The Great Storyteller Chapter 254 - Who is Yun Woo? (7)

Chapter 254: Who is Yun Woo? (7)

Translated by: ShawnSuh

Edited by: SootyOwl

“Are they filming?”

“I think they’re waiting for sothing to happen.”

The crowd talked among itselves. anwhile, Juho was observing the crowd of curious fans and reporters from afar. Staring intently at whoever went in and/or out of the building, there were no doubts that their purpose was completely different from that of the crowd at the book fest. A handful of them was even looking in Juho’s direction. ‘So that’s the crowd Nam Kyung was telling about.’ Similar in number to the ti when the schoolyard had to be shared between three classes, fans had gathered in front of Zelkova’s building in order to see their favorite author, sitting on the ground as if knowing that it wouldn’t happen any ti soon.

“What are they doing? That’s just ridiculous.”

The pedestrians were glancing in the direction of the crowd sitting on the ground. While so whispered to each other and mocked them, others exclaid with admiration, impressed by their determination. The standing crowd took pictures of the crowd sitting on the ground, while the caran captured them. anwhile, the crowd from the book fest was watching everything taking place from their respective spots. The crowd grew even bigger over ti. Knowing that the crowd was there with ill intentions, Juho felt sorry for the building.

Standing still, the young author kept observing them from the distance. When a person left, another ca and filled the spot. The dynamic was mutual across the entire crowd. While so withdrew, others held their places.

“You an this whole crowd is here just to see Yun Woo!?” sobody let out. It didn’t take much until the entire street buzzed with voices. At that mont, while the crowd was buzzing passively, a group of people started moving, another group of reporters who had just arrived at the scene. Then, one of them approached the crowd sitting on the ground and, as if they had previous experience being interviewed, a person sitting in the frontmost row complied with the interview request.

“Are you a fan of Yun Woo?” the reporter asked.

“Yes. I own every single one of his books,” the fan said clearly, their confidence exuding intelligence.

“What do you like about him?”

Upon hearing that question, a smile appeared on the fan’s face, and it was clearly visible even from where Juho was standing.

“He’s just incredible. Not only is he a young genius, but he’s anonymous and he’s even managed to win so really famous literary awards. His writing drives nuts. I just can’t get enough of it.”

Then, as the fan looked straight at the cara, the reporter walked a little closer toward them.

“How can you know whether you’ll see Yun Woo here or not?”

“I’m counting on my luck. As you said, there’s no telling if I’d be able to recognize him even if I were to see him. But who knows? That person might just be Yun Woo. And if he really is, then I will have t him.”

“How will you confirm the answer?”

“The answer?”

“As in, whether you really t him or not.”

“Oh, that. It’s simple. I’ll know as soon as Yun Woo reveals himself.”

At that, the reporter continued as if the fan had taken the bait, “Are you aware of Yun Woo’s picture floating around the internet?”

“Yes, I am.”

“So, what does that tell you about your answer?” the reporter asked and the fan hesitated for the first ti.

Then, with a slight disappointnt in their face, the fan said, “I wouldn’t be here right now if it did anything to help .”

As the reporter was about to ask a series of questions about what they had said, but the fan beat the reporter to it, saying, “But now that I know what Yun Woo looks like, I have the upper hand. I’ll be able to recognize him the mont I see him.”

“Do you think Yun Woo will show up today? It seems highly unlikely to ,” the reporter asked, and the fan responded with a shrug, “Only Yun Woo would know.”

With that, Juho turned his head by reflex to look at the people around him. So were sighing, while others were growing irritable, frowning. They were all dying to et the young author. At that mont...

“Huh...?”

... Juho locked eyes with sobody standing next to the caran. Although Juho was about to ignore it, the man didn’t seem to be thinking about doing the sa. Then, raising his hand, he pointed in a direction, opened his mouth, and let out, “It’s Yun Woo!”

The situation took a turn suddenly. As the man said repeatedly, “It’s Yun Woo. He has to be,” the people around him looked around frantically. anwhile, the young author was still locking eyes with the man, even as his na was being called out. The man’s finger and tongue were both directed toward him. The crowd on the ground jumped up at once, and the crowd in their feet took their phones out simultaneously. At that mont, as the tightly-shut door of the building flung open, a number of people poured out of it, including Nam Kyung. Then, with an urgent look on his face, he shouted, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing here?”

Not only did the editor look furious, but his voice also sounded quite agitated. However, none of it was directed toward the young author. When Juho turned back, he saw Nam Kyung’s nephew standing with a cheerful expression on his face, and a cara in his hand, capturing the chaos around him. From his appearance, seeming to be recording a video, Juho was made certain of what Nam Kyung’s nephew was feeling. He was having the ti of his life as people called him Yun Woo. He was on cloud nine, as if he had beco sobody significant, and it was at that mont that Juho saw his old self overlap with the nephew’s appearance. Drunk with fa, Juho had participated in interviews one after another in an attempt to expose himself to the press as much possible. The young author saw himself in the naive nephew, getting angry at people who didn’t recognize him, his body shaking with humiliation. At that mont, Juho felt sobody pushing him from behind. The world shook before his eyes, as if he was being washed away by a strong current. It was an incredible amount of force. It was dangerous, and Juho felt an urgent need to escape. However, he couldn’t move an inch as he was stuck in the crowd crushing and suffocating him. Juho felt an impact against his jaw, and pain on the back of his hand as well as his foot. The entire street roared with shouts.

Feeling dizzy, Juho closed his eyes. When he opened them again after a little while, he was distant from “Yun Woo.” The young author had barely managed to escape. Then, after gathering his senses, Juho observed the situation. The crowd surrounding Yun Woo as if there was an invisible boundary around him could be seen in the distance. Then, as employees squeezed through the crowd in order to protect him and as the barrier beca clear, the crowd started going wild, throwing themselves at it in order to break through. It was quite intriguing when considering human nature was to be afraid of the things unseen. No matter how much the employees shouted at them to back up, it was no use. anwhile, Nam Kyung was desperate to take his nephew into the building.

“This is getting serious. What if people get hurt?” Juho let out.

While the crowd was growing uneasy, they were also quite agitated.

“It’s Yun Woo! Yun Woo’s here!”

A cara flash went off, and people were completely preoccupied with capturing the mont. The wall of voices and flashing lights was quite hectic. At that mont, Juho’s mouth moved on its own, saying, “I’m Yun Woo...”

The boy people were surrounding was not Yun Woo. Juho was the one responsible for writing those novels. Yun Woo wasn’t where people thought he was. When Juho looked up, he realized that nobody was listening.

“I’m Yun Woo.”

... but to no avail.

“Are you serious?”

Juho thought he was hearing things at that mont. As his mouth stopped moving, Juho turned to the side and looked at the person standing next to him.

‘Click.’

The shutter went off, aning that the real young author had been captured on cara. Then, the air sank back into silence.

“Yes, I’m Yun Woo.”

Despite the chaos, there was still sobody willing to listen to him, and Juho couldn’t stop himself from chuckling at just how absurd of a situation he had found himself in.

—

“Gong Pal, look.”

While Gong Pal was playing video-gas, he looked back upon hearing his sister’s voice. Because he was fighting a boss, he couldn’t afford to look away for too long. When he glanced in her direction, what ca into his view was her phone.

“What?” he said, watching the boss losing its hit points. It won’t be long until it t its demise.

“This is Yun Woo, apparently.”

“Yun Woo?”

His fingers slipped from the keyboard at the unexpected na. It was at that mont that Gong Pal found himself in a dilemma. While he couldn’t afford to let up during a boss battle, he wanted to see what Yun Woo looked like just as badly. Unfortunately, while he was wrestling with the conflicting desires in his heart, the boss took that opportunity to kill his character. Then, stopping the ga, Gong Pal turned around on his chair and looked at his sister with his long and thin eyes and a sullen expression on his face.

“Let see.”

At that, his sister handed him her phone, which was showing an article claiming that a paparazzo who had been following Yun Woo’s editor around had managed to capture the young author on cara. Although it was obvious that the picture had been taken in secret, Yun Woo’s face was clearly on it. It was a face Gong Pal had no recollection of seeing.

“Is it really this guy?”

“Read it.”

Then, Gong Pal read through the article, which went into great detail about the situation. The article was claiming that the paparazzo had received information from an employee in the publishing company. The fact that Nam Kyung’s business trip had been canceled out of nowhere and that the two people in the photo frequently ate together made the photo all the more convincing. With that, Gong Pal moved on to the comnts and ca across sobody claiming that Yun Woo’s real na had been revealed, including which high school he went to.

“The age seems to match,” Gong Il said. However, Gong Pal was yet to be convinced.

“Is this really Yun Woo’s editor?” he asked.

“Apparently.”

Apparently. Did that an the man in the picture really was Yun Woo’s editor? Was the person he was eating with in the photo really the youngest and the first Asian and Korean winner of the Nebula and the Hugo? Was he really an acquaintance of Kelley Coin? Was he really responsible for writing so of the greatest novels in literary history?

“Sothing’s not right,” Gong Pal said honestly. Although he didn’t quite understand what he had expected either, it was clear that he was disappointed by what he was seeing.

“Right?” Gong Il said, agreeing with her brother. It was common for the twins to have the sa thought in the sa situation.

“Not quite sure how to put it, but sothing feels out of place,” she said, and her brother nodded in agreent. It was out of place. Of course, what he was feeling was only natural since he had never t Yun Woo, but there was sothing about the Yun Woo in the photo that lacked affinity.

“I don’t know why I’m even expecting Yun Woo to be friendly toward , but that’s how I feel.”

“Maybe you already had sobody in mind that you hoped would be Yun Woo?”

“You think so?”

“I don’t know.”

Gong Pal looked intently at the photo on the phone’s screen. He looked entirely ordinary. If he really was Yun Woo, Gong Pal would eventually co to believe it. Besides, the article claid that not only the person was having a al with his editor-in-charge, but that he also matched the description of Yun Woo’s age. It had also stated that there had been information provided by an employee of the publishing company. Then, a finger appeared on top of Yun Woo’s face, and Gong Il took her phone back from her brother.

“Everyone else in the club probably knows, right?”

“Probably. At least, I’m sure Seo Kwang knows about this.”

“What do you think Juho would have to say about this?”

“Who knows?”

At that mont, they thought of ‘Grains of Sand’ and ‘Fingernails,’ along with the emotional experiences they had after reading them. Yun Woo and Juho Woo. The twins rembered comparing the two not too long ago. A world-renowned author and an ordinary high school student, mber of a literary club. Frankly, they were incomparable to one another.

“Why do I like Juho’s writing better?” Gong Pal asked himself. When they compared things with Juho’s face in mind, the twins found themselves preferring Juho’s writing over Yun Woo’s.

Then, having stood still for a little while, Gong Il said to her brother on her way out, “Well, I’ll let you play your ga.”

“All right.”

Because he didn’t have a reason to stop her, he went back to his ga without hesitation. However, he quickly realized that he was having trouble focusing on the ga. Nevertheless, he pressed on and forced himself to play through it. Then, by the ti he felt hungry, Gong Il ca into his room again.

“Hey, look.”

“Ugh! Thanks a lot. I died again.”

“Just look!” she said with agitation that ti.

“What is it?” he asked, puzzled by what could have shaken her up.

“Yun Woo.”

“You showed earlier.”

At that, Gong Il put her phone right in front of Gong Pal’s face. Being that close, it was hard to make out what was on the screen.

“All right! OK! Give it here,” he said irritably. That ti, it was a post written by an ordinary person rather than an article.

“The real Yun Woo?”

Gong Pal read the post, which was written in the form of a dialogue. ‘This is insane. This is unbelievable!’ he exclaid internally. His heart started jumping. In between the things said by the writer of the post, were what the narrator had experienced in person. The chaos in front of the entrance to the publishing company, and Yun Woo’s editor making an official statent. Yun Woo turned out to be at the scene, and as if expecting people to be skeptical, the narrator included a picture of the young author. Then, when Gong Pal saw the picture, he couldn’t help but let out, “Juho!?”

At that mont, he jumped out of his seat. It was clearly Juho.

“He’s Yun Woo,” his twin sister said.

“Juho was Yun Woo all along.”

At that, Gong Pal nodded quietly. That ti, there was nothing strange or off-putting about the conclusion. If anything, Gong Pal found the post much more convincing than so article written by a journalist. The post contained the raw emotions of what the narrator had gone through. Juho Woo was Yun Woo. As the pieces in Gong Pal’s head started coming together, he started to feel overwheld.

“Do you think everyone in the club already knows about this!?”

“I don’t know. Let’s find out.”

With that, the twins called Seo Kwang that instant. anwhile, the post was spreading through the sea of information at an incredible rate.