episode_0096

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It would be nice if one show was completely screwed, but that’s not the case.

After she abruptly ended the broadcast, comments were blocked on both her broadcasting station and YouTube.

It was a response worthy of a seasoned broadcaster who has experienced all kinds of hardships.

Right now, the criticism and interest toward her would be sky-high, but it was clear that if she just covered her eyes and ears and held out for two months, she would be hit less hard than she is now.

It would be great to tear down the tower she built in one fell swoop, but for now, I have no choice but to be satisfied with this level of achievement.

I think it’s half a success.

This isn’t the only opportunity. Every time I come back, I will unpack the details of the call one by one.

Her absences from broadcasting will continue to increase.

In the future, you will be in a situation where you will have to broadcast with all your might due to profit issues, so at that time, you will have to explode with the biggest thing to attract aggro.

“lulululululu.”

Even though I skipped my morning workout, I feel refreshed.

The thought of having beaten Hana to the punch makes me hum.

The current time is 9 am.

I am in front of Mr. Garam’s house.

This is to talk with the center owner about how to fix the messed up center.

At the same time, I also have to comfort her, who is still anxious.

Yesterday I was busy with something and couldn’t contact you properly, so I’m a little anxious.

>>Garam: Yes. I’ll be waiting.

Considering the reply I received to the KakaoTalk message I sent yesterday, it doesn’t seem like the situation is that serious.

– smart

Lightly knock on the door with your index and middle fingers.

The iron door, with all its paint peeling off, rang pitifully.

Am I even sleeping?

Tap with a little more force than before.

– Knock knock knock

There is no response, and there is no sound of people moving inside.

I guess… no?

– Boom boom

I knock on the door a little harder.

“Mr. Garam! Mr. Garam!”

He calls the name of Mr. Garam, who is inside, and bangs on the door with his fist.

With the sound of a fist hitting the door, it feels like the house is shaking.

“IC… Shouldn’t you report this to 119?”

Just as I was considering the worst case scenario and considering whether to call 119, I heard a call from inside.

The sound of footsteps getting closer.

The sound of slippers being dragged from the front door was heard, and the door creaked open.

“Ah, are you here? Dad?”

Mr. Garam, with dark shadows under his eyes, welcomed me helplessly.

“Are you okay? Or rather, a father?”

I asked her about the ridiculous title, but she just smiled.

“I’m almost ready. Please wait a moment.”

She said to me as she blocked the front door.

“Then shall we wait inside?”

“It only takes a moment.”

-bang!

The door closed in front of me, and I had no choice but to stand there with a blank expression on my face for a moment.

What is this…

The sweet smile on his face was his usual Mr. Garam, but his appearance was not that of Mr. Garam.

Lifeless eyes, deep dark circles, and bright red scars on the arms and neck that were visible at first glance.

It was only one day.

It was just one day when I left her alone…

My mouth became bitter for no reason.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Mr. Garam, who had finished preparing, opened the door and came out.

“You’ve been waiting a long time, right?”

“Huh? The clothes…”

Garam’s clothes usually consist of sweatpants.

The only thing that changed was the color.

Today, I don’t know where I got it, but I’m wearing a maroon dress that gives off the mood of fall.

“I showed off my mood. How do you feel?”

As she spun around, she spoke in a charming voice.

Ugh… I can’t get used to it.

Her dress was a little unusual. Although it was clearly a long garment that covered the entire body, it strangely clung to the body, revealing the curves of the body without filtering.

However, rather than the sensational appearance, I was more interested in the slightly exposed arms and the scars on the neck.

“Neck and arms… why are they like that?”

“…Haha, it’s nothing. I guess I scratched myself while I was sleeping.”

She tells lies that don’t even work.

I didn’t think it would be any use to ask further, so I just nodded.

“Have you had breakfast?”

“Not yet.”

“Me too, not yet.”

“Then shall we eat together?”

Mr. Garam wrapped his arms around me, his eyes shining brightly.

I took a few steps back as my body was subtly pushed in this direction.

“Yes, yes, let’s eat. But it’s uncomfortable to move, so… take this.”

I tried shaking my body to loosen my arms, but her tightness only strengthened.

“……”

Before I knew it, Mr. Garam was looking up at me with his face close to my shoulder. In his eyes, I could see a desire that I felt I should not touch.

I will have to think seriously about how to overcome this situation when I get home today.

“Then, where shall we go?”

I gave up everything, took a long sigh, and asked her, and the answer came back exactly as I thought.

“I like everything.”

***

It was a really odd time to eat out, so I went to a nearby snack bar.

Garam was a little concerned because he didn’t follow his usual diet, but he didn’t say anything.

I ordered kimbap and ramen, and Garam ordered a pork cutlet set meal.

At that mismatched order, I blinked and looked at her, and Mr. Garam made an excuse that wasn’t an excuse.

“I have no energy at all. I couldn’t even eat properly yesterday…”

From her words and appearance, it seemed like she hadn’t eaten a single meal yesterday.

This is not an exaggeration; it looks like the cheeks are sunken.

“The trainer doesn’t manage your diet, so you don’t have to make excuses.”

Smiling, he picked up the water bottle and poured water into a cup.

After pouring water into Mr. Garam’s cup first and handing it to her, Mr. Garam smiled and drank the whole cup of water.

Jump, jump, jump.

His neck twitches as he pours over the cold water and looks at me.

In the past, if our eyes met, it wouldn’t last longer than 3 seconds and then we would look somewhere else.

“You are kind. Dad is.”

Mr. Garam, who was looking at me intently, opened his mouth.

When the title that I kept paying attention to came out, I cut her off.

“Mr. Garam. It’s all good, but can you please refrain from calling me dad?”

I know it’s an unstable psychological state, but that doesn’t mean it’s not.

When it comes to my actions of comforting and taking responsibility for her, calling her ‘dad’ is not an option.

“Why?”

When I ask back confidently, I actually run out of things to say here.

She takes the water bottle from me and pours water into my cup.

Water flowed from the plastic spout, making a gurgling sound.

“They take such good care of me…”

“I have no choice but to rely on you…”

“In this world, the only person on my side is the boss.”

“Can I call you dad?”

Mr. Garam, who had poured a large glass of water, as if it was about to overflow, did not hesitate and threw a fastball at me.

I felt that my current situation was somehow similar to this cup of water that seemed to overflow if one more drop fell.