Rockstar Again - Chapter 134



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Episode 134. Reason (1)

Korea University Hospital Emergency Medical Center.

“Good work, everyone.”

“Thank you for your effort.”

“You don’t have to say hello.”

Lee Beom-seok gave a quick greeting to the remaining employees and quickly walked away.

A day in the emergency room is busy yet leisurely.

Actually, I have to be busy every day.

In the case of patients who go straight to the emergency room, there are many people who are competing for every second. In Korea, accidents and incidents happen at any time.

In particular, the Korea University Hospital Emergency Medical Center is located in the heart of Seoul, the capital of South Korea.

Because there are so many people, there are bound to be that many accidents.

That doesn’t mean I’m always busy, but I express myself as being free even when I’m busy.

Nurses and doctors in charge of emergency rooms are generally fast-moving. There are only two types of medical personnel in emergency rooms who are slow-moving.

Or maybe you are not a hasty person by nature.

Even if you walk slowly because you have a lot of time on your hands, your judgment is quick.

Although Lee Beom-seok was closer to the latter, his steps on his way home from work were faster than anyone else’s.

As he walked briskly, Lee Beom-seok added a little worry to himself.

‘Should I slowly hand over the center director position… …?’

He was too old to be the head of the emergency room.

Because of the nature of the center, which requires physical strength and having to wait regardless of the time, the center directors were often doctors in their 40s.

of course…….

The reason Lee Beom-seok began to consider stepping down from his position as center director was not because of his physical health.

‘I have to go and get Dong-ha some food. If I leave this kid alone, he’ll only know how to eat cornflakes with milk. He can’t even eat properly… ‘

As I thought about it, it was so absurd that I couldn’t help but laugh.

We’re close.

Clearly, looking at what these two guys are doing to each other, it’s clear that they recognize each other as friends, beyond the wrinkles on their faces or their social status.

‘Damn it

Deep inside, I feel like my friends are becoming family. Not just side by side, but love… … I feel like I am practicing something similar.

To put it simply, from some point on, he began to recognize Dong-ha as his real son.

“Am I crazy… … Seriously… … . Why do I have to prepare that kid’s food every day?”

“Huh? What did you just say?”

Lee Beom-seok suddenly raised his head at the sound of a clean and clear voice coming from in front of him.

“Huh? Huh… Nurse Park. Why? What’s going on?”

“Huh? No, the director just passed by and said something like ‘That kid… … food… …’ so I asked… …?”

“Ah… … no, haha… … .”

Lee Beom-seok, who had been killing time with a laugh, tried to talk back separately, but ended up answering with a half-truth and a half-lie.

“My son, you’re all grown up now, but I think it’s a chore to even serve you food.”

“Ah… … But, son, aren’t you busy these days? Do you eat home-cooked meals every day?”

Everyone at the hospital already knows.

The fact that Lee Dong-ha, the leader, vocalist and guitarist of Blue Porcelain, who has become a hot potato in South Korea, is his son.

The reporters should have harassed him a bit.

Even though I was a respected person and of a certain age within the hospital, it was true that I felt both annoyed and proud when young nurses and junior doctors asked for my autograph.

“After debuting with my first album, I’ve been coming home more. Before, I wouldn’t come home because I was working on songs or something. It’s so annoying.”

Nurse Park Si-young smiled faintly at Lee Beom-seok’s words.

“If you need any side dishes, just let me know. If I have any leftovers from my cooking, I’ll bring them over.”

Lee Beom-seok felt something hot inside.

When you say hospital, it sounds grand, but it is ultimately a place where people live.

If you see each other every day, you will develop a bond that you never had before, and young men and women of similar age will start to have a spark.

Then… … Should I call this a kind of plotting in modern terms?

But the age difference is too big for that.

Moreover, he is middle-aged with a potbelly and a bald head.

“Oh, that’s it. I’ve gotten used to it now, so I know how to cook quite a bit. The nearby side dish store is also good, and there are a lot of them, so it’s okay to buy them and eat them.”

As he said that, he hurried his steps again as if to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

If you mess around without knowing your place, you’ll most likely lose your reputation.

Somehow, I ended up becoming a star’s father.

It’s something that could throw shit in front of him.

Still, what… … .

It didn’t feel bad.

Although I dismissed it as a minor misunderstanding on my own.

The fact that he could feel this way too… meant that he was slowly moving away from the past.

‘Our Dong-ha… … I miss you. Dad won’t forget you.’

Every time that happened, I made a promise to myself.

The more his friend feels like a son to him, the more he fears that Dong-ha, his real son, is gradually being erased.

Ironically, life is a farce of either/or choices.

If you have one, you have to lose one.

As happiness grows now, the painful past becomes smaller.

Because there are some wounds that you just don’t want to forget.

Wheezing— Wheezing—.

The cell phone he had kept in his coat pocket shook violently, so Beomseok Lee took it out.

These days, technology has advanced so much that international calls are clearly marked as international calls.

‘Is it voice phishing again?’

It was such a precious call that I wouldn’t have picked it up normally.

I pressed the receive button on my own, feeling strangely familiar.

“hello?”

– Long time no see.

thud-.

In an instant, Lee Beom-seok’s heart fell to the bottom of the abyss with a single insignificant word.

Lee Beom-seok barely managed to return the fallen heart to its original position. Perhaps… … it was possible because he had worked in the emergency room for a long time, he said, feeling proud of himself once again.

“… … That’s right, it’s been a really… … long time.”

-Don’t you have something to explain to me?

“I don’t know what… … you’re talking about. I don’t even know why you’re calling. Are you… … doing well?”

-There you go again. You’re still the same old story of leaving out the main point and talking about other things.

It’s you… … .

It’s a pretty familiar expression, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard it.

As Beomseok Lee held his cell phone still, a woman’s voice came out from the other end of the phone again.

– Our Dong-ha. He’s dead, right? What did you do?

thud-.

Once again, Lee Beom-seok’s heart drops.

I lived without even thinking about it until now.

My wife, who became a perfect stranger after the divorce, completely turned her back on Korea.

The death of his son Dong-ha was erased as if it had never happened, to borrow the expression of his friend Dong-ha.

It was as if the god of music had told him to do so, and he was able to give his son Dong-ha’s identity to his friend.

Anyway, it had become quite natural by now, so I lived without thinking much about it.

But why now?

– I’ll be going to Korea within a month. Until then, I’ll have to explain, no matter what the excuse is.

“No, just a moment… … .”

Lee Beom-seok’s empty excuses echoed through the hospital hallways.

Lee Beom-seok stared blankly at his disconnected cell phone and bit his lower lip.

My wife is always like this.

A person who runs once he/she decides on a direction.

It may not be right to judge men and women by their personality, but from a classical perspective, a wife is a more manly person than a man.

So, she could have left herself behind and taken her young son’s hand to America.

The husband left behind didn’t care.

Putting aside the awkwardness of my relationship with my ex-wife or the awkwardness of a long-awaited phone call.

First of all, the important thing is how to convince and make my wife understand that I will return within a month.

* * *

Really… … People are difficult, difficult.

I looked at Beomseok, whose face had lost all its color, and let out a small sigh.

“You’ve had a hard life too, really.”

“Is that what you’re talking about? Who caused this to happen?”

“Not that, X-shin-ah. People think you’re rich and a doctor and have it easy. Charlie Chaplin was wise. Life is a comedy when seen in long-shot, but a tragedy when seen up close. That’s exactly how you are.”

“… … .”

It’s a bit frustrating to have your head bowed like you’ve committed a sin.

It’s ridiculous to think that something like this would never happen in the first place.

The God of Music gave me all the qualifications to take on the role of Beomseok’s dead son.

There were many factors that occurred in the process, such as how Tae-joo Hyung intervened, and anyway, thanks to his intervention, I became Dong-ha Lee, the real son of Beom-seok.

It’s stranger that a person lives another person’s life without any problems up until now.

“Sister-in-law… … What kind of style is it? Can money solve it?”

It’s not because of materialism.

First, I listed several solutions as they came to mind, one by one.

Then Beomseok smiles bitterly.

“Even if you give me a billion dollars, it won’t work?”

“Even if you give me a billion dollars?”

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not the type to compromise like that. That’s why I crossed over to America without looking back… … .”

“How about borrowing?”

This time, Beomseok squirmed as if he was shocked, then sat up straight with his legs crossed.

“Appealing to emotions… … That won’t work anymore. In the first place, why did you take the child abroad? It was for treatment, but… … I still think it’s because you don’t want people to know that our child has a disability. Emotional things… … It’s far from that woman. The only emotional target of that woman is our son. It won’t work even harder.”

If it doesn’t make money and doesn’t appeal emotionally… … hmm… … .

I lightly scratched the bridge of my nose.

“Just be honest with me. A friend I thought was dead came back and I ended up borrowing his identity. Like this.”

“Will that work?”

“What’s wrong with that? Everyone here believes it? I’m telling you this because I’m the one telling it, but honestly, it’s funny how it works. How can you all believe that you’ve time traveled? Is it because you watch too many dramas?”

“You crazy bastard… … Are you seriously incapable of answering this seriously? This is seriously a big deal. That woman is coming to Korea in a month, and if you don’t give her the answer she wants, she’s going to hold a press conference.”

I looked at Beomseok, who was frowning, and shook my head slightly.

To be honest, it’s not that I’m not serious.

What should I say… … .

When things like this happen in the future, most of them are resolved just like that.

Even if it’s not necessarily for that reason, there may be times when I’m not serious, as Beomseok said.

Beomseok’s ex-wife… … Then, will she become my mother now… …?

“When I see you, sister-in-law, should I call you mom?”

“Are you crazy, really?”

“You’re my mom now, right?”

“… … Ha, I really thought I’d have a serious talk with you… … How about just asking Taejoo hyung for help?”

This time, I hit Beomseok.

“You say money can’t solve it? I wouldn’t ask Tae-joo hyung to assassinate my ex-wife, so why would I tell him?”

“Huh… … See… … Right… … ?”

I looked at Beomseok, who had lowered his head once again, in silence, and began to formulate a hypothesis of my own.

I have time traveled.

If only the God of Music really existed and opened my path.

A question about my roots: why on earth did I come to the 21st century?

To make my dream come true?

Since my skills were the same then as they are now, I wouldn’t have needed to time travel, right?

Maybe I was destined to die in that accident?

The god of music felt sorry for the death of the genius and traded 30 years of his life for me.

So, what if there was another reason I was put into this world, other than simply making music and pursuing my dreams?

I have confirmed that my own hypothesis has reached one conclusion.

“Nureong-ah.”

“Oh, I told you to be serious?”

“Anyway, Nureong-ah. Are you happy to see me again?”

At my words, Beomseok weakly raises his head. As if to ask what the hell that means.

So I asked again.

“Don’t you think that my return filled a hole in your heart…? By the way, I’m very serious.”

Beomseok, who had been examining me closely, finally nodded his head slightly as if he had surrendered.

“Well… … That’s right. You came… … It’s good. It made me think again that I’m not alone… … .”

“That’s it.”

“what?”

“The reason I came.”

There must be something there that will convince Beomseok’s wife.

Rockstar Again Episode 135