1-4. Haven’t been beaten properly, right? (2)
Kang Chan suddenly thought of something he was curious about and turned his head.
“Am I dead?”
“You got a nice throat piercing. One of the blood spews out cheerfully.”
“Fuckshit! You are?”
Seok Kang Ho burst into a bitter smile.
“I think I got a shot right at the end, but I dunno. I just felt hot on my forehead, and when I woke up, wifey asked if I had a nightmare.”
“It’s good, huh?”
“As a commemoration of my resurrection, I did a bang.”
Kang Chan smirked and turned his gaze forward again.
The car was passing through between townhouses that looked pretty old.
“The other kids?”
“I was right after Captain.”
Seok Kang Ho, who entered the innermost townhouse, pulled over in front of the innermost townhouse.
“Better than this is too much with a teacher’s salary. This is also quite expensive because it’s Gangnam.”
It doesn’t matter that far. Kang Chan smacked his mouth and got out of the car.
Seok Kang Ho’s house was on the third floor.
It was Room 302, the house on the right after walking upstairs that were slightly different in height from the old corridor.
“Isn’t your wifey at home?”
It is locked.
Seok Kang Ho inserted one of the keys on the car keychain into the handle and turned it.
The house was dark even though it was noon.
At the entrance, a bedroom on the right and the kitchen on the right wall. The inner side of the living room with a sofa and TV is a room, a room, and a room.
Seok Kang Ho opened the innermost room without telling him to sit down and immediately came out with shabby sweatpants and a cotton tee.
“This is the bathroom, sir. Wipe the blood roughly and change your clothes before coming out, please.”1Seok Kang Ho has this characteristic speech in Korean where the usual polite speech ended with -yo or -seyo, he shortened it to -so or -syo. Sadly, I can’t translate this into English.
Kang Chan took off his school uniform, threw it off, and headed to the bathroom wearing panties.
The sink, bathtub, and toilet were also yellowish.
Turning the faucet on the sink, Kang Chan wiped his hands first and then carefully wiped the blood off his waist.
Fortunately, the torn area on the shirt was not a deep wound and the place with hardened blood had healed enough.
“This one can just be left out.”
Kang Chan shook his bloody right hand in the water, then untied the handkerchief and carefully wiped his left hand.
Suddenly, annoyance rose. To expect that there are people who wield knives in front of the school.
“Son of a bitch!”
Should have killed them, did I vainly save them?
Seok Kang Ho asked out loud as if he had heard the curse.
Relying on the doorknob, Seok Kang Ho’s head suddenly popped in.
“It’s because my temper goes off when I look at my hand.”
“I thought you were fighting again even with the sink.”
Kang Chan frowned at once.
He didn’t fight because he wanted to, nor did he call the thugs.
It was like that before he died, and it is the same as now.
By the way, does it mean that he is a person who only fights?
Suddenly, his anger grew out of control.
Seok Kang Ho swallowed his saliva with nervous eyes.
“Choose your words well.”
Kang Chan’s eyes didn’t settle down even though his words were over, so Seok Kang Ho looked down.
“Close the door.”
The sound of the door was getting longer as it moved slowly when closing it carefully.
Kang Chan raised his head and looked in the mirror.
It is not his fault to have a father who swings his hands when drinking alcohol and a mother who lives being beaten every day.
“Was I born because I wanted to?”
Kang Chan ground his teeth toward the mirror.
Now the gaze and impressions are perfectly like the Kang Chan of the past.
The same goes for being born again.
He is a guy who jumped off the roof.
What more to expect by letting him be born in such a guy’s body.
To just buys bread, brings money, runs an errand for cigarettes, or dies when told to?
“Fuck! What do you expect me to do!”
In the mirror, Kang Chan, who clamped his lips with glistening eyes, was staring at him.
He doesn’t know.
He was always hungry.
He really wanted to eat a pork cutlet like that, but he didn’t want to ask others or beg for it even if he died.
He swear he had never stolen anything from others.
Instead, he had never let go of any guys who ignored him.
Because it was enough for him to have been born to such fucked up parents and to have lived ignored by his father.
Kang Chan put off his feelings as he sucked in the air through his teeth. It is a habit that comes out when there was something he didn’t like, and this would make him feel a little better.
When he came out, Seok Kang Ho was waiting with two mugs of coffee. Dressed in clothes one by one, Kang Chan then sat down at a table with four chairs and took a sip of coffee from a rustic-looking mug.
The instant coffee is really sweet.
“Is it not bleeding?”
“Don’t roll your eyes, sit down. Let’s have coffee and go. Oh yeah! Soak the school uniform in water.”
“Soak in cold water.”
“Ah, hey! I’ve bled a lot too.”
When soaked in hot water, the blood will harden and will not fall out. In a word, the clothes must be thrown away.
Kang Chan looked into his white stiff left hand.
“Do you have needles and threads at home?”
“Oh, don’t be ignorant like that. Let’s go to the hospital.”
“Let’s go to the hospital! Eheum!”
Seok Kang Ho gulped hot coffee at once and struggled, gaping like a crocodile whether it was hot inside.
Meaningless laughter burst out.
In a way, isn’t that the same as in Africa?
Leaving the half-drunk coffee, Kang Chan came out of Seok Kang Ho’s townhouse.
After Seok Kang Ho went while admiring that the house was superb, Kang Chan sat on a bench on one side of the apartment.
His left hand was tightly bandaged that it felt uncomfortable and a long gauze was attached to the wound on his waist although it couldn’t be seen.
Seok Kang Ho, who calculated the fee as a general patient, showed meticulousness and frugality by getting a receipt to ask for a refund if he brought Kang Chan’s medical insurance card number tomorrow.
Dayeru looks happy when working.
So he feels more attached since he was a guy who also grew up lonely.
But, is it because he likes his wife?
It was when Kang Chan put his arm on his thigh and looked at the bandage on his left hand indifferently.
“Is it Chani?”
When he turned his head, Kim Mi Young was standing with her bag.
“Oh gosh! What to do!”
“Hand! Your hand I mean. What to do? Is it hurt a lot? Surgery? Is it okay without surgery?”
Kim Mi Young, who didn’t breathe and poured out her words, minding his gaze and lowered her head toward the bandage. Annoying.
It feels like talking to a little kid…
The upper chest of the leaning Kim Mi Young caught in Kang Chan’s eyes as it was. In addition, the bra fell forward, securing him a clear view.
Kang Chan raised his back and made an annoyed face.
I recognize that she is not a kid. At least her chest.
“I have some time before tutoring.”
Kim Mi Young was slightly away from him and only her butt was stretched out on the bench.2Mi Young was leaning facing Kang Chan, then get away from him slightly to sit beside him. But his upper body’s position isn’t that different than before.
She said she just went to a private academy, it seems she also took tutoring.
Does this kid also quite a knucklehead?
“Sorry. I knew you didn’t take the picture, yet I couldn’t speak out. But the more I say things like that, the more the kids pay attention to my chest, so what should I do! I hated that so much. Sorry.”
Kang Chan grabbed hold of his gaze that almost went down and turned his head away.
“I also don’t know who it is. There was definitely no one when I changed my gym uniform. Then you fell off the roof and went to the hospital. I couldn’t do anything for a while.”
Kim Mi Young put her hands between her thighs and wasn’t moving at all.
“I was really scared to see that Eun Sil was slapped.”
She said with her head bowed.
Please, I hope she doesn’t bow her upper body even a bit.
“If doing that will ease your anger, slap me too.”
Kim Mi Young turned her body toward Kang Chan.
While putting her hands on her thighs, bowing her head down, and even closing her eyes that’s it.
She clenched her teeth and her eyelashes trembled.
My gaze keeps…
“Tsk. I’m not angry anymore, so stop and go.”
“Because it is.”
“Then, do you want to go to school together from tomorrow?”
Was it like that before?
“Yeah, then. See you here tomorrow.”
As Kang Chan nodded, Kim Mi Young quickly got up and ran. If only her hairstyle had been less tacky, she would have looked much better.
Kang Chan sat longer for a while, but he got up because he did not want to reconnect the thoughts that had already been cut off.
When he entered after pressing the number key, Yoo Hye Sook who came out welcomely was surprised.
From shabby sweatpants to a cotton tee and a bandaged hand.
“I got hurt while exercising. I went to the school teacher’s house, changed clothes, and then stopped by the hospital.”
“Where? How much? Is it okay? Is there no problem?”
However, it was an intense and annoying look.
When Kang Chan frowned at her, Yoo Hye Sook couldn’t speak anymore.
“It is okay.”
Yoo Hye Sook is also a victim.
A victim who is deprived of his good son and has to be kind to a tough guy.
Kang Chan suppressed his annoyance with the thought of at least paying the debt to the owner of his body.
Yoo Hye Sook’s eyes were red as if sad.
“I haven’t eaten.”
“Then take a rest for a while. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Kang Chan, who entered the room, lie down on the bed.
By the time he woke up, the room was already dark.
Perhaps it was the effect of the injection when stitching the palm, he slept deeper than he thought but felt much better.
“So, you couldn’t even talk?”
Kang Dae Kyung’s voice was heard from outside.
“I guess Chani hates me.”
“What are you talking about? It must be because he was in an accident and got a bit sensitive.”
“No. The way he looks at me is so different from before. He seems to think it’s because of me it become like this.”
Yoo Hye Sook was crying.
“What nonsense! I’ll scold him later.”
“No. Don’t do that.”
The sound of Yoo Hye Sook sniffling her nose was heard loudly.
“I’ll try to be satisfied with him returning alive as you said. Even if he glares at me…, resents me. I’m satisfied with that. Heuk heuk.”
As if she had calmed down a little, Yoo Hye Sook’s voice was heard again.
“Honey. I really couldn’t live if Chani hadn’t woken up then. So, I’m trying to get rid of my greed as you said. No matter how well Sung Hee’s son is, he’s not as good as Chani’s toes.”
Kang Dae Kyung said “But still it’s better than his toes.” and comforted Yoo Hye Sook.
“I’ll talk to Chani tomorrow.”
“I said don’t do it. It’s because I think it will be harder if he hates me more than this.”
“Get it. I get it.”
He was hungry, but he couldn’t go outside.
Kang Chan stared at the ceiling blankly while lying on the bed.
They are completely different from his parents in the past.
They are determined not to be greedy anymore, even though they suddenly got a fucked up son.
What if he had been born as the son of those two from the beginning? Those people wanted to give birth to children, but they didn’t want a son like this, right?
“What would you like me to do?”
It was a question to the owner of the body.
“What do you want me to do, huh?”
The ceiling had no answer.
Kang Chan was very confused with his new life.
It was morning.
Perhaps because of the injection, Kang Chan did not sleep much.
He originally had a habit of sleeping on the battlefield, so he honestly never suffered from insomnia.
He also had a habit of getting up early.
Knock knock knock.
“Chan-ah. Did you wake up?”
As Kang Chan opened the door and went out, Yoo Hye Sook paid attention to him. Like a guilty person that’s it.
Yoo Hye Sook hurried to the kitchen with the message ‘I’ll be careful’ stuck all over her body.
“Did you have a good sleep?”3A type of good morning greeting.
“Uh! Yeah. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. I slept well.”
“Your hand? I heard it from Mom, was it not hurt a lot?”
Kang Dae Kyung was trying to hide his worried eyes.
“I got hurt while exercising. I heard it would take about a month.”
“It’s almost a big deal. Let’s eat now.”
The three began to eat.
“You said the teacher gave you the clothes?”
“Shall we also say hello?”
“Just leave it. It will be okay.”
Even Kang Dae Kyung, who said he would scold him, seemed to be trying not to offend Kang Chan.
The just-so-so breakfast was over.
“Let’s go. I’ll drive you.”
“I promised to go with a kid named Mi Young.”
At that moment, Yoo Hye Sook looked up and pretended to be calm.
“You have no plans for the weekend, right?”
Kang Chan who wondered what that means remembered that today was Friday.
“On Sunday morning, Mom will…”
“Darling! I told you not to!”
When Yoo Hye Sook glared sharply unlike to Kang Chan, Kang Dae Kyung took smacked his lips and picked up the suit jacket.
“Have a safe trip.”4The literal meaning is ‘go and come back’. So, like saying ‘go well on the way and come back again safely’. It’s a goodbye greeting to someone leaving the house.
When Kang Dae Kyung nodded and went out, Kang Chan entered his room, took out his spare school uniform, and put it on.
Then he remembered that he had left his bag.
‘Seok Kang Ho will take care of it, right.’
“I will be back.” 5This one is the same as ‘go and come back’. But different wordings and from the point of view of someone leaving.
“Yeah. Be careful.”
He tried to treat her affectionately.
However, it was more difficult than fighting with ten people with knives, so Kang Chan decided to try it after practicing a bit more.
When he left the entrance on the first floor of the apartment, Kim Mi Young, who was kicking the ground, smiled broadly.
That bitch must have had her chest empty.
As Kang Chan shook his head, Kim Mi Young ran to him.
“How’s your hand?”
Kang Chan raised his left hand for her to see and then just walked silently.
When they left the apartment complex, the bus stop was right in front.
Because of the time, there were quite a lot of students.
But when Kang Chan arrives, aren’t they carefully stepping back one by one.
The guys who avoid his gaze are, no, there are no guys who look at him.
The moment Kang Chan smacked his lips, a bus approached and the students rushed in.
When the door opened, the students got on the bus.
If students from the same school and Kim Mi Young got on, it would be the bus going to school.
Kang Chan got on the bus confidently, but he just realized.
That he has no money.
“Student, doesn’t tap your card?”
Card? What card?6Answer! Transportation card. South Korea’s most used method of payment is card. Transportation card is the specific one for daily commuting with bus or subway. Just top up with money and tap to the machine. For other transaction Koreans use credit or debit card.
At the moment Kang Chan was blankly having a staring match with the driver, Kim Mi Young quickly ran.
She looked at Kang Chan’s expression, said “Ahjussi, I’ll tap another one.”, and tap the little wallet she held to the front.
Gosh really. I would almost be in great disgrace If I rode alone.
Kang Chan followed Kim Mi Young and moved to the back.
There were a lot of students who got on, but strangely, the passage was open.
It was when Kang Chan stood in the middle of the back.
The unpleasant-looking guys who occupied the back seats got up from their seats in surprise.
“Hyung-nim. Please sit here.”
What’s he saying?
It’s in front of students pretending not to see and only glancing.
Kim Mi Young was also looking at Kang Chan with surprised eyes.
“Don’t say bullshit, just sit down.”
“It is fine. We are standing because our legs are numb.”
Six guys rushed and stood around Kang Chan.
When the six guys stepped on the bus that was already crowded with students, the rest of the students folded their bodies sadly and struggled not to touch them.
Do these bastards like this kind of thing?
So what do you go to school for?
Wouldn’t it be much better to just quit and go to France or be a gangster?
At the next stop, more students got on.
“Ah! The heck! Students! Get inside!”
Even though the driver screamed in frustration, the children couldn’t cross the middle door.
It was because the six guys around Kang Chan were pulling out their dirty impressions.
Even without Kim Mi Young’s embarrassing gaze, Kang Chan was very uncomfortable.
It was then.
“Ah! Fuck this. Aren’t going inside?”
Rough swear words came out from the front, and three male students who had loose faces after being clasped appeared as they walked through the children.
But that was it.
When they met Kang Chan’s eyes, they slammed their heads out of the window like men on an enlistment train.
A stance that will even wave their hands hopefully.
It is not the same school as the uniforms are different.
Kang Chan grinned.
It was because he saw the expressions of satisfaction emerging from the faces of the six guys standing behind him.
The road to school was very eventful.