.
”That’s MY feel good food.”
”Yeah but you made me feel bad so now I deserve it.”
She rolled her eyes.