Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 359
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Episode 359
Shin A-reum’s hometown was full of energy.
From when Seongpil and Shin A-reum prepare meals in place of their mother, when they eat dinner, and when they chat after dinner.
There was laughter at every moment.
“I found this the most fun.”
My mother touched her phone with unfamiliar hand movements. An iTube video popped up.
The thumbnail had Shin A-reum’s face clearly visible, and underneath it was a large caption that said, “This guy.”
The title is.
[Girls League Military Discipline Leader]
“Our daughter is not running around like that.”
“Who raised you? Where did you get your spirits up?”
Shin Areum smiled bashfully and spoke in an adorable voice.
Seongpil had also seen that video.
It was a collection of scenes where Shin A-reum overpowered the members with her unique momentum.
He would rush to Joara, who was putting her feet up on the company sofa, and make her put her legs down, or he would grab Rika, who was struggling to eat a piece of candy, and stop her.
‘I can’t even get out of my sister’s line.’
Shin A-reum’s leadership, despite being a leader, was not limited to her younger siblings of the same age.
Even her older sisters, Baek Seol-ha and Jang Ha-yang, did not allow her to deviate from the rules. Although they were all cute enough to be considered as deviants of the rules.
‘Aram has the makings of a leader.’
Seongpil, who was looking at Shin A-reum cutely acting cute towards her mother, suddenly felt his heart turn black.
‘He’s the kind of person who would be a leader… … .’
There was a time when Shin A-reum’s symptoms worsened at the Girls’ League dormitory at night.
All the members were surprised and called Sungpil, and Sungpil saw Shin A-reum’s reaction, which was different from her previous life.
Seongpil judged that it had gotten worse than in his previous life. And he thought that it was because he had brought Shin A-reum to the Girls’ League.
‘It must be hard to fit in with other people.’
Shin A-reum had that kind of personality in her previous life. No, since personality doesn’t change, she’ll still be like that now.
He is a child who can make others conform to him, but cannot make himself conform.
If she were to take the leadership position, her personality would be a positive force. It would be positive not only for herself but for all the members.
‘Be responsible, take care of others as a given, and lead by example… … .’
But isn’t there such a saying?
The king’s talent is nothing more than the sprout of a traitor if he fails to become king. Shin A-reum must have been having a hard time trying to suppress that sprout.
At that moment, Shin A-reum and Seong-pil’s eyes met.
Shin A-reum sat up straight, as if she thought Sung-pil was staring at her for some reason.
Seongpil also saw that and remembered the reason he came today.
‘I should give you a ticket.’
Seongpil decided to erase his worries about Shin A-reum and enjoy this moment.
The moment has finally come.
It was really long.
‘I’ve been dreaming of this moment ever since I got permission to take Areum as a trainee.’
The moment when Shin A-reum, who has grown up properly, hands over the ticket for the group she belongs to to her mother.
That was almost like proof of success.
Being able to hold a concert is tantamount to saying that the group has the ability to turn a profit.
‘No, all else aside, there’s a much deeper meaning to it.’
It will be possible to show the mother directly. How much love the daughter receives and how much effort she put into getting there.
It is the most direct demonstration that years of effort were not in vain.
For a working person, this was similar to saving up a lot of my salary and giving my parents a gift.
‘Proof that my child has established himself as a member of society. And gratitude for that.’
I say thank you for raising me so far.
I would like to express my gratitude to my parents for the decades they have raised me, condensed into this moment.
I was able to come here thanks to you.
“Oh, Mom.”
Shin Areum hesitated, twisting her body in an uneasy manner.
“Yes, daughter.”
As usual, the mother treated her daughter with a loving smile. Shin A-reum hesitated to check her mother’s expression and then lowered her head.
‘He’s embarrassed.’
There’s nothing I can do.
Seongpil decided to take the honor before Shin A-reum. ‘Mother, I am so grateful that you entrusted A-reum to me back then. This is my answer to your trust in me and A-reum. A-reum has grown so much. Please come and see your daughter’s stage.’
‘Okay, let’s go!’
Seongpil took a deep breath so that his chest was visible, and spoke to his mother.
“Team leader, you were there last time!”
Shin A-reum pushed Seong-pil back.
I was planning to face my mother and talk to her, but my vision was blocked by Shin A-reum.
‘Oh, so that means you’ll do it.’
Of course you would want to do that.
You hesitate to hand over your vote because you feel embarrassed about showing your idol-like appearance to your family, but eventually you will want to say it yourself.
Seongpil understood.
“Did the team leader really say that?”
“… … Yes? What is it?”
Seongpil had missed the conversation while thinking about the intention behind Shin A-reum’s actions.
“Oh, I really did! I told the teacher, ‘Seol-ha, I like snow. I think I’ll think of you when I look at snow until I die!’ Anyone can see that this is flirting… … .”
“Why are you saying that!”
Seongpil hurriedly tried to collect the situation.
But my mother just nodded as if she understood.
“Because the team leader is of marriageable age.”
According to Han Gu-in, the term ‘marriageable age’ is a word that represents the oppressive gaze of society that tells people to walk a set path.
It was definitely not the case that he said that because he was receiving negative looks from those around him for not being married yet.
“But is that okay?”
“what?”
“Dating an idol from the same company.”
“Hmm, it won’t matter once the dating ban ends, right? The team leader knows about it and tells the teacher… … .”
“Of course it’s not okay!”
Seongpil refuted Shin Areum’s statements point by point, saying, “Speak logically!”
Shin A-reum also refuted him.
“There’s no reason why it shouldn’t be possible, right? It’s not like we’re restricting who you can date. It’s not even in the contract. It’s not like the company is your parents. And even parents don’t say anything about their children dating.”
Seongpil nodded his head.
‘Indeed, it’s difficult to refute logically.’
In a democratic country, you can’t stop things like that.
Garo Enter only had a ‘no dating’ clause in its contract, but it did not include a ‘no dating with company employees’ clause.
So Seongpil dug into the fundamentals.
“It doesn’t make sense that I seduced Seol-ha. How big is our age difference?”
“Wow, look at Team Leader Mom’s face.”
“huh?”
The mother looked at Seongpil’s face without knowing why.
Seongpil was slightly flustered when he received his mother’s gaze straight at him, because he thought that maybe the future Shin A-reum would be like this.
“What’s on your face, Team Leader?”
“You shameless, lying face. Do you know what the team leader said? He said that if he had to get married, he wanted to do it with you.”
“Why… … .”
Seongpil pretended to tear out his hair.
Now I have no idea what to say.
I clearly told this story only to Rika, and we promised to forget everything that happened that day.
“What, what I said is public property? If I just use my voice, is it the same as writing on SNS? I won’t talk anymore… … .”
“Cheer up, team leader.”
“Thank you, Mom… … .”
“If you are a person as neat as the team leader, Seol-ha will definitely like you.”
Seongpil felt like dancing on the stairs, laughing madly.
“That’s because Rika told me to pick one of the five of you, so I had no choice but to choose.”
“No choice? Then what if I have no choice but to choose?”
“What are you talking about?”
In the first place, isn’t asking which of several people to choose from a question that you can’t really get a proper answer to?
It’s a pressing question of who you can have children with if the Earth is destroyed.
“I just… … chose Seol-ha because the age difference was the smallest… … .”
“Oh, I see.”
Shin Areum nodded.
“Sister Hayang said the same thing.”
Of course, it wasn’t something that could be expressed at the level of ‘I said so’.
Jang Ha-yang tried to prove why Seong-pil’s words were meaningless by using both logical reasoning and emotional intuition.
“Then, Team Leader, are you not interested in Seol Ha-han?”
“Why are you doing this to your mother too!”
“Team Leader, when you get married, you’ll give me an invitation, right?”
When his mother said that she was looking forward to it, Seongpil laughed in vain.
“I’ll reserve a seat in the front.”
After the strange conversation, Sungpil gave Shin Areum a hint. It was to ask when she would give him the concert tickets.
“That’s right, the team leader again… … .”
But Shin A-reum only brought up Seong-pil’s dark history again.
‘When do you plan on giving it to me?’
By then, it was well past 9 o’clock.
It’s time for Seongpil to go back. Shin A-reum asked as Seongpil anxiously looked at his wristwatch.
“Team leader, do you want to sleep in today?”
“uh?”
“Doesn’t it matter?”
“No, I didn’t bring any clothes or anything.”
“I’ll go to the convenience store and buy it.”
“You really can’t manage your money well. If you keep spending thousands or tens of thousands of won like that, you’ll end up like a beggar… .”
“You won’t get rich if you save on things like that, right? Mom, can I go to sleep with the team leader?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Shin A-reum’s tone was like, ‘Can I sleep over with my friend today?’ Her mother’s answer had a similar nuance.
Seongpil could tell how much he was trusted.
“Then let’s go buy some clothes. And while we’re at it, why don’t you buy me some snacks too?”
“Hey, beautiful… … .”
“Oh, Mom, I’ll pay you back after I get the accounting for what the team leader gave me! It’s okay, it’s okay!”
It seems that Shin A-reum has also been infected by Rika.
No, all the members might have thought of Sungpil as a wallet from the beginning.
Seongpil and Shin Areum left the house. As soon as they did, Seongpil asked urgently.
“Why do you keep putting it off? If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to give it to you even tomorrow.”
“… … .”
“Beautiful?”
Seongpil didn’t mean to criticize. He just said it teasingly as he usually did.
But Shin A-reum’s expression was not good.
Seongpil spoke urgently, wondering if he had spoken too strongly, or if Shin A-reum’s condition had returned, or if there was still some medicine left.
“What’s wrong, Beauty?”
“……that.”
“Yeah, tell me.”
“I’m giving the ticket to my mom. She’s coming to see the show.”
“I guess so.”
“Can’t you give it to me later?”
“Later… …Okay.”
When Seongpil answered readily, Shin A-reum shook her head.
“Later, when we become more successful.”
“Because you’re more successful?”
“So, beat Kaius and become the best idol.”
Only then did I vaguely understand why Shin A-reum had hesitated.
Shin A-reum slowed her pace little by little. And soon, she reached a speed that made it impossible to tell whether she was walking or not.
“I want to show you when I become the best.”
Seongpil stopped. Then Shin A-reum, as if she had been waiting, stopped walking slower than a turtle.
She looked back.
Since there were no streetlights on the road, her expression was not clearly visible. The same would be true for Seongpil’s face.
‘There’s no way it wouldn’t be, right, right?’
The performance of KAIST’s first full-length album shocked each member in their own way.
Some people used it as motivation, some as a stepping stone, some as a goal, and so everyone dealt with the shock in different ways.
But Shin A-reum seemed to have taken it as nothing more than a worry.
‘What Arum screamed at the first artist rehearsal was… … .’
I thought it was to wake up Joara and wake up the tired members’ spirits.
The blood-curdling scream at that time was Shin A-reum’s true feelings. She was anxious and uneasy, so she couldn’t help it.
‘I can’t help but feel anxious and uneasy, because I see someone resting.’
You must have wanted to practice every minute, every second, even 0.1 seconds.
So I screamed at Jo Ara, who was lying down on the stage and resting. I screamed without any calculation, just with anger.
What he said after that was just an afterthought.
“I’ll give it to Mom later… … .”
Shin A-reum’s shoulders fell in a gentle curve, as if symbolizing her depression.
She can’t afford to look at the present.
She only sees the future. Her role model is her future self.
Future self, the best idol.
So, my current self looks so shabby and unattractive. I wouldn’t want to show this to my mother, who I love the most in the world.
“ah.”
When Sungpil placed his hand on Shin Areum’s shoulder, she let out a small moan. Sungpil looked over her shoulder.
Kim Min-ju’s shadow loomed in the darkness.
Last year’s stage came to mind.
A stage where Shin A-reum and Kim Min-joo copied each other’s choreography like mirrors.
Shin A-reum reached Kim Min-ju, but it was only an imitation. Imitation cannot surpass Kim Min-ju.
‘Aram must be seeing Minju’s shadow all the time.’
Shin A-reum sees her role model, her future self, but she can’t see it clearly.
Because in the meantime, Caius and Kim Min-joo are blocking it.
So when Shin Areum looks at her goal, she can’t help but look at Caius.
“Ara, when did you become the best?”
In Shin A-reum’s eyes, instead of darkness, life rose. But it wasn’t in the right direction.
“When I beat Caius.”
“Do you want to beat Caius?”
“yes yes.”
“You can’t show it to your mother because you’re so pathetic that you can’t beat Caius?”
“… … .”
“Do you want to win that much?”
Shin A-reum answered in a prickly tone, as if she was annoyed by the continued questioning.
“of course!”
“Then what if all of the Caius suddenly die?”
“… … What, what, huh? What?”
“What if Caius dies? What if they suddenly disband or disappear for some reason? Then, Arum will stop being an idol? If you surpass Caius and become the best idol, that means you would become the best idol right away if Caius doesn’t exist. That is, if winning is your goal.”
Shin A-reum was speechless.
No, there is a simple answer to that, but it is stuck in my chest and won’t come out. Something is holding me back.
Something, a fighting spirit and an inferiority complex, is blocking the answer.
But the answer kept filtering through the sieve, until it finally went through my throat and came out my mouth.
“Winning… is my goal… my dream… no… .”
Even if Caius disappears, Shin Areum will continue to run.
Because winning itself is not the goal or the dream.
It wasn’t like that from the beginning.
Because, the reason Shin A-reum decided to become an idol.
“The best idol… … .”
“Is it still like that now?”
Shin A-reum had no choice but to write down the answer she had given to Seong-pil’s question earlier.
It was the same answer, but with a completely different meaning.
“of course…….”
“Beating Kaius isn’t the standard for being the best idol.”
Seongpil wrapped his arm around Shin A-reum’s shoulder and started walking again.
“Ara. A rival is a good motivation to achieve something, but it can’t be the ultimate motivation. If there’s no rival, there’s no motivation. It’s hard to continue something for a long time.”
If you look at essays or autobiographies of athletes, you will rarely find cases where they say, “I practiced to beat someone.”
They always say.
He said, ‘Practice to beat me.’
“If you want to reach the top in any field, you have to ultimately aim for yourself.”
The old Shin Areum was like that.
Since her role model was her future self, her goal had to be herself.
“So, what do you think? If you’re still too shabby to show your stage to your mother, then there’s nothing you can do.”
“… … If you say that, what will happen to me?”
Shin A-reum held tightly to Seong-pil’s hand that was wrapped around her right shoulder.
“It would be nice to show my mom that I’ve reached the top, but it would also be rewarding to show her that I’ve climbed the stairs.”
Shin Areum smiled.
Seongpil felt the beauty of the future in that smile. The beauty of the future, the beauty of the past life.
As a performance-oriented solo artist who was almost extinct in Korea, Shin Areum was seen reaching the top, if only for a moment.
“I’ll give it to Mom as soon as I get back.”
The current Shin A-reum runs towards her future self. But she is not the only one running.
The Shin Areum of the future is also looking for the Shin Areum of the present.
The two will meet someday and be called the best.
* * *
Shin A-reum’s mother wiped away her tears. She finally calmed down and opened the envelope with trembling hands.
Inside was a ticket to a Girls’ League concert.
“Mom, are you coming?”
Shin Areum put her clasped hands between her thighs and asked, feeling very hot.
Mother smiled at Shin A-reum and bowed to Seong-pil while sitting down. It was almost like bowing, so Seong-pil tried to stop her by bowing back.
Despite Seongpil’s attempts to stop her, his mother simply bowed to express her gratitude.
“Team Leader, thank you so much. Thank you. I never thought a day like this would come… … .”
Soon after, Shin A-reum’s mother cried incessantly in front of Seong-pil.
I couldn’t control my emotions when I thought of all the years my daughter had poured out on me being held in my hands.
When Shin A-reum saw her mother crying, she also cried.
The three of them hugged each other and shared their joy.
Seongpil bit his lips to show his strength, but soon he burst into tears and sobs like a dam bursting in a flood.
It was a moment I will never forget until I die.
* * *
“The idol Ishikawa Rika appears!”
Rika raised both hands toward the sky. Then she spread her index fingers and placed them on her temples.
Rika’s family snickered at the funny pose reminiscent of the solar system.
Rika remained still like that and then glanced back. Seongpil felt embarrassed and timidly walked behind Rika.
And she struck a pose like Rika, expressionless.
“Executive Officer Park Sung-pil appears.”
“… … .”
“… … .”
“… … .”
“I told you not to do it! I told you not to do it!”
Seongpil slapped Rika on the shoulder as if he was talking to a friend. Rika still maintained her posture, but a smile escaped her lips.
Then suddenly he lay down on the floor and rolled around laughing.
“Okay (Yoshi)!”
Rika jumped up and held out her hand to Seongpil. Seongpil sighed and handed over the envelope.
Rika walked briskly towards her family and handed them an envelope.
“It’s my 4th year!”
Father, Kentaro Ishikawa received the envelope with a serious expression. He held the corner of the envelope, looked at it as if it were a business card of an important person, and then took out the contents.
As soon as the flashy concert tickets appeared, Kentaro fainted.
“honey?!”
Emi Ishikawa helped Kentaro up.
“Haha, hahaha.”
Kentaro took a deep breath, then laughed heartily as if his weak laugh from earlier had been a lie.
“As expected from Ishikawa!”
“Me?”
“Not you!”
“Me?”
“Not you, Yuuto!”
Kentaro patted Rika’s shoulder hard.
“When he suddenly said he was going to Korea, I wondered if he had parasites in his head!”
“That’s too much (hidoi)!”
“But in the end, you get it done. Yes, people who get things done all have their own unique characteristics. Everyone lives the life of a vagabond at least once.”
To be precise, Rika was not a vagabond, because she was well-established and living in Korea.
“Yeah, well, I see, yeah, yeah… … .”
As Kentaro’s voice became wet, Rika also started to cry, saying, ‘Hwing… … ‘
“I am proud of my daughter.”
“Kentaro… … .”
“Did you just call your dad by his real name?!”
“Kentaro Ishikawa… … .”
“It won’t change anything just because you give it a name!”
The couple embraced each other and enjoyed the emotion. Soon, Emido and Yuuto joined in and hugged each other.
Then Rika turned her head sharply.
Her face was covered in tears and snot, but she smiled brightly and reached out her hand.
“Director Park, come too!”
Seongpil just smiled vaguely and didn’t leave.
Getting caught between us is crossing the line… … .
“Come here!”
Kentaro pulled Sungpil and hugged him tightly by the shoulders. Sungpil had no choice but to force himself into the Ishikawa family’s embrace.
The five people were stuck together for a long time, like eggs.
“I told you! I told you! I said I would definitely come back as an idol!”
“Sister, you’re going to become a Hallyu actress… … .”
“Yuu-chan, pay attention!”
“Yeah, Yuuto! Why is that kid so clueless!”
“I guess it’s because he’s going through puberty.”
“… … .”
* * *
Joara crossed the front hallway of her parents’ house while dancing. Her mother and father watched her antics through the wide open living room door.
Joara danced across the living room door, across the living room, and all the way to the table where her parents were sitting.
Seongpil followed behind with a puzzled expression.
‘I’m so embarrassed.’
Joara didn’t care and continued dancing in front of her parents.
It was an embarrassing sight for others to see, but Joara’s dance was also very cool. After pouring out everything she had, she took out the envelope that was stuck in the waist of her training pants.
“Mom and Dad, I told you so.”
Joara raised the corners of her mouth arrogantly.
“I don’t want to succeed at something I don’t want to do.”
As soon as Joara said those words, a shiver ran down her spine. Those were the lyrics to her favorite song, and she really wanted to say them out loud.
“Araya, those lyrics… … .”
“Be quiet, sir.”
Seongpil was quiet.
Joara waved the envelope around arrogantly.
“What, this is how it turned out? What should I do? I didn’t study like Mom and Dad told me to, so this is how it turned out.”
My father took the envelope and opened it.
Two concert tickets came out.
“You’re saying that only people who don’t want to make money should study? Okay? You understand now? What kind of person am I? How strong-willed am I? How great am I? Okay? Okay? Okay?”
Joara said this with a hint of sarcasm, as if she wanted to make up for all the neglect she had received for only dancing.
“Come see me when you have time… … .”
“Ugh… … .”
My mother cried, covering her face with her palms. She wasn’t just crying, she was sobbing.
Joara was so flustered that she couldn’t do anything.
My father put the ticket in the envelope and took a deep breath as if calming himself down.
“Arabic…….”
And yet, my father’s voice was disturbed.
He sniffled, cleared his throat, squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again, and spoke.
“Araya.”
Still with a muffled voice.
“Yeah, that must have been hard. Oh, you’re so great. Oh, you’re so great… … .”
Joara’s movements suddenly stopped. She clenched her fists as she looked around the floor.
And when I reached my limit, I cried while wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. I cried more than my mother, but I didn’t cry so much.
The father awkwardly moved his hand and hugged his daughter for the first time in years.
“I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, Araya. I’m sorry. I’m proud of you. Thank you.”
My father spoke awkwardly, as if he was hugging me.
Joara cried out loud.
* * *
“Nice to meet you, Mom and Dad.”
Jang Ha-yang knelt down and bowed to Seong-pil’s parents. The two oxygens quietly welcomed Jang Ha-yang.
Jang Ha-yang placed the envelopes in front of the oxygen chamber one by one. He had to find something to put them in because they seemed like they would be blown away by the wind.
“this.”
Seongpil gave me a paper cup filled with soju.
Jang Ha-yang pressed the envelope with it.
“Um… … .”
Jang Ha-yang was worried about what to say. She had prepared a mountain of things to say, but when she actually met Seong-pil’s parents, she couldn’t remember anything.
So I had to come up with something new.
Finally she smiled.
“Director Park is my benefactor. He really treats me like family. That’s why I called him ‘honey’ a long time ago, but he told me not to.”
“That’s because you’re not my wife. And if you bring that up again, I told you I would die.”
“Yes. So I just call him Director Park.”
“Mom, Dad, don’t misunderstand. We’re not dating. I told you before, our company’s idol… … .”
“Do you see this?”
Jang Ha-yang swept the envelope in front of the oxygen tank with his index finger.
“It’s a ticket to the Girls’ League concert. Thanks to Director Park, we were able to hold the concert.”
“What did I do? You guys worked hard to get here.”
“You always do this. You can’t give us the ball, you know? You can brag a little.”
“What’s the use of bragging to your family?”
“Ahaha.”
Jang Ha-yang awkwardly swept her palm over her thigh.
“When I hear the word ‘family’ in front of my real family… … I feel something like that. I’m not sure, but I hope it’s not rude?”
Of course, there was no answer.
Jang Ha-yang continued the story.
“I don’t really know what family is, but I think of it this way. When something good happens, I think, ‘I wish that person had done this, eaten this, or seen this.’ In that sense, I think I could be called Director Park’s family.”
Jang Ha-yang saw Seong-pil.
Seongpil raised the corners of his mouth.
“Me too.”
Seongpil took a deep breath and put his hands on his mother and father.
“So, Mom, Dad, don’t worry too much. I’m doing fine. Up until now… … You thought I was just talking nonsense? I’m not lying. It’s true, it’s true.”
After about an hour, Seongpil cleaned up the table and came down the mountain.
The two got into the car and headed to Seoul.
“Thank you for coming with me.”
Seongpil expressed his gratitude.
“Have you been outside in the cold for too long?”
Hot sweat formed on Seongpil’s hands holding the steering wheel.
“Have you been here long? I didn’t check the time.”
Jang Ha-yang smiled brightly.
Seongpil also smiled back.
‘I appreciate you saying you’d come with me, though.’
Seongpil felt uneasy the whole time he was with Jang Ha-yang.
Normally, when Sungpil visits his parents, he talks to himself for hours. But this time, out of consideration for Jang Ha-yang, he shortened it to about an hour and came down.
I think that one hour was a long time.
‘It must have been boring.’
It would have been even more so if I had to talk for over an hour in the oxygen chamber of someone whose face I had never seen or heard.
Seongpil felt sorry for Jang Ha-yang and tried to say something.
I was really trying to say something. Something I didn’t know what I was saying until I said it out loud.
Perhaps, it was the beginning of a conversation that would proceed along the lines of, ‘Thank you for coming, but you don’t have to come again.’
“Is the next one coming up on New Year’s Day?”
Jang Ha-yang spoke first.
Seongpil’s shoulders shook as if someone had suddenly hit him on the back.
“uh?”
“Are you coming for Seollal and Chuseok?”
“Oh, right.”
“Then I will come then.”
“No, Hayang… … .”
“Why are you like that?”
Jang Ha-yang smiled innocently. Seeing that, Seong-pil had no intention of saying anything.
It was Jang Ha-yang who said she wanted to meet Seong-pil’s parents.
There was no need for Seongpil to feel sorry for spending so much time in the oxygen that did not return an answer.
However, Seongpil was anxious and uneasy, as if he was forcing Jang Hayang to do something unreasonable.
‘I didn’t know why I did that… … .’
Now I understand.
Seongpil was afraid of getting hurt.
I’m so glad that Jang Ha-yang came with me.
But it wasn’t something that could happen forever, so it would be better to stop this once.
I got used to someone coming with me, and then when that someone disappeared, it would feel like a hole was being punched in my heart. So I tried to say in advance, ‘This is the last time’… … .
“Hayang-ah.”
When I saw Jang Ha-yang, that thought disappeared.
“I’m always here when I come here.”
“yes.”
Jang Ha-yang responded with a calm and reassuring voice.
“He talks for a long time. For hours. But most of it is just words that he squeezes out. It’s like a diary, looking back on the past few months. He tells that to his mom and dad.”
“hmm.”
“But this time it wasn’t like that. The words just kept coming out. It’s strange. Actually, when I come here, I don’t feel so good.”
“Ahahaha, thanks to me… … .”
Jang Ha-yang, who had been smiling at Seong-pil, erased the smile and turned her eyes forward again.
Seongpil was quietly shedding tears.
“Yeah, it’s thanks to you. Thank you, Hayang.”
Seongpil swallowed his tears and said.
What I couldn’t tell my mom and dad earlier.
“I, you know, Mom, Dad, my dream came true. I got to have a concert. Yes, that’s right… .”
Jang Ha-yang wiped Seong-pil’s eyes with a tissue.
Originally, it was something he would have had to do by himself. Seongpil was so happy that he cried again because there was someone there to do it for him.
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