Rockstar Again - Chapter 62



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Episode 62. 31 Years or 1 Year (3)

-Tiring ring.

As Hong Young-pil touched the numbers on the door lock a few times with his familiar hand movements, he heard a familiar sound, followed by the sound of the latch moving.

and.

“Huh? Dad! Dad! Why are you here so early?!”

My son, Hong Dae-yoon, ran to the door in one breath and jumped up and down, spreading his arms.

When I look at that sight, all my fatigue disappears in an instant.

These days, I feel much more tired than when I was broadcasting, but I feel mentally fulfilled.

There is such a difference between going after money and going after your dreams.

Hong Young-pil laughed heartily.

“Oh my! I came early to see my son.”

“What do you have in your hand?”

“It’s cake.”

“Why? What day is it today?”

“Um… …Anniversary?”

“What anniversary?”

While Hong Young-pil was scratching his head trying to find an answer to his son’s continuous questions, his wife came up behind him.

“Hong Dae-yoon, aren’t your eyes on the cake in your hand instead of on your dad? You have to finish eating. And then you have to eat.”

“Okay, I got it. I’ll eat it all up quickly.”

As the son ran back to the table, the wife took the cake from Hong Yeong-pil’s hand.

“Just tell me. Is it a secret from your son too?”

“I guess. You can say you’re still young and want to brag. If you do that, you might end up making a liar out of someone who might never be able to reveal it.”

“Instead, let’s take a lot of pictures today. Since Daeyoon is writing a diary these days, he’ll remember today later. He’ll know later that we all congratulated him on his return to being the singer he dreamed of being. Okay?”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll wash up and come back. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be going crazy again. It’ll be hard to even eat together for a while.”

My wife smiles silently.

Just. I was so grateful and thankful for that.

I was thinking that I would finally establish myself in broadcasting, but then out of the blue, I got the okay to do music again without a second thought.

Did he just say okay? Instead, he pushed me on my back and even cheered me on.

“I will succeed. I will show you that it is not too late even after you are over 50.”

“I don’t have to be successful, so just have fun. It’s cool when you make music, you know?”

Hong Young-pil heads to the bathroom smiling, but his wife’s voice continues behind him.

“No. I will succeed. So that I don’t have to force myself to smile and be treated as a funny person… … I will definitely succeed.”

“… … I’m okay. It was fun, being on a variety show.”

“I’m not okay. Don’t you know that I don’t watch TV when you’re not around? I thought it was just me, but Daeyoon has been watching TV for a while now… … He only watches cartoons. I didn’t know. He just watched it because it was fun, but one day, by chance, he was flipping through the channels and saw Honey on… … He turned it off. So I asked him, “Are you embarrassed about your dad?”

“… … .”

“She’s not embarrassed. But she’s angry. She says her dad is really cool, but she’s angry that people are making fun of her. And she’s upset. She says she eats too much, so her dad has a hard time making money.”

Hong Young-pil stopped walking to the bathroom and hugged his wife tightly.

“… … You’re growing up so fast.”

“I’ll put a lot of pressure on you. You’ll definitely succeed, okay?”

“I will do that.”

Since when did it start? The two people who had become each other’s reason for being together stayed in each other’s arms for a long time.

“Mom! I finished eating! Cake!”

Until his son Hong Dae-yoon shouted.

* * *

At the same time, in a villa in Seoul.

The whole family gathered around the dinner table for the first time in a while.

“Is your arm okay?”

Kim Dong-sik stared blankly at his wife’s arm covered by her clothes.

“Okay, then. Are you afraid that I’ll die because I spilled some oil on myself?”

“Is it worth doing?”

“Oh my, why are you going to war? I’m doing what everyone else is doing. Thanks to that, I have fun. So don’t worry about useless things and just do your job.”

It’s a strange house.

The husband is a man of few words and surprisingly delicate, and the wife is a typical Gyeongsang Province person, but she seems like a man.

Of course, the two weren’t like this from the beginning.

When they were dating, Kim Dong-sik was more talkative and funnier than expected, while his wife Choi Mi-yeon was a delicate and shy woman.

This is how time changes people.

The weight of being the head of the household took away men’s ability to speak, and childcare and housework gave women strength.

Kim Dong-sik slowly turned his gaze away from his wife and looked at his daughter and son.

When his daughter, who was picking up rice with chopsticks, made eye contact, he slightly avoided it.

“Congratulations, daughter. I was so busy that I couldn’t even congratulate you properly.”

“It’s okay. What’s the big deal about going to high school?”

If others heard it, it would sound like a really blunt answer… … but Kim Dong-sik laughed.

I thought the women in this family were really similar.

And I also know that there are worries and regrets hidden in such blunt words. Of course, you don’t have to think of it as such and just pass it over. It’s puberty, so there are times when people act really bluntly.

“It’s not easy to go to the preview, so it’s a good thing. I don’t know much about guitar, but my dad’s close friend plays it well. I’ll ask him to take a look later.”

“Okay. Guitars have trends too. Even if you’re a younger brother to Dad, you’re probably still an old man. You don’t have to look at it. It’s a waste of time.”

Kim Dong-sik’s daughter is definitely talented.

An arts high school is not a place you can go to just because you want to.

Because there is a practical test in the entrance exam.

Passing the preliminary exam means that you have the fundamentals, regardless of whether you are good or bad at it, and that you have potential.

It is a well-known fact in the family that Kim Dong-sik moved to Seoul to pursue music again, but he did not reveal who the other members are, what kind of music he does, with whom, and how.

There was also the strong opinion of leader Dong-ha, who had demanded secrecy, and since his wife had not asked anything other than whether he had allowed him to do music from the beginning, there was no need to say anything.

My daughter, who was in the midst of puberty, was busy preparing for her college entrance exams, so there was no time to talk…

“Dad. Fighting.”

Kim Do-hyung, the son who smiled brightly, made a small fist and made a fighting pose.

Kim Do-hyung, the son, is the only one in this household who knows everything about Kim Dong-sik, including who he is and what he is doing.

Kim Dong-sik didn’t speak first, but he happened to get caught.

And then I just said it out loud. I didn’t even bother to ask if it was unrealistic or anything. I’m keeping the secret pretty well.

Even though they’re smiling faintly like they are now, they still act like they’re enjoying their secret.

“Is school worth going to?”

“Oh. It’s okay.”

“… … You take after your father, so there’s no need to worry… … But don’t fight with your friends. Okay?”

“Don’t fight. What kind of kid am I? And the kids here are so gentle and kind.”

Kim Dong-sik stared blankly at his son’s face as he spoke.

Do-hyung definitely takes after his father.

With that face, even high school students would become gentle.

So, the reason I asked if they were fighting wasn’t because I was worried about Do-hyung. It was because I was worried about my friends.

“Yeah. Let’s get along well.”

“Dad. By the way, I heard that you have a new favorite celebrity these days. Aren’t you curious about who it is?”

At the words of his son Do-hyung, the face of the eldest son Do-ah changed to that of a ghost.

“I don’t want to die!”

“Why? Is it a sin to like celebrities?”

The son, who dodged his sister’s fist, shouted at Kim Dong-sik as if he was tattling.

“Move. The person who appeared on My Pick. My older sister likes him these days!”

“Hey, shut up! I don’t like you as an idol, I respect you as a guitarist!”

“Why are you looking at someone you respect like that? You’re always locked in your room with your cell phone in your hand, your eyes wide open and your mouth hanging open.”

“You die, for real!”

“You really have no sense. Huh? Oh my, you have no sense. A woman’s intuition? It’s so funny and I’m falling for it. Hehe.”

“Be quiet and both of you eat.”

The teenage son and daughter who were causing a ruckus in front of the dinner table were calmed down by their mother’s cold words.

“… … .”

“yes…….”

A faint smile spread across Kim Dong-sik’s lips.

just.

Just seeing them grumbling and talking like this makes me feel good, so I think to myself, is that what family is?

‘Yeah. If you think about it, it’s an arrow that’s already been shot. I’ll work hard. So I’ll definitely succeed.’

When a man is over 50, is it okay to stop dreaming?

Is the burden of being a head of a household with a family to feed something that shouldn’t be overlooked?

Is it irresponsible to pursue ideals in front of the wall of reality?

The past few months.

To shake off those worries, I swung my drum sticks every day.

The shoulder, which was getting stiffer more easily than before, spoke to the owner.

Come to your senses.

I’m not young anymore.

So what?

The family that he had thought of as a burden, without realizing it, became his feet and gave him the strength to run into the future.

That’s enough.

“You too, thank you. Go eat something to eat. I’ll feel like crying soon. I told you not to cry and to do whatever you want, but you cry more than a woman these days.”

Kim Dong-sik, who suddenly came to his senses at his wife’s words, wiped the tears flowing down his cheeks with his hand.

“… … .”

“If you laugh and cry, your butt will grow hairs. Got it?”

“uh…….”

* * *

The three members of the band Blue Porcelain are each preparing for their debut.

Yoon Tae-joo was meeting the Savior.

“Why aren’t you with your family and are you in the practice room?”

“Because you’re anxious?”

“You know what it means to be anxious about someone like you, oppa?”

Instead of answering, Yoon Tae-joo slowly looked around the dimly lit basement practice room.

This underground practice room is in the same location as the practice room from 31 years ago, and has been recreated to look as similar as possible.

As a result, it naturally brings back old memories.

The first person to sign the contract for this practice room was Yoon Tae-joo.

It was also Yoon Tae-joo who brought the table and sofa into this practice room.

The beginning was quite grand for someone who ran away from home.

Just looking at the fact that he had signed a contract for a practice room like this and was playing around with good instruments at a young age of just over 20.

Even though I ran away from home, I had a car and a house.

Even though I fought with my father, I was in contact with my mother and received support from her.

But at that time.

Yoon Tae-joo was lonely.

Some may say that this is the lament of the rich, but if you have never been short on money, you will know.

That money doesn’t necessarily bring happiness.

Sometimes, too much money can bring misfortune.

If he had been born in an ordinary home, wouldn’t Yoon Tae-joo have pursued music with the support of his parents?

Anyway, at the end of that loneliness, I met Hong Young-pil and Kim Dong-sik.

At the end of my anxiety about whether I could succeed in music, I met the genius named Lee Dong Ha.

When loneliness and anxiety disappear, and only hope remains.

Yoon Tae-joo was alone again.

Remembering that day, Yoon Tae-joo opened his mouth to Gu Se-ryeong.

“Today is one of those days. It comes every year… … A very anxious day.”

“Isn’t it a bad day?”

“It was like that until now. But not now. Maybe it will be okay starting tomorrow.”

“What are you talking about? My brother and I sometimes speak in a way that is hard to understand, like a shaman.”

Yoon Tae-joo smiled faintly as he looked at the savior.

Now that I think about it, it’s a bit strange.

31 years ago today. The old man was here too. The cute little kid who used to sit on the corner of the sofa and blankly stare at the members. He has grown up so much.

At that moment, Yoon Tae-joo’s cell phone rang.

[wife]

Gu Se-ryeong spoke to Yoon Tae-joo, who was staring blankly at his cell phone.

“Take it.”

“You don’t have to accept it.”

“If you call at this hour? And if it’s coming directly from you, oppa. Isn’t that important?”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Do as you wish, then. I’ll go first.”

Yoon Tae-joo suddenly remembered something and asked Gu Se-ryeong, who was heading towards the practice room door.

“But why are you here? At this hour?”

“Well… … ? I just… … don’t know, me either?”

Yoon Tae-joo’s eyes quickly scanned Gu Se-ryeong’s reaction.

An instinctive movement that a person has when he or she is in a position where he or she has to deal with people and figure out things.

‘Surely you don’t remember that accident…?’

My friend, Salvation Army, said so.

He asked that his younger brother pretend not to know anything about the accident that day or his life before that.

He said that it was fortunate that he didn’t remember, since he was registered as a full-blood sibling, not a half-sibling. So he asked for understanding that the family should treat him as someone who didn’t exist in the accident. He easily agreed to the words of the police, saying that it would be embarrassing if people found out that he was riding in the backseat of Yoon Tae-joo’s car, even though he wasn’t a family member.

Because I could feel the heart of the Salvation Army thinking of their younger brother.

“Do your best tomorrow. I want to put up our sign and say, why TVK of all places? But that’s also funny, isn’t it?”

“… … .”

“What’s really funny is that you’re the one who put up our sign. Oh my? So did we take over Jaemin by any chance?”

The Savior made his big eyes into crescent moon shapes.

Rockstar Again Episode 63