147. Such a nice day.
A pale complexion.
The pure white skin, reminiscent of a vampire lying in a coffin, turned white and it didn’t seem strange if he stopped breathing at any moment.
When I placed my hand on the back of his hand, which felt a little cold, tears poured out.
I rushed to the hospital after receiving a call from my brother’s manager.
I had to take a taxi because there was no car service, so I was briefly told the whole story.
My older brother collapsed while filming and complained of difficulty breathing and was taken to the emergency room.
I tried to call my parents as guardians, but since they live in a rural area, it was realistically impossible for them to come right away.
The manager, who saw the call records left in my contact information, said he had called me as a guardian.
No abnormalities were found as a result of the physical examination.
The doctor’s diagnosis was that stress-related breathing difficulties were likely.
“On such a good day…”
On the day when Luca, whom my brother likes so much, came to her solo concert.
I reach out my hand and caress his face.
“Why are you doing this…”
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The sound of the hospital room door opening.
My brother’s manager, who had been out for a while, came back to his seat.
“…Oppa. “You knew it was like this.”
The arrow of resentment that has no place to go is heading towards him.
He knew that the manager was not a position with much decision-making authority, and that he was an employee who did what he was told from the lowest level, but he had no choice.
Right now, I needed someone to vent this frustration to.
“I knew you were having a hard time.”
Anger boils over at the answer in an overly calm voice.
“So why did you push people into a corner that they couldn’t handle!”
“We made an offer, and it was Taemin himself who accepted it.”
“So do you think it makes sense to bring people in and turn them into something like this? Really?”
A sigh escaped from his mouth as he closed his eyes.
“Mr. Doa. “Let me ask you just one question to confirm.”
“Doah Kim is currently in a relationship with Taemin, right?”
“…That’s right.”
For a moment, I thought about my brother being a celebrity and wondered if I could tell him, but it didn’t matter anymore.
Because I realized that my brother was not happy within that framework.
“Then let me ask you one more question to make sure.”
“Please speak.”
“Is Do-ah Kim the current vertuber Luca from YM?”
I knew there was no one around, but I looked left and right one more time and nodded.
“…That’s right.”
“Then you also know the details of the contract Taemin signed for the first time.”
“…Of course.”
It’s just a short three-month experience in the entertainment industry.
“We admit that we were inadequate in managing our artists, but we fully compensated Taemin for his efforts.”
“I think Mr. Doa, and no one else, will understand that best.”
What do you mean…?
Do I understand the compensation? What?
“What are you talking about…”
“Support for solo concerts. “You got it all.”
“Jiwon?”
“It looks like Taemin didn’t tell you everything.”
The manager took a quick look at his brother’s face, and then he made eye contact with me.
“The most important condition that Taemin put forward when signing a contract with us is…”
Why… Why on earth…
Luca found out what made up the pleasant trembling that made his heart feel heavy.
It just collapsed.
* * *
“No one except those involved are permitted to enter.”
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I slowly raised my head upward at the words of the guard blocking the entrance.
“I’m Luca.”
“Yes…?”
“This is Luca, a vertuber from YM.”
I didn’t know what it was and decided that conversation wouldn’t be possible, so I immediately called the manager.
[Ah~ Yes~ Mr. Luca~ What’s going on?]
A clear voice as if he knew nothing.
[I’m in front of the office building right now. Can you come out?]
[Yes? Are you in front of the office building?]
My sister seemed embarrassed, but she soon said she would go down and hung up.
“No! Mr. Doa! “If you have any plans to come, please contact me in advance. What are you doing here?”
“There are some things I want to ask you.”
“You can call or text as much as you want, but would you like to go to the cafe inside and have a cup of coffee?”
“…No.”
hahahaha, because I’m not in the mood.
“I hope it’s a place where we can talk quietly.”
So we arrived at a seminar room with one small table.
My sister cautiously asked me if she sensed that the atmosphere was unusual.
“So… What story…”
“My boyfriend. “It’s a story about rookie Han Taemin.”
Her older sister’s eyes widened at the name Han Taemin.
“Ah. Yes.”
“I heard that my brother helped me with the support for this concert.”
“That’s right. “Thanks to Taemin, an additional budget was allocated.”
Why are you answering so calmly?
As if it had been announced to me in advance?
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“…Yes?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Have you ever been this angry at someone in your life?
A voice so evil that even I was surprised reached the ceiling and echoed.
“It’s my job! I’m Luca! But why! Why! Why!”
“Would you like to talk to me about applying for my concert…?”
“Mr. Doah. Just calm down first…”
“No? I can’t calm down. How do I calm down? “A person has collapsed and you’re telling me to calm down?”
I bit my lip tightly and sensed that it was my turn to get to the point.
“…Please let me meet you.”
It wasn’t something the manager would talk about with her sister.
“The casting team leader who is in charge of Taemin’s oppa.”
It would be right to hold him responsible.
* * *
Exceedingly refreshing body.
My eyes slowly open.
Feeling a sense of alienation from the unfamiliar ceiling, I was startled and looked around.
A needle stuck in the forearm.
The white patient gown that is not mine.
It seemed like this place was a hospital.
What am I doing…
The memories before losing consciousness begin to be restored one by one.
A shoot that was repeated over and over again.
The director was extremely angry and yelled at me.
When I remembered that time when all I could say was hopelessness, I began to feel depressed again.
However, there was one familiar being in this unfamiliar space, and that was my girlfriend, who was squatting down next to me and falling asleep.
It was Doa.
As Ringer stretched out his arm and stroked her head, she opened her eyes brightly.
“Are you okay?”
She asks about my condition in a hurry.
“Ah… Yes. “I think it’s okay.”
As soon as the words “It’s okay” Left her mouth, tears welled up in Doa’s eyes.
“Ahhh…”
She must have been so worried that Do-ah couldn’t continue her words and shed tears.
And I took her in my arms and patted her.
“What time is it now? “How long have I been like this?”
“Two full days.”
Doa sniffed her snot and answered my question.
“Then maybe you can film…”
It must have been delayed because of me again…
The thought of work as soon as I wake up made me realize how preoccupied I was.
“Ugh.”
I don’t know what’s wrong, but Doa shook her head.
“It’s okay to not worry about that anymore.”
“What are you talking about? That is?”
“Oppa. “I got cut.”
When she says she was fired, a question mark appears in her mind.
Did I get fired? Really?
I didn’t know if she was joking or if she was serious, so I asked her again.
“You’re just saying that, right?”
“No? Oppa, you’re really fired. “Oppa, that drama was cut.”
“Really? “Betting on me?”
“Yes. “My brother bet, my mom and dad both bet.”
It’s okay if you don’t walk there.
“So…?”
Then what happens to me? The contract… The work in the first place…
Various practical concerns pass through my head.
“Oppa.”
Take a moment to organize your thoughts with a serious expression.
Doa, who was looking at me intently, opened her mouth.
“Yes.”
“I have something to say to my brother.”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember what I hate most? “I think I said something about it a while ago.”
I shook my head at the somewhat unexpected question.
“Sorry. “I can’t remember because I just woke up.”
“I said I don’t like people who pretend not to know when they know. I.”
Doa’s hand grabs my chin and pulls me towards him.
“Are you doing this because you want to be hated by me?”
“…Doya?”
When I called her name again to indicate that I could not follow her conversation, her girlfriend kindly added her interpretation.
“When did I ask you to help me with my concert?”
The secret she had kept hidden from Doa until the end is shattered.
“…How did you do that?”
After sniffling, Doa turned her back and took out a tablet from her bag.
“You’re so busy that you don’t even ask me if I had a good concert.”
Inside the screen she held out, a pink-haired avatar holding her microphone appeared.
“Let’s look at this first and then talk again.”
The back of her as she pushed open the hospital room door.
I just watched with a blank expression.
