Rockstar Again - Chapter 130



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Episode 130. The Dog of Flanders (1)

Inside a moving car.

“… … You knew but you didn’t say anything until now… … Traitor… … .”

When I muttered while glaring at Taeju hyung, Taeju hyung smiled again.

It would be more appropriate to call it a dad smile, but then you feel the age difference, so I just call it an older brother smile.

anyway.

“I didn’t know Seolyeong would remember that.”

“Are you going to talk like that as if it were someone else’s business? You cried in front of me? Oh, it gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. What happened in your life to make that cute little girl turn into a witch hag?”

“Maybe, similar to you?”

“what?”

Then, he turned his body completely towards the direction where Taeju was sitting.

Tae-joo hyung’s face, which had been looking out the window, slowly turns towards me.

A deep and calm expression.

Ahh… … !

If he were a traitor, he would have a sinister look on his face like a traitor.

This is why I can’t win against Tae-joo hyung.

It always feels like you’re watching me from above.

I feel like I’ve become Monkey King in the palm of Buddha’s hand.

“You’re quick-witted. You’re smart.”

“Is that right?”

“But you don’t notice.”

“Well… I can see it too.”

It feels like it’s drying up, but I can feel the magic of Yoon Tae-joo that I can’t escape.

As I answered hesitantly, Tae-joo smiled brightly and reached out his hand again.

I dodged with a jerk.

“Don’t touch me. Not for a while. It makes me feel bad. Because I’m a traitor.”

“It’s the same thing. Serin too.”

“… … ?”

“He has a lot of stories too. When a child has a lot of stories, he becomes more perceptive. And then he doesn’t have to be aware of things. He doesn’t pay attention anymore. He runs at his own pace even more. It’s similar to who?”

I don’t think it’ll work out with Taeju hyung.

My head snapped back in search of easier prey.

I see Dong-sik, who was blankly staring out the window, and Young-pil, who was constantly smiling while looking at his cell phone.

“You guys knew too, right?”

“huh?”

“what?”

“The witch hag was that little kid back then.”

“… … I didn’t know… … .”

“Uh… … Well… … Okay.”

The two people’s mouths don’t match.

Youngpil tries to tell a lie, but when Dongsik confesses, Dongsik glares at him.

Originally, Dong-sik was an idiot.

I may not tell the truth, but I also don’t lie.

Only after finding a suitable prey do I feel at ease.

Do I look like the witch hag?

Where are you?

I am a descendant of Dangun who has benefited mankind widely, and that woman has harmed mankind widely.

How is this similar?

Again my head turned towards the driver’s seat in front.

“Sweet mouth Suchanshu.”

Dongchan hyung is riding with Taeri noona in another car carrying our instruments.

The person driving is Manager Park Soo-chan, team leader.

“Huh? Huh… … Haha… … .”

“Was it wrong to give something to the witch hag? Was she tortured or something?”

“Hahaha… … That’s what I… … tried not to say… … but actually I didn’t… … .”

“So you’re saying it was all taken out? Right?”

“haha…….”

“You’re laughing again. Are you having fun?”

“Ha… … hahaha… … .”

“Why are you laughing? I’m really curious. Oh, are you having fun?”

“… … .”

Now, when I see Suchan hyung, whose smile has dried up, I feel sad again.

okay.

What crime did this guy commit?

I heard that he’s quite experienced among managers.

There is no need to hire a separate servant to take care of new employees.

To the three brothers with heavy butts. Even I, who, although I say it with my own mouth, am by no means obedient.

In addition, he even reports Tae-joo Hyung’s situation to Secretary Kwak Moon-ki, who has no relation at all, but to whom he has to report for some reason.

It was far beyond the scope of what managers usually do.

And how many secrets must there be to keep?

If you say something wrong, you can expect fierce retaliation from Director Kwak and Tae-joo hyung.

This guy has a hard time too.

A beggar took us in because he was greedy for a few bucks and ended up with a pierced nose.

“Okay. When a rookie debuts, don’t they usually confiscate their cell phones?”

I decided to continue attacking my original targets, the hyungs, instead of Suchan.

“Huh? Ah… … In general… … That’s true, but… … .”

“That’s it. So, originally, newbies weren’t supposed to use cell phones, right?”

“No… … That’s not right… … If kids have cell phones, the chances of an accident happening increases. Like dating… … or making a mistake on SNS… … .”

I laid my body, which had been leaning forward, back down on the seat and opened my mouth to my brothers.

“Did you hear everything? Hand me your phone. I’ll confiscate it.”

“?”

“uh?”

“What are you doing, you ignorant fool? Hand over your cellphone. Aren’t you trying to have too much fun, you rookies?”

“No… … I need to get in touch with my wife… … ?”

“Me too, Daeyoon… … .”

“Hand it over.”

He unbuckled his belt, quickly got up, and reached behind him.

It feels like it’s wrapped tightly around both hands, so I’ve got it right.

I looked at my two brothers who had been slapped while standing still, then glanced at Tae-joo. Tae-joo smiled and handed me his cell phone.

“… … Don’t give it to me, hyung.”

“Why me?”

“If you tell me not to give it, then don’t give it. I’m worried that it’ll only further torment the innocent Honghak and Gomtaeng sitting behind me.”

Then he laughs brightly again and takes back the hand he had extended.

“No… … Strictly speaking, I’m not a newbie… … ? Dong-ha?”

Youngpil is begging.

“You’re a rookie too, right? Let’s put Tae-joo aside, but what about your cell phone? Shouldn’t you also take your cell phone and hand it over to Team Leader Park?”

Even Dong-sik, whose mouth is protruding, has an even more fierce expression on his face.

Even so, it doesn’t work for me.

“Phil hyung is a rookie singer. And although I debuted with a bunch of rookies, I started out as a self-made singer.”

Then, he held his cell phone tightly in his hand, leaned against the seat, and closed his eyes.

Hmm… I have to hold it for about twenty or thirty minutes and then return it.

If the leader is this angry, isn’t it normal to have to appease him?

“A person with a broken personality… … .”

“You’re a total devil.”

“I can’t hear you, I can’t hear a thing aaaaaaaa… … .”

* * *

When did you guys finally give me my phone back?

Well… … I’m weak-willed, so when the vibration came on our phones, we immediately gave them back.

Originally, when governing a country, it was necessary to clearly define when to be strict and when to be kind.

Since they are older brothers with families, I have to give them a contact network.

Anyway.

I returned to the recording studio after finishing my evening schedule, which wasn’t that busy.

My brothers… … have each gone to their own homes now.

The recording studio isn’t my dorm either, so I don’t think I’ll be eating or sleeping here anymore.

I’m a little different though.

“Are you here?”

The guard dog that had been sprawled out on the sofa barked at me.

So, what I have to do is just one thing.

For a dog that is guarding the house diligently, giving love and attention is the top priority.

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk… … .”

“This damn guy.”

“I bought some snacks.”

“… … What is it?”

Meanwhile, Lars Roemer, the guardian dog of the recording studio, looks at the white bag in my hand with secret eyes.

This human.

No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think I’m here because of the music…

As I put the bag down on the recording studio table, Lars Römer gets up from the sofa and starts rummaging through the bag.

“Oh… … It smells good? What’s the name of this?”

“So-tteok.”

“Soduck?”

“Your pronunciation is really disgusting.”

Whether I said it or not, Lars Roemer had already grabbed a skewer and taken a bite.

Your face is already filled with happiness.

It’s just a very comfortable fate.

They say a dog’s fate is like a fortune, and that old saying is absolutely true.

As I look on happily, watching him eat happily, Lars Roemer frowns.

“What are you looking at?”

“Eat.”

“… … Should I give you one?”

“I feel like I should say this, but it’s okay. Eat a lot. I feel full just looking at the food.”

“… … A guy who has no manners whatsoever, no matter how hard you look for it.”

“They’ll give you free accommodation. They’ll even help you with your music. Don’t you think you can afford to be a little rude?”

Lars Roemer pretends not to hear and takes another big bite of the rice cake.

People might curse me if they see me now, but I’m giving a lot.

Give me food.

Put me to sleep.

Give me the song too.

Even help me write songs.

I’m afraid you might get bored, so come sleep with me.

I’m taking care of you to the point where I can’t take care of you anymore.

“Oh, right. You know how to drink soju, don’t you?”

“soju?”

“Yeah. Soju. An alcoholic drink.”

“Oh… … Good. My mouth was already itching to eat something.”

Although the conversation is entirely in English, there is a definite sense of… … order.

Even though it was 30 years ago, he was older than me… … .

This is it.

A friendship of a higher level than race and age… … something like that.

If I say paper, you might ask if it’s a distinction between white people and Asians or something like that. No, it’s a friendship between people and animals.

When I checked the cell phone that I had in my pocket, it was shaking.

[If I get caught by the screw, this guy will be a bum… … : Brother! I’ll be there in 5 minutes.]

I was so angry that I changed the name, but since I wrote it so long, the name doesn’t even show up.

“who is this?”

“Yes. You dangerous b*tch who pretends to care about me but ends up getting me captured.”

“Is it dangerous?”

I guess you’re bored.

I’m really curious.

I just said it as if there was no need to do that.

“There’s that person who comes over for a drink sometimes. He’s your biggest fan.”

“Ah… …! That guy? Unlike you, he’s polite and cool?”

“The problem is that you are too polite.”

Usually, you just have to do it to some extent and then adapt to your real age, right?

Even though I was older than him, those days are already a thing of the past. In today’s world, he is much older than me.

But he’s very polite.

It’s so neat and tidy that I feel like it’s going to bury me.

“Brother! I’m here!”

The recording studio door opens wide and Donghae lifts up the envelopes he is holding in both hands.

“Do you know the password too?”

“Oh, of course. Didn’t Suchan tell you that last time?”

“… … .”

One is for me and makes me walk on thin ice.

Another person says, “Haha,” and vomits out the barn keys.

There is no one I can trust… … .

“Brother Lars Roemer is still here?”

When Donghae bowed in greeting, Lars Roemer nodded slightly with a charismatic expression.

I looked at that sight with pity and then just said to Donghae.

“Sit down. Let’s have some soju.”

“Oh… … Brother, as expected! I guess you’re starting to get the hang of drinking these days?”

“Shut up. I just want to drink and pass out because of you.”

Whether I hit or not.

He just laughs heartily, pulls up a chair, and sits down near the table.

“Haha! Ah! Brother, the response to today’s broadcast was good, right?”

“Is the response good?”

“Of course! The song is good! If the singer is good and the song is good, that’s it! Wow, but it’s really killing me. It feels like it has more depth than before. I should have commented more there. Ha, that’s too bad. Come one more time. Then I think I can talk properly. Talk about the song with hyung and make music in the same space. Is that why? I couldn’t even say half of it because I was nervous? Hahaha!”

“Don’t laugh.”

“Hahaha! Do you like it too, hyung?”

“It’s good.”

“Let’s have a drink!”

Whether I grumble or not.

This kid’s head is like a flower garden.

I was just blankly watching them fill paper cups with soju, then I picked up one glass and downed it with all my might without even toasting.

‘Let’s lose it… … Let’s lose our minds quickly… … .’

Then another day will pass.

Tomorrow will be tomorrow’s schedule.

The amazing technology of the 21st century makes it possible for two people to have a conversation without me having to interpret in the middle.

While using the translator on my cell phone.

“Haha, these days, I feel so happy, like I’m in heaven! Every day when I open my eyes, I pinch my cheeks. I’m trying to check if this is a dream. Hahaha, having a drink with Lars Römer and my most respected brother is heaven. Hahaha!”

Assassin bastard.

If I die or get kidnapped to a science facility, it’s this guy.

Rockstar Again Episode 131