131. Eokkka
Fantasy needs to have some degree of reality to be fun.
When I read the article posted on the Internet, I was so dumbfounded that I could only laugh.
“Mr. Taemin. “This is a very important matter.”
The manager who sat me down looked at my face with a very solemn expression.
“I’m speaking from the bottom of my heart. “You need to tell me the truth about this now.”
“Manager.”
I placed one hand on my forehead and sighed.
No. Well, from where to how far do you have to deny it?
A text that describes the life of someone other than me.
It was a middle school album that I brought as an authentication, but it seemed to belong to a kid I went to school with.
“It’s true that I graduated from that school, and the manager saw it at that time too. “My student record.”
My past history is nothing special.
I thought that if it were a crime to commit a crime, I would be a wanted criminal, but such a world line did not exist.
“I never really hit anyone and went to school quietly.”
It was very difficult to prove something that did not exist.
Should I say this is a similar question to asking why pizza is called pizza?
I was worried about how I could convey my message most effectively, so I just wanted to be honest about what kind of kid I was.
“Well… Manager. “You know I like Luca.”
“Yes. “I know.”
“I used to really like cartoons and animations like that, right? “Do you still like it?”
It seemed like work time was gradually getting later, but I wanted to hit the nail on the head, so I tried my best to explain how much of a crappy school day I had been.
“So on sports day, instead of going out, I hid in the classroom and read comic books!”
This is a super secret that even my mom doesn’t know about.
I was going on in so much detail that at some point Manager Danny smiled and nodded.
“Is this trustworthy?”
“Yes… I think I can convey this to the team leader well.”
“Phew…”
School violence is a nonsensical thing to say.
There was a time when I passed through an alley quickly because I was afraid of getting hit.
“First of all, I feel it is a little early to respond right away, so I will wait and see a little more. Mr. Taemin. “I hope you don’t worry too much and just trust us and wait for us.”
We went back to the parking lot, got into the manager’s car, and started the hellish ride home from work at 6 PM.
“By the way… These vulgar haters are rookies and have no problem with it.”
Cars moving intermittently according to signals.
As I stepped on the brakes, the red lights on the road that came on looked like a group of haters anxious to block my path.
“Taemin, if your popularity rises rapidly, you will have to move.”
“…Are you moving?”
Moving? Are you telling me to move?
“Yes. “I guess the place you’re staying isn’t very secure, right?”
It was unreasonable to expect a luxurious security system for a single room rent.
It would be even more strange that the locking mechanism was loud when the tenants who were inside and the items inside were of no particular use.
“But… doesn’t moving require a variety of conditions?”
“We want to allow artists to work as freely as possible, but usually artists move first.”
I thought it was because those people made a lot of money, but the following words cleared up my doubts.
“No matter how popular you are, you will inevitably have malicious fans.”
The manager, who was holding the steering wheel, sighed briefly.
“It just happened because I was doing this job. Before taking charge of Taemin, I worked with newcomers and with people whose names I would recognize, and it all worked. All.”
“At first, they tried to figure out what measures to take and how to endure, but in the end, they just felt uncomfortable and ended up moving a lot. “The company knows everything about how things work, so they recommend it.”
I rested my chin on the window frame and felt afraid of the future that might come.
It wasn’t because I had any special affection for the house.
If I leave, my girlfriend will be left behind.
It was because I was worried about Doa.
The countless benefits I was able to enjoy because I lived right next door flash through my mind.
She said she wanted a late-night snack, so she came early in the morning and ordered tteokbokki.
The days when I had to repeat bringing her to the studio and bringing her back.
Even if you don’t contact us in advance, sometimes events come as a surprise.
…I guess I can’t do even one thing.
Of course, there was no guarantee that someone would make me a superstar, but it just occurred to me.
“Thank you for your hard work. “I will come at the same time tomorrow.”
I couldn’t go into the alley because it was difficult to get in, but the manager dropped me off in front of the bus stop.
“Yes! Please go in carefully!”
The snow has not melted, so the climb with the remaining ice feels new.
Moving… I could move…
Every time I go up here, I always think about how nice it would be if it were flat.
When I thought that I could actually go to flat land, I felt depressed.
She takes out her cell phone and calls Do-ah.
[Hello?]
[Oppa! Why are you contacting me now? They say it ends at 5 o’clock!]
It was a bit difficult to say that I had been receiving counseling for school violence issues, so I just covered it up by saying that class was late.
[What about rice?]
[I’m hungry.]
[Are you going to eat at home?]
[Perhaps I will have it delivered?]
I didn’t eat well to begin with, but now I was mentally and physically exhausted in many ways.
[Would you like to eat together?]
[Have you eaten yet?]
[I was waiting because I wanted to eat with my brother.]
When I say things like that, I feel sorry for no reason.
[Wait. I’ll just change my clothes and go to your house.]
[Shall I order food in advance?]
[Yes. Order whatever you want to eat.]
[So, how are the pig’s feet after a long time?]
The girlfriend hummed her song as if she was excited at the thought of eating something delicious.
I went inside the house, saying I would be leaving soon.
Miss… When the manager brought up the topic of moving, it felt like everything was being rewritten.
Why does it feel so sad even though it was a room that had no emotion whatsoever?
Acknowledging that I was surprisingly a sentimental person, I hurried to Doa’s house.
“Ta-da!”
Doa wearing clothes she has never seen before.
“How do you feel? “It’s pretty, right?”
“Did you buy it new?”
I remember the pajamas were light purple.
Today’s Doa was wearing light pink pajamas reminiscent of Luca’s signature color.
“I bought it at an online shopping mall, isn’t it okay?”
“Yes. Cute.”
When I answered with a smile, Doa came into my arms and hugged me.
“You worked hard.”
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“No. What.”
Before the food arrived, I diligently explained to them what I had learned today.
“Try it. Then.”
“…I don’t like it.”
“No. “Why don’t you just learn it and then do it?”
Doa says he was tortured by sitting and standing up, so he immediately tells him to try it here.
It wasn’t a cool move to show, and I wasn’t confident that I could do it well, so I gritted my teeth and lay on the bed despite her request.
-Knock knock knock
When I finally heard that the food had arrived, I jumped up and went out to receive it.
“Let’s eat~”
“Show me something after eating.”
He’s like a stubborn Luca-tan.
As I laid out the table, Doa opened her packages one by one and placed the containers on top.
“Ah!”
“Wow! It’s a surprise!”
Doa screamed so loudly that I was startled and almost missed her plate.
“What’s wrong?”
“Makguksu!”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t order Makguksu!”
Doa stretching out her cheeks like a screaming painting.
My girlfriend rested her head against the frame of her bed helplessly, as if her soul had run away from home.
“I am a fool…”
“No. You can order it next time. “What are you doing again?”
“You eat pig’s feet to eat makguksu.”
“That much?”
I couldn’t sympathize much because I was the type of person who ate what I had and drank what I didn’t have.
I helped her up as she had become a zombie and we started eating her.
“Really… It was my fault for not telling me about this in advance.”
“You did it yourself. How can I tell you?”
“Lucario should be banned from chatting for a month.”
Mr. Doa is increasingly abusing his power.
I shook my head.
“Oppa. Still, isn’t the response to dramas really good these days? “I think there were a lot of comments.”
“Ah…”
I was instantly reminded of the school violence and failed to manage my facial expression.
Doa did not miss her opportunity.
“Why? “What’s going on?”
“No. Because there is work. “It’s just… nothing.”
Doa tilted her head as if my response seemed more suspicious.
“There’s something missing, right?”
“Okay then.”
“I saw all the comments yesterday too. “Everyone said they liked my brother because he was very handsome and cool.”
Perhaps she was trying to show the comments to cheer her up, but Doah’s fingers stopped moving as they were scrolling.
Her pupils shaking.
“Uh…?”
There was only one thing that came to mind in her reaction, as if she had seen something she couldn’t see.
What? Could it be that you saw that…?
I thought it would be better if she didn’t see it…
“What the f*ck?”
I flinched at Doah’s harsh swear words, which I had never heard on air.
