Amplification-1

I’m running the YouTube channel again, and the center is open again too.

Perhaps it’s because of the big promotion when I reopened the center, but the number of members has increased.

The center’s finances, which used to be covered by simple membership fees and PT lesson fees, are now being supplemented by another method my dad taught me.

It’s not a huge profit, but the sale of day passes is quite lucrative.

The center was promoted quite a bit through broadcasts and YouTube, and some viewers knew the location of the center and came to visit.

Some really wanted to work out together, but more people came out of simple curiosity, so the center was a bit noisy.

When I consulted with my dad about this problem, he told me to move the desk further inside and charge the viewers who came to see me by selling them day passes.

At first, I was worried that it would seem like I was too greedy for money, but when I uploaded a video explaining the situation on YouTube, there were more supportive opinions than I expected.

I’ve been in charge of managing the YouTube channel for a while now, and the comment section is so well managed, and the atmosphere is such that people don’t say harsh things, so there are no particular difficulties in managing it.

It’s all thanks to my dad.

There have been these changes. But the changes I’m concerned about these days are not these things.

Something feels strange these days.

My dad smiles warmly at me and helps me run the center well.

The center is clearly doing well, and my bank account, which used to be full of deficits, is now in the black, but I can’t just laugh.

I think my dad is avoiding me these days.

I’m not sure, but that’s the feeling I get.

He always used to do his morning workout with me, but now he does it separately because he’s busy with work.

The workout that used to last more than two hours in the evening is now exactly one hour. Excluding cardio, the time I spend working out with him is less than 30 minutes.

And he doesn’t even do that every day. About three days a week.

He says he’s busy with work.

I know that’s not true.

I know my dad’s work to some extent.

Based on a month, there are really less than four days when he’s really busy.

Ho-cheol handles the rest of the miscellaneous tasks. I know that.

My dad is lying to me.

Why? Why is he suddenly lying?

When did he start avoiding me?

I close my eyes, rest my chin on my hand, and think hard, but I can’t remember exactly when.

Maybe it’s because my dad slowly moved away from me without me noticing…

When I open my eyes, I feel like the blood is draining from me because of the psychological distance that has opened up.

He clearly cheers me on, says warm things to me, and comforts me when I’m having a hard time.

But I don’t feel any warmth in those words.

It’s like a list of mechanical, pre-set lines.

Am I boring him?

Maybe I unknowingly upset him.

If I knew what I did wrong, I would kneel down and beg for forgiveness right away.

But he’s just drifting away without saying anything, and it’s driving me crazy.

My chest feels heavy, and tears well up for no reason.

Surely, he’s not going to leave, is he? I even said I would die if he did.

It can’t be. It shouldn’t be.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The PT lesson for the newly signed-up member is over.

This is the last lesson of the day.

I look at the door of the center.

The front of the center, lit by bright lights, is deserted.

“He’s not coming today either.”

He came the day before yesterday, so I thought he would come today.

Should I call him… No, what if he doesn’t like it because he thinks I’m bothering him?

Should I ask Ho-cheol?

Or… there’s only that one way…

-Wee-ing

I was looking for a mop to clean the center when I heard the sound of the automatic door opening.

I turned around, thinking it was my dad, and saw a strange but familiar woman standing there.

“The center is closing now… What brings you here?”

There’s no one like that among the members, so I guess she’s here to register.

“……”

The woman, wearing a hood, walks briskly towards me.

“Lonely Trainer?”

Pretty words from a pretty mouth.

And my broadcast ID, which I haven’t heard in a long time.

I thought she was a viewer who came to see me, but when I looked into her eyes, I didn’t think so.

For some reason, her eyes were filled with injustice and hostility.

“Yes, what brings you here? The center is closing, so you can’t work out, but if you want to register as a member, I can help you…”

“You don’t know me?”

When she grabbed the hood and pulled it back, the woman’s entire face, which had been hidden by her clothes, was revealed.

A sophisticated cat-like face.

Somewhat worn, but well-maintained skin.

Now I remember, so much so that I wonder why I didn’t recognize her right away.

“Hana, right?”

She nods at my question.

Her confident and dignified attitude makes me feel a little twisted inside.

“What nerve do you have to come here?”

“Don’t be sarcastic.”

“……”

“……”

“So, what’s your business? You didn’t just come to see my face.”

“Ha… I didn’t want to do this either.”

She scratched her head and avoided my gaze.

“Kang In-ho, he still comes to this center, right?”

The words that came out of her mouth after a long hesitation made me doubt my ears.

“…Excuse me?”

“I know everything to some extent, so don’t even think about hiding it. Kang In-ho, that person comes to this center, right? Right?”

“……”

“I guess so, since you’re not saying anything.”

“So?”

“I’m blocked right now, so I have no way to contact him. It’s not easy to meet him even if I wait near his house. He seems to be working out hard, so I was wondering if I could meet him if I waited here.”

“What does being blocked have to do with this?”

“I think I need to meet him.”

What is this woman talking about?

“What nonsense are you talking about? You two….”

I’m so dumbfounded that I can’t speak.

“That’s right. It didn’t end well. But so what?”

“So what? You screwed me over, made my d… Boss look like a bad person and get cursed at. And you’re shamelessly saying you’re going to meet him after doing that?”

“So? Did anyone die because I said that?”

What?

“…What are you going to do when you meet him?”

“Well, I’m going to make a pretty good offer.”

She gives me an artificially created smile.

“An offer?”

“Something like that between a man and a woman… Ah, you probably don’t know about that?”

What the fuck is this bitch saying?