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SEASON TWO OF WEAK HERO CLASS IS COMING OUT APRIL 25TH!!!
IF YOU KNOW ME AT ALL YOU KNOW HOW BADLY I'VE BEEN WANTING A SINGULAR CRUMB FOR SEASON TWO I'M GENUINELY FREAKING OUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
If you haven't, please watch season 1 it's literally perfect!!!
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์์๋น ๋ฌธ์ (Step Dad Problems)
Korean Version - Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
Whumpee: ์ฐ์์ ์ญ ๋ฐ์งํ
์์ฝ: ์์์ด์ ์ํธ๊ฐ ์ฃฝ์ ๋ปํ ๋ฌธ์ ์ดํ ํ๊ต๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊พผ ์ดํ๋ก, ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ง์ ๋จ์์น๊ตฌ์ ํจ๊ป ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๊ฒ ๋์์ต๋๋ค... ์ํฉ์ด์์ฃ .
๋ฉ๋ชจ๋ค: ์ด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ ์นํฐ์ ์บ๋ฆญํฐ๋ฅผ ํ์ฉํ ๋๋ผ๋ง ์์ฆ 1 ์ดํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ผ๋ก ํฉ๋๋ค. ๋ค, ์ํธ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ๋ถ์ธํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ด์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ณ ์ํด ์ฃผ์ธ์. *์ ๋ ์ด๊ฒ์ ์์ด์์ ๋ฒ์ญํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ค์ด๋ฒ ํํ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ง๋ค๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ค ๋๋ฌธ์
๋๋ค.*
์ฑ์๋ ๋ฑ๊ธ: ๋๋ผ๋ง์ ์ด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ ๋ชจ๋ ํญ๋ ฅ์ฑ๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ธ์ด๋ก ์ธํด R ๋ฐ/๋๋ MA ๋ฑ๊ธ์ ๋ฐ์์ต๋๋ค.
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โ์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ฌ์?' ์์์ด๋ ๋ฐฉ ์์ ๋ถ๋น์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ ค ๊ฐ์ ํ ๋์ ๋ฐ ์ ์์๋ค.
"์์ฌ ์ ์๋, ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊นจ์ด๋ฌ์ด์!" ๊ทธ๋ ์์ฌ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ค์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ, ํ, ๋ชธํต, ์์ ์๋ ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ค์ ๊ฑด๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ง ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์ดํดํ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์ ์์์๊น? ์ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋นํฉํ์๊น? ๊ทธ๋ ์กฐ๊ธ ์ ์ ๋งํ๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ ์์ ์์ ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ฑ๋ค. ๋๋ฌด ํฌ๊ณ ๋ง์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์์ ๋ค๋ ค์ ๊ทธ๋
๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋ง์ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ข ์ด๋ ค์ ๋ค. "-์ด๋์ผ?"
๊ทธ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ๊ฑฐ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์์ ์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ๋ชฉํ๋ค. "์ด๋ ์๋์ง ์์ธ์?" ์์ฌ๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ณด๋ค ๋ ์๊ฒฉํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ด๋์ ์๋์ง ์์์ด์ผ ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ค์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด์์ง๋ง, ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ณต์กํด์ ํผ๋์ค๋ฌ์ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ ์ ํ ์์ฌ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ค๋ฌ์ด ํ์ ์ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ํ์ ์ก์์ต๋๋ค, "๋น์ ์ ํฌ๋ง ์ข
ํฉ๋ณ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ง์ด ๋๋์?" ๊ทธ๋ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ๊ทธ๋
๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ด๋์ด ๊ฐ์ ธ์จ ๊ณ ํต์ ์์ฐํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด์ ์ฃผ๋ณ์ ๋ค์ ํ ๋ฒ ์์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ์์ ์ ๋๊ผ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋
์ ๋ง์ด ๋ง์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ณ์ ์๊ธ์ค์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ค์. ์กฐ๊ฐ๋ค์ด ๋ชจ์ด๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค.
๋๋ฌด ๋น ๋ฅด๋ค.
๊ตฌํ๋นํ ๊ธฐ์ต, ์น๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ท์ ๋ฒ๊ณ ๋ถ์์ ์
๊ณ ๋ฐฉ์ ํ๋ก ๋จ๊ฒจ์ ธ ์ฃฝ๊ฒ ํ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ, ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค, ๊ทธ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌผ์ ์ ๊ฒผ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ต์ฌ์ํค๋ ค ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ผ์ด๋์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ฒซ ๋ฒ์งธ๋ก ์ผ์ด๋๋ ค๊ณ ํ์, ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธํต์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ๋น๋ช
์ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ์ฉ์์ ํ๊ด ์ ์ฒด์ ํผ๋จ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ฝํ์ง ๊ฐ์ ํ ์ธ์น ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ํต์ฆ๊ณผ ์ฃผ๋ณ ํ๊ฒฝ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์กฐ์ฉํ ๊ณตํฉ ์ํ์ ๋น ์ก๊ณ , ์ฌ์ ํ ์ผ์ด๋๋ ค๊ณ ์ ์ฐ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋์ ์๊ฒ ๋์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ํ ๊ณ ํต์ ๋ฌด์ํ๊ณ ์๋ก๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ ์๋ฃ์ง๊ณผ ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ๋์๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ์ ์ํ์ต๋๋ค.
"ํ์, ์ง์ ํ์ธ์!" ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ์ธ์น๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋
์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋๋ผ๊ฒ ํ์ต๋๋ค. ์ง์ค๋ ฅ์ด ๋จ์ด์ก์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ๋ง์ ์์ด ํ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ์ด๊นจ์ ์นํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ฐํ๋ฉฐ ์์ ๋ ฅ์ ์ซ์ดํ์ต๋๋ค. ํจ๋์ ํ์ ํ๋์ผ๋ก ์ธํด ๋์ฑ ์
ํ๋์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์ ๋ ์์ฉ๋์ด์ ๋น ๋จ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค.
์์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ค๋ฝ๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ ๋ต๋ตํ๊ธฐ๋ ํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก "์์์, ์ง์ ํด"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ถ๋ช
ํ ๋์ ๋ง์ฃผ์น๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง ์์์ ์ง์คํ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋์ ํ์ผ๋ก ์์ง์ด๊ณ ์์๊ณ ๋ฉ์ถ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์๋ฆฌ, ๋น ๋ฅธ ์ ์๋ฆฌ, ๊ท์์ ์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ์ฅ ๋ฐ๋, ๋์, ํ๋ก ์์ง์ด๋ ์ ๋งฅ์ฃผ์ฌ ์๋ฆฌ ๋ฑ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๋ฌด ์ฌํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ์์ ๋ฟ์
๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ์จ์ ํ๋ก์ด๋ฉฐ "์ํธ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง์ ๊บผ๋ด๊ธฐ ์ํด ๊ณ ๊ตฐ๋ถํฌํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด์๋ค. "์ํธ". ๊ทธ์ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ํฐ์ง ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๋น๋ผ์ ๋ถ๋ชํ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋จ๋ฆผ์ ๋ฉ์ถ ์ ์์๊ณ , ํ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋คํ๋๋ ๋จ๋ฆผ์ ๋ฉ์ถ ์ ์์๋ค. ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ํ๋ ์ผ์ด๋ผ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ์ผ ํ๋ค.
"์์์!" ์์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ํ ๋ฒ ์ธ์ณค์ง๋ง ๋๋ฌด ๊ฐ๋ ค์ ธ ์ง์คํ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์ธ์์ ํ์ ํ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์ ์๋ ฅ์ ๋งค ์๊ฐ๋ง๋ค ์ปค์ง๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ผ๋ ํ๋ ค์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํธํก์ ์ด์ ๋ณด๋ค ๋ ๋ถ๊ท์นํด์ก๊ณ , ๋น ๋ฅด๊ณ ์์์ก์ต๋๋ค. ์ด์ง๋ฌ์์ด ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ตฌ๋ ๋๋ฃป์์ ๋ชธ์ ํ๋ค๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์์ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๋ฟ์ ์ต๋ํ ๊ฝ ์ฅ๊ณ ๊ฑฐ์ ํต์ฆ์ ์ ๊ฑฐํ ์ ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ ๋ฐ๊ณ ์์ด์." ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ธด๋ฐํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. ์์ฌ์ ๋์ด ์ ์ ์ดํด์ ์๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊น๋นก์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋
๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๋น ๋ฅธ ์ ํธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋์ต๋๋ค.
"ํฌํฌํด- ์ฝ๊ด-์์ง์-" ๊ทธ๋
์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ท์ ์ฌํ๊ฒ ์๊ณก๋์์ต๋๋ค. ์์ฌ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ๊ทธ๋
์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ์์์๊ฒ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์์์ ์ฌ์ ํ ํ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ผ์ด๋ ์์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ๋
ธ๋ ฅํ๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ ๋ชธ์์ ์จ์ด ๋งํ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๊ณ , ํ๊ณผ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ ์ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทผ์ก์ด ๋๋ฌด ์ฝํด ํต์ฆ๊ณผ ์ธ์ธ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ค๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋
์ ์์ ์ด ์ฝ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก๊ณ , ๋ค์ "์์์, ๊ด์ฐฎ์ ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ์ ๋ฐ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ง ์ข ๋ค์ด์ค."๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ์์ฌ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ธ์์ ๋๋ ค์์ ํฉ์ธ์ฌ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ฒฌ๋์จ ํผ๋๊ณผ ์๋์ ์ธ ํธ๋ผ์ฐ๋ง์ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ง์์์ผฐ๋ค.
์์์ ์ง์ ์ ๋ด๋นํ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ์ฃผ์ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ์นจ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๋์์ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํ๋ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋
๋ ์ฃผ์ ์์ด ๋ฐ๋์ ์ ๋งฅ์ฃผ์ฌ ๋ผ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋ด ์ง์ ์ ๋ฅผ ํฌ์ฌํ์ต๋๋ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋์ฑ ์๊ณก๋์๊ณ , ์์ผ๋ ํค์์น๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ผ๋ฉฐ, ๋ณ์ ์กฐ๋ช
์ ์ ๋ช
ํ ์ ๋ช
๋๋ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด๋์์ก์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ์์ค์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ์ ํธ์ํด์ก๊ณ , ๊ทผ์ก์ ๊ธด์ฅ์ ์ํ๋์์ผ๋ฉฐ, ์นจ๋๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ์์๊ท๋ ๋์จํด์ก์ต๋๋ค.
์์๋ ์ง์ ์ ์ ์ธ์ฐ๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ง๋ง ์ ์ ์ํ์์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ด ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃผ๋ณ ์๋ฃ์ง์ ์์ด ์์ ์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ฟ ์
์๋๋ก ๋ด๋ ค๋ณด๋์ต๋๋ค. ์ด๋ ์ด ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ณ ๋งคํน์ ์ผ๋ก ์ค๋ฉฐ๋ค์๊ณ , ์์ ๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ ์ด์ ๋์ ๋จ๊ณ ์์ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ ์ด ์์ํ ์์ผ๋ฅผ ์ ์ํ์ฌ ์กฐ์ฉํ๊ณ ํํ๋ก์ด ์๋ฉด์ ๋ง๊ฐ ์์ ๋จ๊ฒจ์ง๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
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์์์ด๋ ์์ฌ๋ค์ด ํธ์ํ๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ์ฎ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ ์ ๊น์ง ์คํ์์ค์ ๋ฉฐ์น ๋ฐ์ ์์ง ์์์ด์. ๋คํ์ด์์. ์ํธ๋ ๋ฐฉ ๋ฐ์ ์์ ๋๋จธ์ง ์ผํ์ด ๋์ฐฉํ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ํ๊ธฐ์์ ์๋ฃ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ ํ ์ ์์์ด์.
๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ์๊ธ์ค ๊ทผ๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋ง์น๊ณ ๋ง ํด๊ทผํ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ๋ฌ ๋ค์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ์ํธ๋ ๊ทธ๋
๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ฐ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ฐ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์ธ์ฌํ์ต๋๋ค.
"์ ์ ์๊ณ ๊ณ์๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค." ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค.
"๋๋๋ก. ๊ฐ๋ ์ ์ด ์ ์ฌ ๋๋ ์์ด." ๊ทธ๋ ์์งํด์ง๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. "๋ญ ํ๋ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ด๋ ๋ผ?" ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค. "์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์๊ณ ํ์ ๋ ์ง์ ์์ผ์ผ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ์์. ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ ํ์ ์ฌ์ง๊ฐ ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์ด. ์?"
๊ทธ๋
์ ์์ ์ด ๋ฌธ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ ํตํด ์์์๊ฒ๋ก ์ฎ๊ฒจ์ก๊ณ , ๋์ด ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋
๋ ๋ฐฉ ์์ ์๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ธ์ ํ์ต๋๋ค. "๊ทธ๋ ๋นํฉํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ด์. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ณ์ ์ผ์ด๋๋ ค๊ณ ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋ฉด ๋ถ์์ด ์
ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ ๊ฑธ ์๊ณ ์์์ด์. ๊ทธ๋๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ ํ์ง๊ฐ ์์๊ณ , ์ค๋ น ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํด๋ ํจ๊ณผ๊ฐ ์์์ง ํ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝํ ์๊ฐ์ด ์์์ด์." ๊ทธ๋
๋ ํ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ์์ต๋๋ค. "๊ทธ๋ ๊ณ์ ๋น์ ์ ์ด๋ฆ์ ๋ถ๋ ์ด์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋น์ ์ ๋ค์ด์ค๊ฒ ํ๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ์ ๊ฑฐ์์. ํนํ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ง์ ์ํค๋ ๋ฐ ๋์์ด ๋์์ ๊ฑฐ์์. ๋ถํํ๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ ์ ์์์ด์."
์ํธ๋ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์ฒ ๋ ๋ด๋ ค์์๋ค. ์์์ ๋ณ์์ ์ฌ๋ฌ ๋ฒ ์
์ํด ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์์ ๋ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ์ฟต์พ
๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
์ํธ๋ ์นจ๋ฌต ์์ ์์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ๊ณต์ ํ ๋ด์ฉ์ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ๋ ค๊ณ ๋
ธ๋ ฅํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ฒ์ ์ง๋ฆฐ ์ฑ ํ๋ก ์์ ์ ์ด๋ฆ์ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ ์์์ด์ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ๋นํ๊ธฐ ํ๋ค ์ ๋์์ต๋๋ค.ย
"์์์ด ์ ๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์์ ๋์?" ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋๋ฌผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ง์๋ค. "์ด ์ํฉ์ ์กด๋ ์ซ์ด."
๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ์์ ๋ป์ด ์ํธ์ ์ด๊นจ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์ด ์์ ์น์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋
์ ํ์ ์ ์น์ ํ๊ณ ์ดํด์ฌ์ด ๊น์์ต๋๋ค. "๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌด์์ ์ด์. ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋น์ ์๋ชป์ด ์๋๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ผ ํฉ๋๋ค. ๋๋๋ก ํ์๋ค์ด ๋ฐฉํฅ์ ์๊ณ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ํ ๋ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ง์์ ์์ฉ๋์ด์น๊ธฐ ์์ํฉ๋๋ค. ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ํต์ ๋ถ๋ฅ ์ํ๋ก ๋๊ปด์ง ๋ ๊ทธ ๋๋ ค์์ ํต์ ํ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ต์ต๋๋ค. ๋ํ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋์ ๊ฝ๊ณ ์์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋์์ด ๋์ง ์์ต๋๋ค. ์๊ธ์ค์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ํ์ด ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๋
ธ๋ ฅํด๋ ์ง์ ๋๋ ํ๊ฒฝ์ด ์๋๋๋ค. ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ํ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค." ๊ทธ๋
๋ ์ ์ ๋ฉ์ถฐ์ ์ํธ์๊ฒ ์์ ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ์๋ค์ผ ์๊ฐ์ ์ฃผ์์ต๋๋ค. "์ง๊ธ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ํด ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์์ด์ฃผ์ธ์. ๊ทธ๋ผ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ผ์ด๋๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ๊ณ ์๋กํด ์ฃผ์ธ์."
์ํธ๋ ํ์ ํ์ผ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์์๊ฒ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๊ด์ฐฎ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์์ฌ์ํค๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ์์ ํ ๊ณตํฉ์ ์๊ฐ์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ์ ๋นผ์๊ธด ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ์๊ธ์ค์์ ๊ฒช์ ์ผ์ ์์ํ ์ ์์๋ค.
๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์์ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์๋ค. "์ฐธ๊ณ ๋ก ์ ๋ ์ฌ์๋จ์
๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊นจ์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์. ๋ ๋ค ์๊ฐ ์ข ์ค๊ฒ์."
์ํธ์ ์จ์ด ๋ฉ์๋ค. "๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊นจ์ด๋ฌ์ด?!"
๊ทธ๋
๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค. "์ด์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ์ธ์. ๋ค์์ ์ผํ ๋ ํ์ธํ ๊ฒ์."
์ํธ์ ๋ง์์ ์๋๊ฐ๊ณผ ๋ถ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค์์ธ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ ํฉ์ธ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ฌด ๋ง ์์ด ์์์ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ์ ๋ ์์์ ์นจ๋์ ๋์ ๋์ ๋ฐ์ฏค ๋จ๊ณ ์ง์น ํ์ ์ด์์ง๋ง ๋ง์นจ๋ด ํ์จํจ์ ๋์ฐพ๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ํ์ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ์์ ๋ฐ์ง์ด๋ ๋ถ๊ฝ์ ์ง์ ์ ์์ฌ๋ก ์ธํด ๋ฌด๋์ก์ง๋ง, ์ด์ ์จ ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ํธ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๊ฐ์ฌํจ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ์ฐฌ ๊ธด์ฅ๊ฐ์ ํ์ด์ฃผ๊ธฐ์ ์ถฉ๋ถํ์ต๋๋ค.
์์์ด์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋งํ๋ค. "๊ทธ๋ ์ง์ ์ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์์ง๋ ์ฝ๊ฐ ๊ธฐ์ด์ด ์์ง๋ง, ๊นจ์ด๋ฌ์ด. ๋๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๊ณ ์์์ด."
"์์์?" ์ํธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ์ ์ด ๋ค์์ฌ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ์ ์ผ๊ตด์์ ๋์ ๋ผ์ง ์๊ณ ์นจ๋์ ํ ๊ฑธ์ ๋ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ค.
์์์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋์ ๊น๋นก์ด๋ฉฐ ์ฐ์ ๋ง์คํฌ์ ์์ ๋ป์๊ณ , ์ํธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์์ ๋ป์๋ค. "์ด๋ด, ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ ์ข ๋ด๋ฒ๋ ค ๋ฌ. ์ ๊น ํ์ํ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ํ์ด."
"์ํธ?" ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฐ์ ๋ง์คํฌ์ ๊ฐ๋ ค์ ธ ๋ชฉ์ด ์ฐ ์ฑ ์ฐ์ฝํ๊ณ ํผ๋์ค๋ฌ์ ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ผ๋ ์ ๋ง ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ ์ต๋๋ค.
"์ ์ฌ๋์ด์ผ. โ์ํธ ์ฒ์ฌ.โ ๊ธฐ์ต๋?" ์ํธ๊ฐ ์นจ๋ ๊ฐ์ฅ์๋ฆฌ์ ์์ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค. "์ด์ ์์ ํด. ๊ด์ฐฎ์."
์์์ด๋ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ ํ๋ ค๋ ๋ฏ ์
์ ์ ๋ฒ๋ ธ์ง๋ง ๋ง์ด ๋์ค์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋ค์ ๊ฐ๊ฒผ๊ณ , ํผ๋ก๊ฐ์ ์ฃผ๋ณ ์ธ๊ณ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ๊ธฐ์๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋ฉํ ์ํ์์๋ ์ํธ์ ํ๋ํฐ ํ์ ํ์์ด ๊ฝ ์ฅ๋ฉฐ ์กฐ์ฉํ ์ธ์ ํ๋ค.
์ํธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ์นจ๋ฌต์ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์์ด ์ ์ด ๋ค๋ฝ๋ ๋ฝํ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์กฐ์ฉํ ์ง์ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ๋ํฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ์๋ค.
๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ง๋๊ณ ์ง์ ์ ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๋ฉด์ ์์์ ์์์ ์์ํ ๋์๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๊ณ ์ ์ ์ค์ด๋ค๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋ค์ ํ ๋ฒ ๋ฐ์ง์๊ณ , ์ด๋ฒ์๋ ๋ ๋ง์์ก์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋น์ ์ ์ํ๋ฉฐ ๋์ ๊น๋นก์๋ค๊ฐ ์ํธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ง์คํ์ ํ์ ์ด ์ธ์์ฒ๋ผ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก์ต๋๋ค.
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์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ฒ์ฒํ ์์์ ๊ท์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋์ ์ด์ง ๋จ๊ณ ๋ฐฉ์ ๋ถ๋น์ ์ ์ํ๋ค. ๋คํํ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๋ฐ์ง๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์นจ๋ ์ ์์์ ์์ ์๋ ์ํธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ธด์ฅ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชธ์ ๋ ๋๋ฉฐ ์์ ์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊นจ๋ซ๊ณ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ ํธ์ํด์ง๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค.
"์ํธ... ๋ฏธ์ํด." ๊ทธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ํค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ซ์ดํ๋ค.
์ํธ๋ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ผ์ด๋ ์์๊ฐ์ ์์ ์์ ์์ ์์๋ค. "์๋, ์์์. ์ฌ๊ณผํ์ง ๋ง." ์ํธ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋งํ๋ค. "์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค ๋๋ค๊ณผ ์น๋ฆฌ์ผ. ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ์๋ชป์ด ์๋์ผ."
์์์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋์น์ฑ์ง ๋ชปํ ์ ๋๋ก ์ฝํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์์ง๋ง ์ฌ์ ํ ์ฃ์ฑ
๊ฐ์ ํฌ๋ฏธํ ํ์ ์ด ๋์ ๋จ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ํธ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ๋๋ฅด์ง ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ํ๋ณตํดํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์์ด ํ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ ๋ฐฉ์์ผ๋ก ์ง์ง๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ด๋ฉฐ ๊ณ์ ์์ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋์ ๋ค์ ๋จ๊ณ๋ ๋ฌด์์ธ๊ฐ์?" ์์์ ์ํธ์ ๋์์ผ๋ก ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ ์์ ์์๋ค.
"๋ค์ ๋จ๊ณ๋ ํด์์ ์ทจํ๊ณ ๋ณ์์์ ํด์ํ๋ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค. ์ ์ ๋๋จธ์ง ๊ทธ๋ฃน์? ์์งํ ์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด์. ๊ณํ ์์ด๋ ์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ ์ ์๊ณ , ํ์ค์ ์ผ๋ก ํ๊ธฐ ์ํด์๋ ๋์์ด ํ์ํฉ๋๋ค. ํผ์์๋ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ด๊ธธ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค."
"์ ๊ฐ ๋์๋๋ฆด ์ ์์ด์. ์ฌ๊ธฐ์๋ผ๋์." ์์์ด๊ฐ ๊ณ ์ง์ ๋ถ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ํธ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ๋ฐฉ๊ดํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ซ์ดํ์ง๋ง, ์ฃฝ์ ๋ปํ ํ์์ผ ํ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. "์, ์ ๊ฐ ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์จ ์ง ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋์๋์?"
"2์ฃผ๊ฐ ์ง๋ฌ์ด์. ์ฌ์ค ๋ฏธ์น 2์ฃผ์์ด์. ์๋ง๊ฐ ์น๋ฆฌ์ ํค์ด์ง๊ณ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ ์ ๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ, ์ง๊ธ์ ์น๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋น์ ์๊ฒ ํ ์ง ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ฌํ์ ๋ฐ๊ณ ์์ด์! ๋งน์ธ์ปจ๋, ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์น๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ค์ด๋ณธ ๋ชจ๋ ์น๋ฆฌ๋ ํํธ์๋ ์ฌ๋์ด์๊ณ ๊ฐ์ฅ์ ๊ฐํ ์๊ฒฉ์ด ์์์ด์. ์ด์ํ๋ค์."
"๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ๋ป์ธ์ง ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง๋ง, ๋ฏฟ์ด์." ์์์ด ์์๋ค.
์น์ ๋ ์ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก๋ ์ก์ฒด์ ์ผ๋ก๋ ๊ธด ๊ณผ์ ์ด ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์์ง๋ง, ์์์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ์ํด์๋ฟ๋ง ์๋๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ํด์๋์. ๋๋งน์ ๋ฌด๋์ ธ์ผ ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ํ์คํ ํ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค.
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์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ์ด์ฃผ์
์ ๊ฐ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค. ์ด์ํ ์ ์ด ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋๋ฉด ๋๊ธ๋ก ์๋ ค์ฃผ์ธ์. ์ ๋ ํ๊ตญ์ด์ ์์ ํ ๋ฅํตํ์ง ์์์ ๊ฐ๋ ์ค์๋ฅผ ๋์น๊ธฐ๋ ํฉ๋๋ค.
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Stepdad Problems -
Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
Whumpee: (์ฐ์์) Yeon Si Eun played by (๋ฐ์งํ) Park Ji Hoon
Synopsis: Ever since Si Eun changed schools after the whole him and Suho nearly dying situation, he was forced to move in with his mom and her boyfriendโฆ which wasโฆ a whole thing.
Notes: This fic is set after season 1 of the drama, utilizing the characters of the webtoon. Yes, Suho is alive in this bc Iโm in denial. Sue me. (I will also refer to โThe Unionโ as โThe Allianceโ since thatโs closer to the Korean translation) As always, there are some words in here that I didnโt translate, but Romanized instead) - For those who have read or are reading the webtoon in English, please reference the notes at the bottom for who is who.
Notes x2: Everybody enjoy watching season 1 on Netflix before we get season 2!!!
Maturity Rating: Both the drama and this fic are rated R and/or MA for violence and coarse language.
Words: 2126
Chapter: 3/3
Korean Version (ํ๊ตญ์ด ๋ฒ์ ): ๋งํฌ
AO3 Link: emrys_lmalw
โWhyโs it so loud?โ Si Eun could barely open his eyes, the light in the room blinding him.
โDoc, heโs awake!โ He watched as the doctors and nurses reached over him, some messing with his legs, his arms, his torso, the machines next to him. He couldnโt make sense of anything quite yet. Why was he there? Why was everyone so panicked? He noticed the same nurse who spoke a moment ago standing beside the gurney, looking directly into his eyes. It was so loud and so many sounds were happening simultaneously, so it was kinda difficult to process what she was saying. โ-where you are?โ
He turned his head to look to the other side of the gurney, noting the doctor who was now also staring at him. โDo you know where you are?โ The doctor spoke more sternly than the nurse had. He looked around, again, knowing he shouldโve known where he was, but it was all so much, and he was so confused. He shook his head slowly, before watching the doctor and nurse exchange concerned glances.ย
The nurse grabbed his arm, โYouโre at Huimang General Hospital. Does that make sense?โ He slowly turned his head to look at her, wincing with the pain the movement brought. He felt himself becoming slightly more aware, now, taking in his surroundings once more. She was right. He was in the ER at the hospital. Again. The pieces started to come together.
Too fast.
His memories of being beaten, everything Seungri did before undressing him and leaving him injured and all alone in his room to die, his worried friends, all of it. It flooded him and tried to drown him. He wanted to get up and go to his friends. With the first attempt to sit up, his torso screamed at him, sending hot lava throughout his veins. He could barely cry out with how weak he was. The pain and his surroundings sent him into a silent panic, causing him to grab onto the bed, still trying to get up. He ignored the pain as best he could, fighting the medical personnel who were calling out to each other and begging him to lie back down.
โPatient, we need you to calm down!โ The nurse shouted, her voice startling him. While unfocused, he still felt many hands grabbing at his arms and placed on his shoulders. He flinched, hating the restraint. The panic was only worsened by the teamโs actions, sending his mind into more of a spiral.
The doctor stepped in, sounding both concerned and frustrated, โSi Eun, you need to calm down.โ She clearly wanted to make eye contact, but Si Eun couldnโt focus. He was spiraling, and he couldnโt stop. The noises of the machines, the rapid beeping, his heartbeat blaring in his ears, the smells, the IV moving around in his arm, it was all too much. He just wanted to see his friends.
He gasped for breath, struggling to get his words out, โSuho.โ He looked around, โSuho.โ His heart raced, thudding against his ribs as though it might burst. He couldn't stop shaking, couldn't stop the tremors that rattled through his limbs. He needed to get to his friends even if it was the last thing he did.
โSi Eun!โ The doctor called out once more, but it was so muffled, he couldnโt focus on it. The world was spinning, the pressure in his head growing with every passing second. His vision started to blur. His breathing became more erratic than it was before, rapid and shallow. The dizziness started to get to him, causing him to sway in the gurney. His hand made it to his chest, holding it as tight as he could, almost hoping to pull the pain out of it.
"He's going into shock," the nurse said, her voice tight with urgency. The doctorโs eyes flickered with a moment of understanding, and she gave a quick signal to another nurse.
"Give- Propofol- intubate- move-," Her voice became severely distorted in his ears,. The doctor was already turning her attention back to Si Eun, who was still desperately trying to sit up. He felt like he was suffocating in his own body, his arms and legs unable to do what he wanted, his muscles too weak to fight the pain. The doctor looked down at him, her gaze softening just slightly as she spoke again, "Si Eun, you're going to be okay. Please listen to us."
He couldnโt hear her anymore. His world was engulfed in fear, the confusion and crushing weight of the trauma heโd endured suffocated him.
The nurse in charge of Si Eunโs sedation acted quickly, returning to his bedside holding a syringe. She quickly and with no hesitation sent the needle into his IV line, administering the sedative. The voices around him distorted further, his vision began to swim, the sharp clarity of the hospital lights dimming quickly. His body relaxed in spite of itself, the tension in his muscles easing, and his grip on the bed loosened.
He tried to fight the sedative, but even in his mental state, he knew it wasnโt possible. He felt the grip of the surrounding medical teamโs hands gently holding his body, lowering him back onto the cushioning under him. The darkness crept in, soft and inviting, and despite himself, he couldnโt keep his eyes open any longer.
He watched as the darkness slowly consumed his sight, leaving him in the quiet, peaceful oblivion of sleep.
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Si Eun had only been in the ICU for a couple of days before the doctors were comfortable moving him out, thank God. Suho stood outside of his room, having grabbed a drink at the vending machine while waiting for the rest of the group to get there.
The nurse from that day came in to check on him, having just clocked out from her shift in the ER. Suho greeted her warmly, happy to see she cared so much.
โI hope youโre getting some sleep.โ The nurse smiled.
โSometimes. Sometimes I canโt sleep.โ He wanted to be honest. โCan I ask you something?โ The nurse nodded. โWhen we asked to see him, you said you had to sedate him. It sounded like you had no other choice. Why?โ
Her gaze shifted to Si Eun through the doorโs window, eyes softening. She acknowledged the nurse who was in the room checking him over. โHe started to panic. He kept trying to get up, and we knew his injuries were going to worsen if he did that. We didnโt have another option at the time, and even if we did, we didnโt have time to see if it would work.โ She sighed. โHe kept calling your name. I promise if we couldโve let you come in, we would have. Especially if it would have helped keep him calm. Unfortunately, we couldnโt.โ
Suhoโs heart dropped to his feet. Si Eun had been in the hospital multiple times. Heโd never been that scared before. It felt like his heart was being stomped on.
Suho stood in silence, trying to process what the nurse had just shared. The thought of Si Eun, terrified and alone, calling out his name, was almost too much to bear.ย
โWas Si Eun really that scared?โ His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Shit.โ
The nurse reached out and placed a gentle hand on Suho's shoulder, her expression kind and understanding. โHe was scared, yes. But you should know that it wasnโt your fault. Sometimes, when patients are disoriented and in pain, their minds start to spiral. It's hard to control that fear when you're in a place where everything feels out of control. It also doesnโt help that we had been sticking him with needles. The ER is not a calming environment, no matter how much our team tries. Nothing can be done.โ She paused, giving Suho a moment to take in her words. "Be here for him, now. Speak with him when he wakes up and comfort him, then, okay?โ
Suho stared at the grey tiled floors, the weight in his chest wouldnโt lift. He wanted to reassure Si Eun that everything would be okay, but that had been taken from him in a moment of pure panic. He couldnโt imagine what his friend had gone through in the ER that day.
Before he could speak again, the nurse gave him a small smile, โIโm Yeo Eun Nam by the way. Also, I think heโs awake. Iโll give you both some time.โ
Suhoโs breath hitched. โHeโs awake?!โ
She nodded. Go ahead and go in. Iโll check on you guys next time I work.โ
Suhoโs heart gave a jolt, a mix of relief and apprehension flooding him. Without another word, he ran into Si Eunโs room. When he entered, Si Eun was lying in bed, his eyes half-open, looking exhausted but finally at peace. The usual spark in his gaze was dulled by the remnants of sedation, but the sight of him, alive and breathing, was enough to make Suho's chest release its tension, full with gratitude.
Si Eunโs nurse spoke up, "He's still a little groggy from the sedation, but he's awake. He's been asking for you."
โSi Eun-โ Suho's voice was shaky, filled with a mix of emotions. He took a step closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving his friendโs face.
Si Eun blinked slowly, his hand reaching up to his oxygen mask before Suho stopped him. โHey, you gotta leave that alone. They said youโll need it for a little bit.โ
โSuho?โ His voice was hoarse, fragile, and full of confusion, muffled by the oxygen mask. It was so nice to hear his voice.
โThatโs me. Suho the angel, remember?โ Suho said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. โYouโre safe now. Youโre okay.โ
Si Eunโs lips parted, as if trying to say something, but the words didnโt come out. His eyes closed again, his exhaustion too heavy to keep up with the world around him. But even in his dazed state, he squeezed the arm of Suhoโs hoodie weakly, a silent acknowledgment.
Suho no longer minded the silence. He silently watched as Si Eun fell in and out of sleep, allowing him to hold onto his hoodie.
Eventually, as the hours passed and the sedation wore off, Si Eunโs awareness slowly returned, and the sleep started to lessen. His eyes fluttered open once more, and this time, they were clearer. He blinked, adjusting to the light, before focusing on Suhoโs face, his expression softening into something like recognition.
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Sounds slowly made their way into Si Eunโs ears. He slightly opened his eyes, allowing himself to adjust to the lights in his room. Luckily, they werenโt too bright. He saw Suho sitting in the chair next to his bed. He felt some of the tension leave his body, relaxing a little bit more knowing he was there.
โSuhoโฆ Iโm sorry.โ He hated to worry his friends.
Suho quickly stood up and was sitting next to Si Eun in an instant. โNo, Si Eun. Donโt apologize,โ Suho said quickly. โItโs those Alliance assholes and Seungri. None of this was your fault.โ
Si Eun gave a weak, almost imperceptible nod, but there was still a faint trace of guilt in his eyes. He was happy as Suho didnโt press him, though. He just continued to sit there, offering his support in the way he knew Si Eun needed.
โSo whatโs our next move?โ Si Eun sat up a little bit more with Suhoโs help.
โYour next move is to get some rest and get discharged from the hospital. As for mine and the rest of the groupโs? I donโt know, honestly. We canโt run into the Alliance without a plan, and to be realistic, we need help. We canโt beat them on our own.โ
โI can help. Even if itโs from here.โ Si Eun insisted. He hated it when Suho put him on the sidelines, but he also knew he needed it after nearly dying. โOh, how long have I been here?โ
โItโs been two weeks. Itโs been a crazy two weeks, actually. Your mom broke up with Seungri and called the cops, and now heโs on trial for what he did to you! I swear, every Seungri Iโve ever known or heard of has been a shitty person and deserves to be in jail. Odd.โ
โI donโt know what that means, but I believe you.โ Si Eun laughed.
Healing was going to be a long process, both mentally and physically, but Si Eun knew he needed to. Both for his friendsโ sakes but also for his. The Alliance needed to fall, and he would make sure of it.
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Big Ben - Park Humin
Alex Go - Go Hyuntak
Gerard Jin - Jin Gayool
#weak hero class 1 fanfiction#weak hero class 1#kwhump#asian whump#asianwhump#my writing#my fanfiction
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Hey, mutuals!
I'm unfollowing a bunch of accounts right now just to kinda clean things out (side note: I'm seeing blogs that haven't updated in 14 YEARS!!!)...
Anyway, if you see I am no longer following you, it's an accident. I was following a LOT of blogs and zoned out for a bit while I was clicking unfollow so if you used to see the mutuals tag and you no longer do, please hmu bc I would like to still be following you :,(
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BURIED HEARTS ๋ณด๋ฌผ์ฌ (2025) 1x09 Here's the Gun, Sir
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์ธ์ ์ด๋์๋ ์๋ ์ฐฉํ๋จ์ - The Innocent Man - Whump List - ๐ฐ๐ท
Whumpee: ๊ฐ๋ง๋ฃจ (Kang Ma Ru) played by ์ก์ค๊ธฐ (Song Joong Gi)
Synopsis: The story of a man, Kang Ma Roo who has been betrayed by the love of his life, Han Jae Hee. Years after the incident, Ma Roo begins to live a life of self-indulgence. He sacrificed his well being for his girlfriend only to discover that she never looked back and married another man for wealth. Thus, he sets off to take revenge. And in order to execute his revenge, he approaches Seo Eun Gi, the resilient and cold daughter of the man Jae Hee married. (MDL)
Genre/Tags: Cop/Crime, Betrayal, Antihero ML, Romance, Melodrama, Chronic/Terminal Illness, Poor ML, Constant Whump
Watch On: Viki, DramaCool, KissAsian
Note: Yes, I do hate him. SO much. However, this drama was pretty good at the time and full of whump. Also, I made this list a long time ago and found it in my drafts and will not put all that to waste. Yes he sucks. Enjoy watching him suffer as he should.
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW
1.01 : emotional, sacrificing himself ::: stressed, sweating
1.02: stressed, sweating, heavy breathing, nearly collapsed, leaning onto the chairs on the plane to support himself, nauseous ::: stressed, angry outburst ::: loved one talks about how damaged Ma Ru is, โHe lives as a living dead person.โ, concern for him ::: exhausted, heavy breathing, sweating ::: arrested, going willingly, concern for him ::: interrogated ::: in a cell ::: concerned for someone ::: fell off his motorbike
1.03 : interrogated ::: fell off his motorbike, fell off a cliff, concern for him ::: doctor tells someone a rib is broken and his leg is hurt ::: asleep in a hospital bed, cut and bandaged face, rolling over in pain, struggling to sit up, wincing, in pain, holding his torso ::: in a lot of pain, heavy breathing, writhing ::: (flashbacks: in pain, holding his torso) ::: in pain ::: in pain ::: wound reveal (bandaged and bruised torso and back) ::: concerned for someone ::: concerned for someone, angry, protecting someone, holding his torso, fought, hit, collapsed, coughing, in pain ::: in pain, holding his chest, wincing
1.04 : emotional, told to stop selling his body for money (as if he had a choice)
1.05 : concerned for someone
1.06 : none
1.07 : hit over the head, bleeding, half collapsed, beaten, collapsed, hair grabbed a few times, difficulty breathing, barely conscious, threatened ::: concern for him ::: wound reveal (struggling to walk, black swollen eye, bandaged face), emotional, concern for him
1.08 : wound reveal (struggling to walk, black swollen eye, bandaged face), emotional, concern for him ::: looking after someone, pulling away from someone (x2), concern for him, wound reveal (bruises all down his back), groaning, wincing ::: emotional, crying
1.09 : sweating, throwing up ::: concern for him (sorta) ::: emotional
1.10 : emotional ::: told he needs to have brain surgery ::: emotional ::: having a nightmare, woke up, heavy breathing ::: concerned for someone
1.11 : concerned for someone ::: emotional
1.12 : head pain, self medicating, wincing, holding his head, groaning, heavy breathing
1.13 : concerned for someone ::: asleep
1.14 : concerned for someone ::: angry ::: throwing up, intense head pain ::: intense head pain, curling in on himself, heavy breathing
1.15 : stressed, concerned for someone
1.16 : emotional
1.17 : emotional, near tears
1.18 : emotional, crying
1.19 : head pain, holding his head ::: crying, comforted ::: crying ::: (flashbacks: emotional, crying)
1.20 : feeling unwell ::: head pain, leaving against a wall for support, doubling over in pain ::: found laying unconscious on the floor, concern for him ::: asleep in the hospital, concern for him, woke up, told his chances of survival are 50/50 ::: concerned for someone, exhausted, looking sickly, concern for him, telling someone heโs tired ::: feeling unwell, shaking, pulls hand away from stomach to reveal blood, stumbling, bending over in pain, stumbling, collapsed, writhing in pain, heavy breathing, slowly losing consciousness, heavily lidded eyes, passed out
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์์๋น ๋ฌธ์ (Step Dad Problems)
Korean Version - Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
Whumpee: ์ฐ์์ ์ญ ๋ฐ์งํ
์์ฝ: ์์์ด์ ์ํธ๊ฐ ์ฃฝ์ ๋ปํ ๋ฌธ์ ์ดํ ํ๊ต๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊พผ ์ดํ๋ก, ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ง์ ๋จ์์น๊ตฌ์ ํจ๊ป ์ด๊ฒ ๋์์ต๋๋ค... ์ํฉ์ด์์ฃ .
๋ฉ๋ชจ๋ค: ์ด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ ์นํฐ์ ์บ๋ฆญํฐ๋ฅผ ํ์ฉํ ๋๋ผ๋ง ์์ฆ 1 ์ดํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ผ๋ก ํฉ๋๋ค. ๋ค, ์ํธ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ๋ถ์ธํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ด์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ณ ์ํด ์ฃผ์ธ์. *์ ๋ ์ด๊ฒ์ ์์ด์์ ๋ฒ์ญํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ค์ด๋ฒ ํํ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ง๋ค๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ค ๋๋ฌธ์
๋๋ค.*
์ฑ์๋ ๋ฑ๊ธ: ๋๋ผ๋ง์ ์ด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ ๋ชจ๋ ํญ๋ ฅ์ฑ๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ธ์ด๋ก ์ธํด R ๋ฐ/๋๋ MA ๋ฑ๊ธ์ ๋ฐ์์ต๋๋ค.
๋จ์ด: 1870
์ฑํฐ: 2/?
์์ด ๋ฒ์ (English Version): ENG VER link
AO3 ๋งํฌ: emrys_lmalw
์์์ด์ ๋ํด ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณด๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ ๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋๋๋ฆฐ ์ง ์ดํ์ด ์ง๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค. ์ํธ์ ํ๋ฏผ์ ์ ์ ๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ด ๋ง์์ก์ต๋๋ค.
"์์๋น ๊ฐ ๊ด์ฐฎ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค์, ์ฌ๋ฌ๋ถ. ๊ณต๊ฐ์ ์ข ์ค์ผ ํ ๊น ๋ด์." ๊ฐ์จ์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ์๋กํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ต์ ์ ๋คํ์ง๋ง ํ๋ฏผ๊ณผ ์ํธ์ ์ฃผ๋จน๊ตฌ๊ตฌ์์ ๊ทธ์ ๋
ธ๋ ฅ์ด ํ์๊ณ ์์ ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์์ต๋๋ค.
"์ ๊ทธ์ ์๋ง๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์๋ตํ์ง ์๋์? ๋ณดํต ์ง์ ์์ ๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์๋ตํด์." ์ํธ๋ ๋์ ๊ฐ๋๊ฒ ๋จ๊ณ ํด๋ฏผ์ ๋ง์ฃผํ๋ค.
"์ ํํด์. ๊ทธ๋
๊ฐ ์ถ์ฅ ์ค์ธ๊ฐ์? ๊ทธ๋์ ๊ทธ๋
๊ฐ ์ง์ ์๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ์?" ํด๋ฏผ์ ์์์ ์ํํธ ์ถ์
๊ตฌ ๊ณ๋จ์ ์์ฑ์ด๋ฉฐ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ๋๋จธ์ง ์ผํ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ "๊ณํ์ด ์์ด์. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฒ๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ ์์๋น ๊ฐ์ ๋์ด ๋ ๋๋์ง ํ์ธํด์. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ ๋๋ฉด ์์์ ์ํํธ๋ก ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ง ํ์ธํด์. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ด์ฐฎ๋ค๋ฉด ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๊ฒ ์ง๋ง, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ฉ์ํ ๊ฑฐ์์. ๊ทธ๋ ์ง ์์ผ๋ฉด... ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ํด๊ฒฐํด์. ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์๊ฐํ์ธ์?" ํด๋ฏผ์ ๋ชธ ์์ชฝ์์ ํ์ ๋ด๋ฐ๋ฉฐ ์์ด๋์ด์ ์๊ฒฌ์ ๋ฌผ๋ฆฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ด๋ํ์ต๋๋ค.
"์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํด์. ์ด ์ฌ๋ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ ๋ง ๊ธด์ฅ๋ผ์. ์์์ด ์ํ์ ์ฒํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์. ๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ ์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค์ ๋ฐ์ด๋ค์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ง ๋ค์ณค์ ๊ฑฐ์์." ์ํธ๋ ์ผํ์๊ฒ ํ์ ์์ ์ฒ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ์ค๋ผ๊ณ ์ ์ํ์ต๋๋ค. "์ฌ๊ธฐ ๋์ดํฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์จ์ด๋ ๋ผ์. ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ณผ ์ ์์ด์."
"์ผ, ๋ ์ ์จ์ด์ผ ํ๋์ง ์์? ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์น๊ตฌ์ธ๋ฐ ์ ๊ทธ์ ์ํํธ ์์ ์จ์ง?" ํํ์ ์ํธ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ ์๋ ํ๋ฏผ, ๊ฐ์จ๊ณผ ์ํธ ์ฌ์ด์ ์
ํฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ ์์๋ค.
"๊ฐ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์๋ง๊ฐ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ๋๋น ์ ธ์ ์ ๋ ์ถ์ด ๋ ์จ์ ๋ฐ์ ์์ ์์ด์ผ ํด. ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ฑฐ๋ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ ์ฌ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ผ ํด. ์ ๋ง ์ง์ฆ๋. ํนํ 12์์!" ์ํธ๋ 12์ ์ค์์ ๋ชจ์ต ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๋ชธ์ ๋จ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค.
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์์์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ด ๊ทธ์ ํผ๋ถ๋ฅผ ํ์ฐ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋งํ ๋์ ์์๋ค. ํผ๋ก๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ ๋ค๊ฒ ํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๋์ ๋จ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐ๋ฅ ๊ธธ์ด์ ๊ฑฐ์ธ์ ๋น์น ์์ ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณผ ์ ์์๊ณ , ์น๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์
์ธ ์ ๋ฐ์ง, ์๋ง์ ๋ฒ๊ฒผ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ฐจ๋ ธ๋ค. '์๋ง๋ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์๊น? ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๊ธฐ์ต๋์ง ์์. ์จ๋ฐ, ์ถ์.'
๊ทธ๋ ๋์ ์กฐ๊ธ ๋ ๋จ๊ณ ๋์์ผ ๋ชธ ์๋์ ์๋ ์์ ๋ถ์ ์
๋ฉ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณด์๋ค. '์ ๋ง ์์ง๋ ํผ๊ฐ ๋๋ ๊ฑธ๊น? ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ์ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ๊ฒช๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์.' ๊ธฐ์นจ ๋ฐ์์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์ฐข๊ณ ์จ๋ชธ์ ๋จ๋ฉฐ ์ ๋ ์ง ์ผ๋ง ๋์ง ์์ ๊ฒฝํํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ ์์ ํ ์๋ก์ด ์์ค์ ํต์ฆ์ ๋ด๋ฟ์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ํ์ ์ค ์ ์๋ ์๋์ง๊ฐ ์ถฉ๋ถํ์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฐ๋ง ์ง์คํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋๋ฌผ ํ ๋ฐฉ์ธ์ด ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋บจ์ ํ๊ณ ์ฝ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ก์ง๋ฌ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ผ๋ก ๋จ์ด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ค์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ํฌ๊ฒ ๋ฐ์ด์ ๋ฑ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์๋์๊ณ , ์จ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง ์์ ์ ๋๋ก ๊ฐํ์ง๋ ์์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ฒ ์์ด๋ ์ด์ ์์์ ๋ฌด์์ ํ์๊น์? ๊ทธ์ ๋ถ๋ชจ๋์ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก๋ ์ก์ฒด์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ๋ ธ๊ณ , ๊ดด๋กญํ, ์คํธ๋ ์ค, ๊ตฌํ, ํํธ์๋ ์์๋น ๋ฅผ ๊ฒช์์ต๋๋ค. ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ์ ์๊ฒฉ์ด ์์์๊น์? ๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฌด ๊ณผํด์ ์์ ์๊ฒ ๋งํด์ค ์ ์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์กด์ฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ฒญํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊นจ์ด ์์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ๋
ธ๋ ฅํ์ง๋ง ์ ๋ค๋ฉด ์ง๋๊ฐ ๊ฐ๋ฅ์ฑ์ด ์ ํน์ ์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ๋งค์ฐ ์ ํน์ ์ด์์ต๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ ์์ ๊นจ๊ฒ ํ ์ ์ผํ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฌธ์ ๋๋๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์์ ์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฟ์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์น๋ฆฌ์๊ฒ ๋ฌธ์ ์ ๊ทธ๊ณ ์ท์ ๋ฒ๊ฒผ์๊น์? ๊ทธ๋ด ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์ด์. ์ด์ฉ๋ฉด. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง ์๊ฐ์ ํผ์ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ด ํ๋ณตํ์ง๋ง ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ด ์์์ผ๋ฉด ์ข์์ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌธ์ด ๊ฒฝ์ฒฉ์์ ๋จ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋ชธ์ ๋ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ ๋์ ๋๊ฒ ์ ๋ง์ ์ด๊ณ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ค๋ฌ์ด ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๋๋ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ง๋ฌธ๊ณผ ๋น๋ช
์ด ๊ทธ์ ๊ท๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ ์ฑ์ ๋ค.
"์ผ, ์ฐ์์! ๋๋์ฒด ์ด๋ ์์์ด?!"
"์ ํผ๋ฅผ ํ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด?!"
"์ ๋ฒ๊ฑฐ๋ฒ์์ด?!"
"์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค๊ฐ ๋น์ ์๊ฒ ์ด๋ฐ ์ง์ ํ๋์?!"
"์์๋น ๊ฐ ๋ํํ
์ด๋ฐ ์ง์ ํ์ด?! ๋งน์ธ์ปจ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์๋ฉ์ด๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆด ๊ฑฐ์ผ."
๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋
์์ ๋ด๋ ค์ค๊ณ ์๊ฑด์ด ๋ฑ์ ํ๊ณ ๋ด๋ ค์ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ถ๋ช
ํ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ฒญ์ํ๊ณ ์์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํํ๋ก์์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ์ ์์ํ ๋ฐ๋ ค์ ์ ์ด ๋ค ์ ๋๋ก ํธ์ํด์ก๋ค. ์๋๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์๊ฐํ๋ค.
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"๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ธฐ์ ํ๊ณ ์์ด, ์๋ค์, ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ํด, ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊นจ์ด ์์ด์ผ ํด!" ์ํธ๊ฐ ์์์ด์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์ ํ ๋ค๋ก ์ ํ๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ๋ฐ์ณค๋ค. "์, ์์์, ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ด ์์ด."
ํ๋ฏผ์ ์ํธ ์์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ตด๋ฌ๊ฐ๋ ์์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ ๋บจ์ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ธ๊ณ ์์๋ค. "์, ์ ๋ค๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ." ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์์์ ์์ ์น๊ตฌ์ ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. "๋ฐ๋ก ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์ผ! ๋ ์ข ๋ด!"
์ํธ๋ ์์์ด๊ฐ ๋๋ค์ ์์ฒ๋ฐ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ง์์ด ์ํ ์ด์. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ํ ๋ง์ด ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ์ํฉ์ ์ธ์ ๋์์ค ์ ์๋์ง๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฅด์ณ์ฃผ์์ด์. ์ด์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํด์ผ ํ ๊น์? ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์งํค๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ ์์ ์ ํผ ์์ ๋์ ํผ์ ์ด์๋จ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋
ธ๋ ฅํ๊ณ ์๊ณ , ์์๋น ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค๊ณผ ์ ์ ๋ง์๋ฌ ๋๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ง๋ ์๋ค์ด ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ง๋ด๋์ง ์๊ฐ๋ ์์ด ์ด๋๊ฐ์ ์์ด์. ๊ทธ๊ฒ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ง์ด ๋๋์?
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์ธ์์ ํ์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋๊ปด์ก๊ณ , ํต์ฆ์ ์จ๋งํ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋ ํ๋ค๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ฐ์ด ์๋ก ๊ณ ์ ์์ผฐ๋ค. ์์์ ๋์ ํ๋ญ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๋ ๋์ ์ง์ค์ํฌ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค. ๋๋ฌด ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒฝ๋ณด์ฒ๋ผ ๊บผ์ ธ ์์๋ค. ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฐ๊ณ , ๋๋ฌด ์๋๋ฝ๊ณ , ๋์๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ๊ฐํด์ ์
์์ ์๋ ๊ฒ๋ค์ ์๋ง์ง์ฐฝ์ด์๋ค.
๊ทธ์ ์จ๊ฒฐ์ ์์๊ณ ํ์ ํ๋ ๋ฏํ ํต์ฆ๋ง ๊ฐ์ ธ์๋ค.
"์ฐ์์, ๊ฐํ ๋์ ๊ฐ์ง ๋ง!" ์ํธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์๋์ ๊ฐ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค. ์ํธ๋ ๋ง ํ๋ง๋ ํ ๋๋ง๋ค ์ ๋ฐํจ๊ณผ ๊ณตํฌ๋ฅผ ๋๊ผ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ ์ํด์๋ ์๋๋๋ผ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ์ํด ๋ฒํ
จ์ผ ํ์ต๋๋ค. ์ํธ์ ํ์ ์ก์ ์์ ๊ฝ ์ก๊ณ ๊นจ์ด ์์ด์ผ ํ์ต๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ ์ ๋ ํ๋ค์ด์ง๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ค๋ ๋ฒ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ์ ์์์ง ํ์ ํ์ง ๋ชปํ์ต๋๋ค.
โ๊นจ์ด ์์ดโฆโ
์์์ ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ชธ์ ๋ค๋ก ์ ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ์ง๋ง ์ฌ์ด๋ ์ ๋ฌด์์์ ์ธ ์ธ์นจ์ ๊ฐ๋ ฌํ๋ค. '๊ทธ๋๋ ๋๋ฌด ํผ๊ณคํด.' ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ์ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ ์ฌ์ ์ธ ์์ํ ํด์์ ๋๋ฆผ๊ณผ ์ธ์ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ด ์์ ์ ๋ชธ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณผ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ์ซ์๋ค. ์ํธ ์์์๋ ์ฝํด ๋ณด์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ต์ํ์ง๋ง ๋๋จธ์ง ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐํ๊ณ ์์ง ์๋ ์ ์ฌ๋ก๋ง ๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ค ์ด๋ฏธ์ง์๋ ์ ๊ฒฝ ์ฐ์ง ์์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์ ๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌด๋์ง ์๋ ์์๋ค.
ํด๋ฏผ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์๊ฐ์์ ๋์ด๋๊ณ , ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ถ๋๋ฌ์์ก์ง๋ง ๋นํฉํ ๋ฏ "์์์, ๋ ์ข ๋ด?"๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
'์ผ์ ์ผ์ด๋์ง ์๊ฒ ์ง๋ง ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์ ํ์ธ์.'
"๊ทธ๋. ๋ ์ด์์์ด์ผ ํด. ์ฃฝ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋ผ!" ํ๋ฏผ์ ์๋ ค๊ณ ์๋ํ๋ฉฐ ์์์ ํฅํด ์์ ๋ป์๋ค. ํ๋ฏผ์ ๋ค์์ ์กด์ฌ๊ฐ์ ๋๊ผ๊ณ , ํํ์ด ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ค์ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. โ์ฃ์กํด์.โ ๊ทธ ์๋๋ฌ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ตฌ๊ธ์ฐจ์ ์ฌ์ด๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ผ ๊ฑฐ์์. ์ ์ฅ, ํด๋ฏผ์ด ๊ตฌ๊ธ๋์์ ํ๋๊ฒ ํ๋ ๋ด์? ์ํฉ์ ๋ํ ์ฝ๊ฐ์ ์ ๋จธ๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ๋ ๋์์ด ๋์์ด์. ์ฃฝ์ ์๊ธฐ์ ์ฒํ์ง ์์๋ค๋ฉด ์์์ ๊ฑฐ์์.
๊ทธ๋๋ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ์ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง๊ณ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ ์ฌ์ด๋ก ๋ชจ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์์ ์ฌ๋ผ์ก์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ฃผ๋ณ ์ธ์์ ์ ์ ๋ ํ๋ฆฟํด์ก๊ณ , ๋งค ์๊ฐ ๋ ํ๋ฆฟํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ธ๋ฆผ์ ์๋ก์ด ๊ฒ์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์ฃผ๋ณ์ ๋ฉ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ก๊ณ , ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฉ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ก์ง๋ง ํ์ค๊ฐ์ ๋๊ปด์ง์ง ์์์ต๋๋ค.
'์ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ํโฆ'
๊ทธ์ ๋๊บผํ์ด ๋ค์ ํ๋ญ์๋ค.
"๋ฐ๋ก ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์ผ! ์ด์, ์์์!" ์ํธ๊ฐ ์ธ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฌ์ด๋ ์๋ฆฌ, ๋ฐ๋์ ํฉ์ธ์ธ ๊ตฌ๊ธ์ฐจ์ ๋์ง ์๋ฆฌ, ๋ฏธ์น ๋ฏ์ด ์์ ์ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ก์ ๋ป์ฒ๋ผ ํ์ค ์ธ๊ณ์ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ์๋ฆฌ์น๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ๋์์ ์์ฒญํ๊ณ , ๊ตฌ๊ธ์ฐจ ์์์ ์์ ์ ํผ๋ก ๋ค๋ฎ์ธ ์ฑ ์ฌ๋ผ์ ธ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๊ฒ์ฃผ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค.
๋ ์นด๋ก์ด ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํฌ๋ฏธํด์ง๋ ์๊ฐ์์ ๋ฒ์ด๋๊ฒ ํ๊ณ , ๊ตฌ๊ธ์ฐจ๊ฐ ํ์ ํ ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ํต์ฆ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ดํตํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ์ ์ค๋ฅธ์ชฝ ๋ฑ๋ฑํ ํ๋ฉด์ ๋ถ๋ชํ๋ค. '๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ง์ง์๋ค.' ์ํธ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์์๊ณ , ์์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์ผ์ฅ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ตฌ๊ธ์ฐจ ์ด์ ์ฌ์ ์ฌ๊ณผ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ์์ ๋งด๋์๋ค.
"์์์, ๋ด ๊ณ์ ์์ด์ค. ํฌ๊ธฐํ์ง ๋ง, ์๊ฒ ์ง? ํฌ๊ธฐํ ์ ์์ด." ์ํธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๊ฐ์ ์ ํฉ์ธ์ฌ ๋ค๋ ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ธ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋๋ ๊ณ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋ณ์์ ๋์ฐฉํ ๋๊น์ง ๊นจ์ด์์ ์ ์๋๋ก ๊ณ์ ์์ ๋ด๋ฐ์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๊นจ์ด ์๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ๊ณ ํต์ด ๋๋ฌด ์ฌํด์ ์ด๋ ์๊ฐ ๋ ์ด์ ๊ทธ์ ์ ํ์ด ์๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ์ ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์์ก๊ณ , ๋ชธ์ ์์ํ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ ์๋ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๋
น์ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ณ์ ์ธ์ธ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ง ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ ๋ฒ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ํด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์์ง๋ง, ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ด๋์์ง๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ํ ๊ฐ์ง ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์์๋ ์์ญ์์ด ์์๋ค:
'๋๋ ์์ง ์ฃฝ์ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ์ ๋์ด.'
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๋ณ์์ ์์๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ถ๋น, ๋์ฐํ ๋์, ์๊ธ์ค ๋๊ธฐ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ์์ ๋น๋ช
์ ์ง๋ฅด๋ ์์ด๋ค, ๊ฒฝ๋ณด๊ฐ ์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฑ ์น๊ตฌ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์๊ฒ ๊ณผ๋ํ ์๊ทน์ ์ธ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ๋ง ์ ๊ณตํ์ต๋๋ค. ์ง์๋ค์ ๋งค์ผ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋์ฒํ์๊น์? ์๊ฐ์ 1์ด๋ง๋ค ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ์์ง์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋๊ปด์ก์ต๋๋ค. ์ํธ์ ์ฌ์ฅ์ ๋ชธ์ผ๋ก ๋๋ ์ ์์ ์ ๋๋ก ๊ท๊น์ง ๋ฐ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ์ซ์ดํ์ต๋๋ค.
"๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ณ์ ๋ณ์์ ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐ ์ ์์ด. ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ด๋ฐ ์ง์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ์ ๋ง ์ง๊ฒจ์." ์ํธ๋ ๋ฉํ๋ ์จ์ ๋ด์ฌ๋ฉฐ ์ต๋ํ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋ด์ฌ์๋ค. "๊ทธ์ ์๋ง๋ ์ด ์ฌ์ค์ ์์์ผ ํด. ์๋ง๋ ๊ทธ ๋์ ๋๊ณผ ํค์ด์ ธ์ผ ํด."
๊ทธ๋ฃน ์ ์ฒด๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ๋ค์ ์์ ํ์งฑ์ ๋ผ๊ณ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ ์ผ๊ตด์ ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ํธ์ ํด๋ฏผ์ ๋๋ถ๋ถ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ง๊ธ์? ์ด์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์๊ฒ ๋จ์ด์ก๋ค. ๋ ๋ค ๋งํ์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๊ฐ์ ์นจ๋ฌต์ ์ด์ํ๊ฒ๋ ์ปธ๋ค.
์์์ ๊ทธ ์์์ ๋ชฉ์จ์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ณ ํจ์จ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ผํ๋ ์์ฌ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ค์ ์์์ ๋ค์ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์์ด ์์ง ์์์ด ์๋์ง ์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ํ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์์ ๊ธด๋ฐํจ์ด ๊ทธ๋ค์๊ฒ ์๊ณ ์ถ์์ง ์๋์ง ์์์ผ ํ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋งํด์ฃผ์์ต๋๋ค.
"๋ํฌ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ด์ฐฎ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํด?" ๊ฐ์จ์ด์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๋ผ์ก๋ค. ์ํธ๋ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์์ํ๋ ์น๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ฃผํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ์๊ฒ์ ๊ธด์ฅ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ ์ ์์๋ค.
์ํธ๋ ๊ฐ์จ์ ์ด๊นจ์ ํ์ ๊ฐ์๋ค. "๋น์ฐํ ๊ทธ๋ด ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ์์์ด์ผ, ๊ธ๋ฐฉ ๋๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ." ๊ทธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ์ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๊ฝ ์ก์๋ค. '๊ทธ๋ ์ด๊ฒจ๋ด์ผ ํด. ๊ทธ ์์ด๋ ์ธ์์ ์ด ์ ์์ด.'
๊ฐ์จ์๊ฒ ์๋ก์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑด๋ธ์์๋ ๋ถ๊ตฌํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ง์ค์ธ์ง ์์ ํ ํ์ ํ์ง ๋ชปํ์ต๋๋ค. ์์์ด์ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ๊ณ ํผํฌ์ฑ์ด๊ฐ ๋ ์ผ๊ตด, ํผ ๋ฌป์ ์ท, ๊ทธ ๊ธฐ์ต๋ค์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์์์ ๋ฐ๋ณต์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฌ์๋์์ต๋๋ค. ํธ๋ผ์ฐ๋ง๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ฐ์ธ ์ง์ํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์์ต๋๋ค. ์ ํผ์ ๋จ๊ฒจ์ ธ ๊ณต๋ถํ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ ์์ด๊ฐ ์ฃฝ๊ธฐ ์ง์ ์ ์์ด์ผ๊น์? ๊ทธ๋ ์ธ์์ ์์ํ ์ ์ด ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒฐ์ฝ ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๊ณต๋ถํ๊ณ ์ถ์์ ๋ฟ์
๋๋ค.
์๊ฐ์ ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ํ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฒ ๊ณ์ ํ๋ฌ๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋ง์ ์๊ฐ์ด ํ๋ ๋์ง ํ์ ํ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ช ๋ถ? ๋์? ์ด์ 60๋์๋์?
์ํธ๋ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ์ถ์ด ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋น๋ช
์ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์น๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์ต์ ์ ๋คํ๊ณ ์๊ณ ์์ ๋ ๋์์ฃผ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ ์ ์๋ ์ผ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ๋ฟ์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค์ ๊ทธ ๋ฐฉ์ ์๋ ์ง์๋ค, ๊ทธ์ ์ ํํ ์ํฉ์ ์ฒ๋ฆฌํ๋๋ก ํ๋ จ๋ ์ง์๋ค์ด ์์์ ์ด ๋์ฐํ ์ํฉ์์ ๋ฒ์ด๋๊ฒ ํด์ฃผ๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋๋๋ค.
๋ฌธ์ด ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ด๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์ ํผํฌ์ฑ์ด๊ฐ ๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ค.
์ํธ๋ ์จ์ ์ด ์ ์์๋ค. โ์จ๋ฐ. ์ ๊ฑด ์์์ด์ ํผ์ผ.โ
๊ทธ๋
์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฉํ๋ค. ๋ฌด์์ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋
๋ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ณ ํจ์จ์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ง์ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฑ๋กํ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋
๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์กด์ฌ๋ฅผ ์์์ฐจ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณด์ด์, ์ฝ๊ฐ ๋ง์ค์ด๋ค๊ฐ ์ ์ ์ด ํผ๋ฏธํ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ฒ ๋์๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋-" ํ๋ฏผ์ด ๋์ฐ๋ค. "์์-์ธ๊ฐ?"
๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๋
์ ํ์ ์ ๊ธ์ ์ ์ด์ง ์์๋ค. "๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ ์
๋๋ค. ์ถํ์ ๋ฉ์ท์ง๋ง ์ฌ์ ํ ๊ฑฑ์ ๋ฉ๋๋ค. ์ง์ ์์ผ์ผ ํ๊ณ ์ง๊ธ์ ์คํ์์ค๋ก ์ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์ต๋๋ค."
์๋
๋ค์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ค๋๋ง์ ์ฒซ ์จ์ ๋ค์ด๋ง์
จ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ. ์ํธ๋ฅผ ์ ์ธํ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ฌํ์ง ์์๋ค. ์์ง. "์์์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณผ ์ ์๋์?" ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋จ๋ ธ์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๋ ๋จํธํ๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค.ย
๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ค์ด๋ค๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ค๋ฅผ ๋์๋ณด์๋ค. "๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ ๋ง ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ ์ผ์ด ์๋์์. ๋น์ ์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์ง์ ์ ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ด ๋ง๊ณ ์์ด-."
ย "์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์ ์คํ๊ณ ์กด์คํ ๊ฒ์
๋๋ค," ์ํธ๊ฐ ๋ผ์ด๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ ๋จ๋จํด์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ์ ์ ๋ฐํจ์ด ๋ถ๋ช
ํด์ก๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋๋ค. โ์ ๋ฐ, ์ ๊ฐโฆ ์๋โฆ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์์ ๋ณด๊ฒ ํด์ฃผ์ธ์."ย ย ย
๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์์ ์ ๋ง์ถ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋
๋ ์ด์ง ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์ด๋ฉฐ ํ์จ์ ์ฌ์๋ค. "์์์ด์. ํ์ง๋ง 5๋ถ๋ง ๋๋ฆด ์ ์์ด์."ย
โ์ ๋ง ๊ฐ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค! ์ง์ฌ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ์ฌํด์!โ ์ํธ๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ณต๋๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ด๋์๋ค.ย
ICU๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ์์ผ์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ซ์๋ค. ๋ค๋ฅธ ํ์๋ค์ ๊ฐ์กฑ๋ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์ฃฝ์ง ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ฒญํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ, ์ข์ ์์์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ธฐ๋ปํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ค๊ณผ ์์ฌ๋ค์ด ์๋ก ์๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ํ๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฒํ
จ๊ฐ๋ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋ ๊ฑธ ์ถฉ๋ถํ ์ดํดํ์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ์ ์น๊ตฌ๋ ๊ณ ํต๋ฐ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์ด๋ฐ ์๊ฐ์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์ ์ ์์๊น?
๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์ผ๋ง๋ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์ด ์๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ , ์์์ด ๊ทธ๊ณณ์ ์์ ์์ด ๋์ ์๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ณ , ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ๊ณ , ๋ฉ์ด ๋ค๊ณ , ์ ์ ๋ณธ ์ ๋ ์๋ ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ค์ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฑฐ์ ๊ฒฌ๋๊ธฐ ํ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ด๋ฐ ์ผ์ ๊ฒช์ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์์๋ค. ์ธ์์ ๋ ๋ค์ด ๊ฑฐ์ ์ง๋๊ฐ์ง๋ง, ๋ณ์์์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ณด๋ธ ์ ์ด ์์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ถ๋ช
ํ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฒฝํ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ด๋ฒ์ ๋ฌ๋๋ค. ์์์ ์ ๋ง๋ก ๊ณ ํต๋ฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
๊ทธ ์ด์ํ ๋นํ์. ์ต์ํ๋ฉด์๋ ์ ์ฃผ์ ๊ฐ์ ์๋ฆฌ. ์ํธ๋ ์์์ ๊ฐ์ด์ด ์ธ๊ณตํธํก๊ธฐ์ ๋์์ ๋ฐ์ ์ค๋ฅด๋ด๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํผ๋ถ๋ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ๋ค. ์ ๋ง ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธํต ์ฃผ์์๋ ๋ถ๋๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ ์์๊ณ , ๋คํํ ํ ๊ตฐ๋ฐ๋ง ๋นจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ๋ฌผ๋ค์ด ์์๋ค.
ํ๋ฏผ์ ์นจ๋์ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ ค๋ ์ฒซ ๋ฒ์งธ ์ฌ๋์ด์๋ค. ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฌ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ ๋์์๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ, ๊ทธ๋ค์๊ฒ ๋จ์ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ช ๋ถ ์ ๋๋ค๊ณ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ์ฌ๊ณผํ๋ค.
์ํธ๋ ์์์ ์นจ๋ ๋ฐ์น์ ์์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ์ ๋ค๋ก ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์๋ผ๋ ์์ฒญ์๋ ๋ถ๊ตฌํ๊ณ ์์ง์ด์ง ๋ชปํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์จ์ ์ด ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌด์์ ํ ์ ์์์๊น์? ์์์ ํญ์ ๋๋์๊ณ , ํ๋ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ด๊ฒจ๋ผ ๊ณํ์ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. '์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฑธ๊น์?'
โ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์์ด์ผ ํ๋๋ฐ. ์ ๋ง ๋ฏธ์ํด.โ ์ํธ๋ ๊ฒจ์ฐ ๋ง์ ๊บผ๋ผ ์ ์์๋ค.
โ์ผ, ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ผ ๋๋ค๊ณ ํ์ด.โ ํํ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ํธ์ ํผ๋์ค๋ฌ์ด ์๊ฐ์ ๋์๋ค. โ๋ฏธ์ํด.โ
โ๋ค ์๋ชป ์๋์ผ, ์ํธ. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋๊ตฌ์ ์๋ชป๋ ์๋์ผ. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋ ํ ์ ์๋ ๋งํผ ํ์ด. ํนํ ๋๋.โย
ํ๋ฏผ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ฌ๊ณผํ ํ ํํ ๋ค๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ค.
ํ๋ฏผ์ ๊ทธ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ง์งํ๊ฒ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. โ๊ทธ๋ ์์ง ๋๋์ง ์์์ด.โ
์ํธ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ ๋ถ์ด ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค ๋
์๋ค์ ์์ ๋ค์ด ํ ์ผ์ ๋ํ ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๋ฌ์ผ ํ๊ณ , ์์์ ์์๋น ๋ ๋ง์ฐฌ๊ฐ์ง์
๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ์ ๋ชฉ์จ์ด ์ํ๋กญ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์คํ์์ค ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋๊ฐ๋ฉด์, ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋์ด๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์ํด ํ์ํ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์งํ๋ค. ์ด๋ค ๋๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์น๋ฅด๋๋ผ๋.
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์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ์ด์ฃผ์
์ ๊ฐ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค. ์ด์ํ ์ ์ด ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋๋ฉด ๋๊ธ๋ก ์๋ ค์ฃผ์ธ์. ์ ๋ ํ๊ตญ์ด์ ์์ ํ ๋ฅํตํ์ง ์์์ ๊ฐ๋ ์ค์๋ฅผ ๋์น๊ธฐ๋ ํฉ๋๋ค.
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Step Problems -
Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
Whumpee: (์ฐ์์) Yeon Si Eun played by (๋ฐ์งํ) Park Ji Hoon
Synopsis: Ever since Si Eun changed schools after the whole him and Suho nearly dying situation, he was forced to move in with his mom and her boyfriendโฆ which wasโฆ a whole thing.
Notes: This fic is set after season 1 of the drama, utilizing the characters of the webtoon. Yes, Suho is alive in this bc Iโm in denial. Sue me. (I will also refer to โThe Unionโ as โThe Allianceโ since thatโs closer to the Korean translation) As always, there are some words in here that I didnโt translate, but Romanized instead) - For those who have read or are reading the webtoon in English, please reference the notes at the bottom for who is who.
Maturity Rating: Both the drama and this fic are rated R and/or MA for violence and coarse language.
Words: 2733
Chapter: 2/?
Korean Version (ํ๊ตญ์ด ๋ฒ์ ): ๋งํฌ
AO3 Link: emrys_lmalw
It had been two days of the guys getting the door slammed in their faces when they went to ask about Si Eun. Suho and Humin were getting increasingly worried and honestly annoyed.
โHis stepdad says heโs okay, guys. Maybe we should give him some space.โ Gayool tried his best to comfort his friends, but Humin and Suhoโs balled fists showed his efforts were fruitless.
โWhy hasnโt his mom answered the door? She normally answers the door when sheโs home,โ Suho faced Humin, squinting his eyes.
โExactly. Is she on a business trip? Is that why sheโs not home?โ Humin paced up and down the stairs of Si Eunโs apartment building entrance. He stopped, turning to look at the rest of the group, โI have a plan. We take turns waiting to see if his asshole of a stepdad leaves. When he does, we run into Si Eunโs apartment to make sure heโs okay. If he is, heโll be mad, but heโll forgive us. If heโs notโฆ we deal with that problem when we get to it. What do you think?โ Humin held his arms out on either side of his body, physically inviting ideas and opinions.
โI say we do it. This guy makes me fucking nervous. I think Si Eun is in danger. If he ran into The Alliance, heโs probably injured, too.โ Suho motioned for the group to follow him to his usual hiding spot. โWe can hide here in the bottom of the playground. You can still see the front door from here.โ
โHey, why do you know where to hide, though? Weโre all friends, so why hide in front of his apartment?โ Hyuntak crouched down in between Gayool and Suho, Humin on the other side of Suho.
โSometimes his mom gets in a bad mood and I have to sit out here, in the freezing cold, mind you, just to see him or get stuff to or from him. It sucks dude. Especially in December!โ Suho shivered as it was, in fact, the middle of December as they spoke.
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Si Eun lay still, the cold floor burning his skin. He was barely able to open his eyes as the fatigue threatened to pull him back to sleep. He could see himself in his floor-length mirror, taking note that Seung Ri had pulled his shirt, pants, and socks off. โMaybe I did? I canโt remember anything. Fuck, itโs cold.โ
It wasnโt until he opened his eyes a bit more that he saw the small pool of red under his body. โAm I really still bleeding? I donโt wanna deal with this right now.โ A coughing fit ripped through his throat, shaking his entire body, unleashing a whole new level of pain he hadnโt experienced in however long he had been asleep. His body was intently focused on keeping him alive at that point. A tear slowly fell down his cheek, across the bridge of his nose, falling to the floor. He could almost hear it. It wasnโt like his heart was beating loud enough to make a registerable sound, nor was his breathing strong enough to be audible.
What had he done in this or any previous life to deserve all of it? His parents emotionally and physically abandoning him, the bullying, the stress, the beatings, the shitty stepdad. All of it. What had he done to deserve it? He begged any being who could listen to tell him because it was too much. He tried to stay awake, but the possibility that he would pass away if he fell asleep was tempting. Very tempting.
The only thing keeping him awake was the banging on his door and the muffled yelling on the other side. Had he locked the door on Seung Ri and undressed himself? No way. Maybe. He was happy to be alone in his final moments, but heโd truly wished his friends were there.
He slowly allowed himself to drift off before his door came off its hinges, revealing his visibly desperate and worried friends. Their questions and screams flooded his ears.
โHey, Yeon Si Eun! Where the fuck have you been?!โ
โWhy are you bleeding?!โ
โWhy are you naked?!โ
โDid The Alliance do this to you?!โ
โDid your stepdad do this to you?! I swear Iโll beat his ass.โ
He felt himself slowly lifted off the ground and a towel moving down his back. They must have been cleaning him up. A sense of peace slowly flooded his body, making him comfortable enough to fall asleep. Or so he thought.
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โHeโs passing out, guys, donโt let him do that, he needs to stay awake!โ Suho pushed on Si Eunโs head before it could fully fall back. โCome on, Si Eun, stay with us.โ
Humin knelt next to Suho, catching Si Eunโs head as it rolled forward, gently cupping his hands around his cheeks. โCome on, you canโt fall asleep.โ He looked into his barely-conscious friendโs eyes, โThatโs it! Look at me!โ
It killed Suho to see Si Eun so broken, again. Heโd taught him to fight as much as he could and know when to let a situation go and run. What now? Now his friend, whom he tried to protect, is lying in his own blood, trying to survive on his own while his step-dad goes out to drink with his friends and his mom is somewhere out there without a thought to how her son is doing. How does it make sense?!
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The world felt like it was spinning, the pain suffocating, pinning him down from every limb, up into his chest. Si Eunโs eyes fluttered, but he couldnโt get them to focus. His body almost felt heavy. Too heavy. His senses were all set off like alarms. Everything was too bright, too loud, smelled too strong and whatever was in his mouth tasted like shit.
His breaths were shallow and brought him nothing but burning pain in his lungs.
โYeon Si Eun, donโt you fucking dare close your eyes!โ Suhoโs voice cut through the alarms. He felt the desperation and panic Suho was feeling with every word he spoke. He had to hold on, if not for himself, for his friends. He felt Suhoโs hand on his arm, his grip tight, forcing him to stay awake. But it was getting harder and harder. He wasnโt sure how long he could hold on.
โStay awakeโฆโ
Si Eun tried to follow those words, to mentally pull himself back up, but the sirenโs call of unconsciousness was strong. โIโm so tired, though.โ His body trembled, fighting the pull of a potential eternal rest. He hated the idea that his friends would see his body shaking like that. He was used to looking weak in front of Suho, but the rest of his friends had only ever seen him as a strong and willful fighter. He didnโt care about some sort of image, but it was hard to potentially have their own confidence shattered by seeing him like that.
Huminโs voice pulled him from his thoughts, voice softer but just as panicked, โHey, Si Eun, look at me?โ
โNot gonna happen, but say what you wanna say.โ
โFuck, okay. You have to stay alive. You canโt die!โ Humin attempted to stand, reaching towards Si Eun. He felt a presence behind him, a huff of air moving past his face. โSorry, sir.โ That loud sound must be the sirens of an ambulance. Damn, did Humin piss off the paramedic? The slight humor of the situation somehow helped. He wouldโve laughed if he werenโt on the brink of death.ย
Even then, his thoughts faded, slipping out of his mind like sand through his fingers. The world around him became blurrier, sounds muffling more with every passing second. The ringing was new, though. His surroundings felt distant, the voices there, but they didnโt feel real.
โWhy does this hurt so much?โ
His eyelids fluttered again.
โThatโs it! Come on, Si Eun!โ Suho called out. He could hear the sirens, the rush of the ambulance in the wind, the frantic voices calling to him. He wanted to somehow grab the voices to hopefully tether himself to the real world like an anchor.
He wanted to cry out. To ask for help, to demand that he not be there, fading away in an ambulance, covered in his own blood, scaring his friends.
A sharp jolt jerked him out of his fading thoughts, and he felt a momentary burst of pain shoot through him as the ambulance turned, his body slamming against the hard surface to his right. โThe voices were realโ. Suho was still there, his grip on Si Eunโs head never wavering. The apology of the ambulance driver bounced around the inside of his head.
โStay with me, Si Eun. Donโt give up, okay? You canโt give up,โ Suhoโs voice came again, raw with emotion. He sounded like he was on the verge of crying, but still, he kept talking, kept reaching out to ensure his friend would stay awake until they got to the hospital.
For a split second, Si Eun rememberedโ he wasnโt fighting alone. Suho was fighting for him too.
He wanted to stay awake, but the pain was too much, and at a certain point, it was no longer his choice. His head grew heavier, his body slowly melting into the gurney under his body. He couldnโt keep fighting. He wanted to, so bad. Heโd never thought about it before, but, before everything went black, one last thing came to him, a whisper in his mind:
โIโm not ready to die yet.โ
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The hospital offered nothing but an overstimulating atmosphere for the friend group with buzzing lights that blinded them to the best of their ability, awful smells, screaming children in the ED waiting room, and alarms blaring. How did the staff deal with this every day? Time felt like it was moving in slow motion, every second feeling like a year. Suhoโs heart beat all the way into his ears to a point where he could physically feel it. He hated it.
โI canโt keep taking him to the hospital. Iโm so sick of people doing this to him.โ Suho, spaced out, exhaled as hard as he could. โHis mom needs to know about this. She needs to break up with that asshole.โ
The whole group stood behind him, arms crossed tightly, faces pale. Suho and Humin had been holding it together, for the most part, but now? Now the weight of everything fell on them. Neither spoke. The silence amongst the group was oddly loud.
Si Eun was in there fighting for his life.
They could hear the muffled noises of the doctors and nurses working quickly and efficiently. They couldnโt tell if Si Eun was still conscious, but the urgency in the teamโs voices told them all they needed to know, whether they wanted to know it or not.
โYou guys think heโs gonna be okay?โ Gayoolโs voice cracked. Suho turned to face him, seeing his friend staring at the floor. He could feel the tension radiating from his friend.
Suho placed an arm around Gayoolโs shoulder, โOf course he will. Itโs Si Eun, heโll be out of here in no time.โ He tightened his grip on his friendโs shoulder. โHe has to make it. I canโt go through life without him.โ
Despite the comforting words he offered to Gayool, he wasnโt entirely sure he was being truthful. The memory of Si Eunโs pale, bloody, and bruised faceโ his blood-stained clothesโ those memories played in his mind on repeat. The trauma wrapped around his throat, choking him. How come the kid who wanted to be left alone and study is the one in there on the verge of death? He never started fights. He never wanted to fight. He just wanted to study.
Time continued to pass as slowly as it could. They couldnโt be sure how much time had passed. A few minutes? More? Were they in their sixties now?
Suho wanted to burst through the doors. He wanted to scream, tell them to save his friend, but he knew they were doing their best and he wouldnโt be helping. All he could do was wait. Wait and hope that the staff in that room, the ones trained to handle his exact situation, would get Si Eun out of this horrible situation.
The doors swung open suddenly, revealing a nurse covered in blood.
Suho couldnโt breathe. โFuck. Thatโs Si Eunโs blood.โ
Her face was blank. Scary. She moved quickly and efficiently, seeming to not register that the group was there.
Once she seemed to notice their presence she hesitated, slightly, taking in the sight of the distraught group.
โIs he-โ Humin stepped forward. โIs Si Eun-โ
The nurse nodded, but her expression wasnโt positive. โHeโs stable. We stopped the bleeding, but weโre still concerned. We had to sedate him, and weโre moving him to the ICU for now.โ
The boys all took in their first breath in a long time. All but Suho. He wasnโt relieved. Not yet. โCan we see him?โ His voice shook but he kept it stern.
She hesitated again, glancing back before looking at them. โItโs not something we would really like to do. We had to sedate him and-โ
โWeโll be careful and respectful,โ Suho interrupted. His voice was firmer, hopefully making his desperation clear. โPlease, just let me- sorry-, us, see him.โ
The nurse met his gaze. She sighed, nodding slightly. โFine. But I can only give you five minutes.โ
โThank you so much! I mean it, thank you!โ Suho led the group to follow the nurse down the hallway. The ICU was in his sight.
He hated those sounds. He could hear the families of other patients begging for them not to die, some celebrating as they received good news. He watched as the nurses and doctors laughed with each other. He hated the sound of their laughter. He fully understood it was probably the only way they got through their day, but his friend was suffering; how could they laugh at a time like this?
Despite how prepared they thought they were, entering the room to see Si Eun lying there unconscious, pale, bruised and hooked up to machines theyโd never even seen before was almost too much. Theyโd been through this before. Their fighting days were hardly behind them so theyโd gotten their hours in at the hospital, for sure, but this time was different. Si Eun was truly suffering.
That stupid beeping sound. Familiar, yet a blight. Suho watched as Si Eunโs chest rose and fell with the help of the ventilator. His skin was pale. So pale. There were bandages wrapped all around his torso, thankfully only stained red in the one spot.
Humin was the first to fully attempt to approach the bed. The nurse called him back, informing them they only had a couple minutes left with a gentle apology.
Suho stood at the foot of Si Eunโs bed, unable to move despite the nurseโs pleas for him to back up, some. He could barely breathe. What could he do? Si Eun had always been the brains, the one who had the plan to get the group through the tough times. โWhat happened that he would end up like this?โ
โI shouldโve been there. Iโm so sorry.โ Suho could barely speak.
โHey, nurse says we gotta go.โ Hyuntakโs voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. โIโm sorry.โ
โItโs not your fault, Suho. Itโs none of our faults. We all did what we could. Especially you.โ Humin came up behind Hyuntak after giving a quick apologetic bow to the nurse.
Humin turned to him, his face serious. โHeโs not done yet.โ
A fire burned in Suhoโs chest. Those Alliance assholes need to pay for what they did and so does Si Eunโs stepdad.
As he followed his friends out of the ICU, knowing that his friendโs life was hanging by a thread, he vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to bring him back. No matter the cost.
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Big Ben - Park Humin
Alex Go - Go Hyuntak
Gerard Jin - Jin Gayool
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Whump List Library Note---
Just a quick heads up, Tumblr is giving me issues with the Whump List Library. It's not allowing me to edit any of the 3 but I'm working on getting them fixed and updated.
Thanks for your patience!
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ๅฏไธๅฏไปฅ๏ผไฝ ไนๅๅฅฝๅๆญกๆ - Do You Love Me As I Love You (2020) - Whump List - ๐น๐ผ
Whumpee: Li Zhu Hao played by Tsao Yu Ning
Synopsis: Tian Xiao Xiang is a girl who loves tarot fortune telling, but deep down, she has another love, which is her childhood friend Li Zhu Hao. When she was about to confess, Li Zhu Hao first confessed to the campus belle, who happened to be Xiao Xiang's friend Song Yi Jing. Xiao Xiang pushes aside her feelings and agrees to help Zhu Hao chase Yi Jing. Will her first love end like this? (MDL)
Genre/Tags: Romance, School
Watch On: DramaCool, KissAsian
Note: Honestly, I don't remember making this one. I was looking through my lists and realized it was finished and decided to upload it. As I'm formatting this, I'm starting to remember it but not a lot. Also, everybody, welcome Taiwan to our Whump List Library!!!
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW
11:05 - fought, chased
13:04 - bruised lip
13:46 - protecting someone
38:04 - ambushed, manhandled, restrained, gagged, kidnapped, thrown into the back of a van, struggling
38:15 - hostage, restrained (manhandled), self-sacrificing, forced to drink alcohol, drinking to protect someone, hair grabbed, very drunk, (semi comical: throwing up)
1:19:13 - fought
1:21:12 - rolled into surgery, asleep, oxygen mask, concern for him
1:24:35 - asleep in the hospital, oxygen mask
1:26:11 - asleep in the hospital, oxygen mask
1:27:09 - asleep in the hospital, oxygen mask, (flashbacks: stabbed, helping someone to walk, slowly lowering to the ground, collapsed, concern for him, shaking, shaky breathing, bleeding, slowly losing consciousness, eyes rolling back into his head, passed out)
1:28:11 - woke up, quickly sitting up, in pain, holding his wound, looked after, told heโd been in the hospital for a week
1:31:16 - (flashbacks: concern for him, shaking, shaky breathing, bleeding ::: woke up, quickly sitting up, in pain)
1:36:42 - (flashbacks: unconscious, concern for him, bleeding out)
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Hello! I'm so glad to see that you're back <3 I was hoping you could help me with something - I'm looking for a new drama to watch but I just can't make it through an episode of anything. I only can afford Viki at the moment, so if you have any favorite dramas from there I would love to hear about them! I'm craving something fast paced with a really engaging storyline, and I tend to get bored quickly with anything political or focused on the law unless it has a LOT of other elements to balance it out. A good amount of whump would be nice but definitely is not a dealbreaker if there is little or no whump. <3 thank you!!
First off: I am SO sorry it took so long to get to you. Yes, this is a recurring theme for me. I'm trying to get better about it.
Secondly: I was almost finished with my reply to you before I accidentally closed out of the tab. "But Emrys, doesn't the computer normally ask if you're sure you want to close out because any changes may not be saved? You still pressed yes?" you ask. YES I KNOW I'M TIRED AND IT'S LATE AND I'M TIRED OKAY!
In all seriousness, though, my apologies for taking so long. I'll be giving you a link to the whump lists I've made, MDL for any further research you may want to do and a rating with a brief description/vibe. - Please note that these are on Viki as of 3.24.25 and may be taken off at any time without my knowledge.
Under the cut obv
๐ฐ๐ทHealer >>> {x}
10/10 don't even play with me. Romance, vigilantism, drama, betrayal, action, Ji Chang Wook, I MEAN COME ON! This is one of my top 3 favorite dramas ever. I cannot recommend it more. (MDL)
๐ฐ๐ทFlower of Evil >>> {x}
A 9.999999999999/10 for me. His wife (in the above GIF) pissed me off. Long story, you'll get it if you watch the drama. Top 5 kdramas easyyy. My man is on the run but also not, scared, traumatized, a little crazy, a father, etc. This one is so good and is packed with emotional, mental and physical whump. Top-shelf shit. (As someone who has studied psychology for 14 years, I will say I personally do not agree that he has Antisocial Personality Disorder as they say he does in the drama, however, I will say it's possible that if we use the spectrum way of thinking, he would be on it but not as far over as they make him out to be.) (MDL)
๐ฐ๐ทBeyond Evil >>> {x}
Honestly this one was a 5/10 for me. I was bored out of my fkn mind watching this but everyone loves it so I'm recommending it purely due to its popularity on the statistical chance you may enjoy it. I can acknowledge it was well written and the acting was fantastic but for some reason I just couldn't enjoy this one. This is basically a BL if you ask the cast and writers. They never straight up say it in the drama but let's be honest. (MDL)
๐ฐ๐ทColor Rush >>> {x}
Honestly, this may just be me but this one is a good 7/10. Like it's not amazing but it's not bad. Hyunjun's character(in the GIF) is a little toxic but not to a point where I hate him. This one is a BL and kinda fantasy but not really? It's cute and it's short so not a lot of time to invest and the story moves faster due to its shorter length. (MDL) - also yes there is a season 2 but it fkn sucks don't watch it. Or do you have free will.
๐ฐ๐ทThe K2 >>> {x}
Another 10/10. Constant whump, action, trauma (accurate depiction of PTSD) Literally no notes this one is amazing. It does slow down sometimes but it does a good job of keeping pace. (MDL)
๐ฐ๐ทJoseon Attorney: A Morality >>> {x}
8.5/10. Woo Do Hwan is in it. Perioddddd. Law but during the Joseon period. Literally so good. Comedic but with some whump and darkness to balance it out. Definitely some issues on her part but otherwise good. And again WDH is in it soooooooo (MDL)
๐จ๐ณThe Untamed >> {x}
9/10 LOVE THIS ONE!!! Chinese BL so it's crazy censored but it's great. The two are a black cat (white/blue clothes) and his dumbass tiger (black clothes). The drama is 50 episodes long which depending on your preferences may be too long or not at all. Fortunately, the drama cuts out a lot of the toxicity that can be found in the books. I will say it has the best depiction of PTSD that I have seen in Asian media (intentionally or not). The only reason it's not 10/10 is because people treated my angel with the black clothes a little too shitty but I do understand it's pretty realistic and he did kinda crash out a lot and like hard... but they also blamed him for shit that wasn't his fault and convinced him it was his fkn fault but yeah. (MDL)
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Hope you enjoy bby! <3
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Blogs who block people who "spam" like/reblog them or those who just like things completely confuse me. Why would block a person who clearly is having a great time on your blog and enjoying your posts??? That's fucking crazy! "Spam" liking/reblogging is a GIFT and those who do it are having fun on your blog which is the whole point of this fucking website! And you can never know if the likes are going into a blogs queue to be posted later or if they're reblogging to a side blog. You can never know for sure. So why on earth would you block someone for that?! Do you know how hard it is to get engagement nowadays!? Why would you block the people giving you engagement!?! It's fucking crazy!
I love when people like posts even if they don't reblog (of course reblog are always better but likes are so nice too!)
I LOVE when people spam my blog!! I encourage it!! Please go deep into a tag and reblog every post if you want to!! I love that shit!! Hell reblog every post on my whole blog if you want! That's why I create and tag so much!!
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Hi! First of all, I absolutely love your blog. I recently started watching Kdramas and I love the whump so much. So, before watching any show, I visit your blog and read the whump list and that has helped me decide on shows so much. So, thank you.
Can you recommend me shows where the whumpee is seriously hurt but the bad guys are looking for him so he has to hide while hurt, either with someone else or alone. The whole time, he is stumbling and bleeding and barely conscious and his partner is pulling him along. Preferably, ones on Netflix or Amazon Prime.
Thank you so much in advance.
Hello! Thank you so much, ily2!
I can absolutely do that for you! Welcome to the kdrama and kdrama whump community! Been here 13 years, now!
I am also SOOOOOO sorry it took me so long to get to you. While I have very valid excuses I will skip them and simply apologize.
Sorry Iโm rambling lol hereโs the recs:
Netflix - as of 3.24.25
Korean
Sweet Home >>> {x}
Memories of the Alhambra >>> {x}
The Arthdal Chronicles >>> {x}
Beyond Evil >>> {x}
Bulgasal: Immortal Souls >>> {x}
D.P. Season 2 >>> {x}
Sweet Home Season 2 >>> {x}
Chinese
The Untamed >> {x}
Thai
Bad Guys >>> {x}
Amazon Prime - as of 3.24.25
Japanese
Final Life >>> {x}
ENJOY!!! <3
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์์๋น ๋ฌธ์ (Step Dad Problems)
Korean Version - Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
Whumpee: ์ฐ์์ ์ญ ๋ฐ์งํ
์์ฝ: ์์์ด์ ์ํธ๊ฐ ์ฃฝ์ ๋ปํ ๋ฌธ์ ์ดํ ํ๊ต๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊พผ ์ดํ๋ก, ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ง์ ๋จ์์น๊ตฌ์ ํจ๊ป ์ด๊ฒ ๋์์ต๋๋ค... ์ํฉ์ด์์ฃ .
๋ฉ๋ชจ๋ค: ์ด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ ์นํฐ์ ์บ๋ฆญํฐ๋ฅผ ํ์ฉํ ๋๋ผ๋ง ์์ฆ 1 ์ดํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์ผ๋ก ํฉ๋๋ค. ๋ค, ์ํธ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ๋ถ์ธํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ด์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ณ ์ํด ์ฃผ์ธ์. *์ ๋ ์ด๊ฒ์ ์์ด์์ ๋ฒ์ญํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ค์ด๋ฒ ํํ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ง๋ค๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์ฌ์ค ๋๋ฌธ์
๋๋ค.*
์ฑ์๋ ๋ฑ๊ธ: ๋๋ผ๋ง์ ์ด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ ๋ชจ๋ ํญ๋ ฅ์ฑ๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ธ์ด๋ก ์ธํด R ๋ฐ/๋๋ MA ๋ฑ๊ธ์ ๋ฐ์์ต๋๋ค.
๋จ์ด: 1804
์ฑํฐ: 1/?
์์ด ๋ฒ์ (English Version): ENG VER link
AO3 ๋งํฌ: emrys_lmalw
์์์ "์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ์ ์ ํ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ง๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์์ด"๋ผ๋ฉฐ ํํํดํ๋ค. ์ ์ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ๊ต์ ์ํฉ์ ๋ค๋ฃจ๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋งํผ ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ๋ง๋๊ณ ์ถ์๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์์๋น ๊ฐ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์๋ ์๋ง์ ๋จ์์น๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ง์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ถ์ด ํ๋ค.
'๋ง์ฝ ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ๋๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ธ๋ค๋ฉด, ๋๋ ๋ค์๋ ์ผ์น๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณผ ํ์๊ฐ ์์์ง๋ ๋ชฐ๋ผ. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ์๋ง๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ฉ์ฒญํ ๋จ์์น๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์ ์์ง?'
"๋ฌด์์ ์ด?" ์กํ์ด ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ๋ค์ด ์๋ก ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์ ์๊ฐ์ ๊นจ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ ์ ๋ ์ง์ฆ์ด ๋ ์์์ ํฅํด ์ฒ์ฒํ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ์๋ง๋ 0613 24์๊ฐ ํธ์์ ์ ์นด๋ฉ๋ผ ์์ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์์ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
"๋น์ผ," ์์์ด๋ ๋ค๋ฆฌ ์๋๋ก ๋ ๋์๊ฐ ์๋๋ ๋ ๋ฆฐ์ด ๋จ์ด์ง์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ฉด์๋ ๋ชธ์ ํต๊ณผํ ์ ์๋๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค.
์์์ ๋ถ๋๋ฐฐ๋ค์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์ค์ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ํ์ ์ก์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ํฅํด ๋์์์ ์ต์ํ๊ณ ์ง์น ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ท๋ฅผ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ตฐ์ธ๋ค์๊ฒ ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. ๋ ๋ฒ์งธ ์์์ ๋ฐฐ์งํ์ ํฅํด ๋์ ๋ด๊ณ , ๋ฐฐ์งํ์ ๊ทธ๋ค๋ฅผ ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๋๋งน ๊ณ ์์ธต์๊ฒ ๋ฐฐ์ด ๊ฒ์ด ์๋ค๋ฉด ๋จผ์ ๊ทธ๋ค๋ฅผ ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ , ๋์ค์ ์ง๋ฌธํด ๋ณด์ธ์.
์ํ๊น๊ฒ๋ ์์์ ์ฒ์์๋ ๋ ๋นจ๋์ง๋ง ์งํ์ด์ ๊ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๊ด๊ธฐ๋ ์๋์์ต๋๋ค. ์ต์ ์ ๋คํ์์๋ ๋ถ๊ตฌํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ์ด ์ฌ๋์ ์ด๊ธธ ์ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ฒ๋ค๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ์ด ๊ณ์ ์ธ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๋จผ์ ์ํธ์ ๋ฒจ์๋ฆฌ์๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋ค์์ ํ๋ฏผ, ๊ทธ ๋ค์์ ํํ์ด์์ต๋๋ค. ๋ชจ๋๋ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์ธ์ ์ค์ด์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ธ์ง ์ ํ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ฑ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
์ด ์์ ์์ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ฐ์ ํ ์ ์๋์?
์๊ฐ์ด ์ง๋จ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์์์ ์ ์ ๋ ๋ง์ ํ์น๋ฅผ ๋ง๊ณ ํ์น๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ฐ์๋ฅผ ์ ํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค. ์ถค์ฒ๋ผ ๋ณํ์ต๋๋ค. ์์์ด๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ์ถค์ด์์ฃ . ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ด๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์์ด์.
์งํ์ด๊ฐ ๋ํฐ ํ๋ ์ด๋ฅผ ํ๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ ๋๊น์ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฃ๋ค์๊ฒ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์ด "์์ ๋ง์ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์์ ๋ชจ๋ ๋๋ฆด ์ ์๋ค"๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์์ ์ ์ ๋ฐ ํฌ๊ธฐ์ธ ์๋๊ฐ ํผ์์ ์์ ์ ๋๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ์ธ์ ํ์ง ์๋ ์์กด์ฌ์ ๊ตฌํ์ต๋๋ค. ์๋ฌธ๋ "ํ์ดํธ ๋ง๋ฐ" ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ช
์ฑ์ด ์งํํ์ ๋น ์ง ์ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
์ด์ ์์์ด ๊ณต๊ฒฉ ๋ชจ๋์์ ์๋น ๋ชจ๋๋ก ์ ํํ์ต๋๋ค. ์ด ์ธ์์์ ์น๋ฆฌํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ํ ์ ์๋ ์ผ์ ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ์น๋ฅผ ๋ ๋ง๊ณ ๋ ๋ง์ด ๋ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค. ์ผ๊ตด ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก, ๋ฐฐ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ค์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋์ด๊ฐ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ด๋ด ์ ์์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง ์ ์ ๋ฐ์ ํ๋๋ ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ๊ฒฉ ์ฌ์ด์ ํ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฃผ๋ณ์ ์
์
์ด ๋ค์ก๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ณณ์์ ๋๋ง์น ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ํ์ถํด์ ์ ์ด๋ ํด๋ํฐ์ผ๋ก ์น๊ตฌ๋ค์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์์๋ค๋ฉด ์ข์์ ํ
๋ฐ์.
'์ ์ฅ, ์ง๊ธ ์ ๋ง ๋น๊ฐ ์ค๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ? ๋ฌด์จ ํ์ด๋ฐ์ด์ผ-'
๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์ผ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฒจ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฌ์ฅ ๋ฐ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ณ ๋ง์ ๋ถ๋ชํ๊ณ ๋น๊ฐ ํผ๋ถ์ ์ธ๊ทผ ํธ์์ ์ฐ์ฐ์ ๋๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฑ ์ ์ ๋ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ ํ๋ค์ด์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ง์ณ์ผ ํ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋์์ ๋ฐ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์์ผ ํ์ต๋๋ค. ํด๋ํฐ์ ์ก์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ํฐ ์ฟต ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ก์ต๋๋ค.
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"๊ทธ๋ ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ์์ด์. ๋งค๋ณต ๊ณต๊ฒฉ์ ๋นํ์ด์. ์ ์ ์์ด์." ์ํธ๊ฐ ์ด๋นจ์ ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์์ด ์ํํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ง์์์ผ๋ก ์๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํญ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ํญ์ ์ ํํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์ง์ฆ๋ฌ์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ๋ ํญ์ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์๋ค. ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ์๊ณ ์์๋ค.
"์์งํ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฒช์ ๋ชจ๋ ์ผ, ํนํ ์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค ์ฌ๋๋ค๊ณผ๋ ์๊ฒฌ์ด ๋ค๋ฅด๋ค๊ณ ๋งํ๊ณ ์ถ์ด์. K-Maps์์ ๊ทธ์ ์์น๋ฅผ ํ์ธํด ๋ณด์ธ์?" ํด๋ฏผ๋ ํด๋ํฐ์ ์์์ ์์น๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋ฐ์ดํธ ์ฅ์์ ํ์๋์ด ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋์ต๋๋ค.
์จ๋ฐ.
"ํ๊ฐ๋๊ต์ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค์. ์ง๋ 30๋ถ ๋์ '๊ฐ๋ ์ค'์ด์์ด์. ๊ทธ๋ฅ ํ๊ฐ๋๊ต์ ๋์ฐฉํ์ด์ผ ํ ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์์ด์." ํํ์ด ๋งํ๋ค. ์ผํ์ ์ง์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฐ์ณ๋๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ง์ ์ธ ํ์ ์ ์ง์๋ค. ์์์ด๊ฐ ์ํ์ ์ฒํ์ง ์์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ์ง๋ง ์ด์ฏค ๋๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ฐ์ ํด์ผ ํฉ๋๋ค.
ํ์น ํ ๋ฒ, ํฅ ํ ๋ฒ, ํฅ ํ ๋ฒ, ์์์๊ฒ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ํ๋ ค์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค. ์์์์ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ฒํฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฒ์ด์๊ณ ์ ์ ๋ ๋ถ๋ช
ํด์ง๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์จ์ ํ๋ก์ด๋ฉฐ ๋งค ์๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋ฌด๋์ง๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํฌ๋ฏธํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๊ณ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ํฉ์ด์ง๋ฉด์ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์ธ์์ต๋๋ค.
"์์งํ ๋งํด์ ์ค๋ง์ด์ผ, ํ์ดํธ ๋ง๋ฐ." ๋ฐฐ์งํ์ ์์์ด์ ๊ตฌํ๋นํ๊ณ ํผํฌ์ฑ์ด๊ฐ ๋ ๋ชธ ์์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. "๋ด๊ฐ ํญ์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฃ๋ ์ ์ค์ ์ธ ํ์ดํฐ๋ ์ด๋ ์์ง?"
๋ถ๋ฌ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ด ์จ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฉฐ ์์์ด๋ "์ํฐ๋ฆฌ์ผ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ง์ ํ๋ฉด์ ์ ์ํ์ง๋ง, ๋ง์ง๋ง ํ๋ง๋๋ง ํ ์ ์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํต์ ๊ทธ๋งํ ๊ฐ์น๊ฐ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
"๋๋ ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์ด, ๊ผฌ๋ง์ผ. ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ธํด, ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ค๊ฒ. ๋ ๋ฌด์ ์ด ์๋์ผ. ๋ด๊ฐ ์ฆ๋ช
ํด์ค๊ฒ." ์งํ์ ์์์ ์๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ท๋ฅผ ๋ง์ฃผ์น ์ ์์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ "๋๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ข์ผ๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ด์ค๊ฒ."๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์์ด๊ฐ ํ๋ค์ดํ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ค๋ก ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์๋ฉ์ด์กฐ์ฐจ๋ ๊ทธ ๊ด๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ชธ์ ๋จ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํผํด์๋ค์ด ๊ณ ํต๋ฐ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฆ๊ฒผ์ผ๋ฉฐ, ๋ ์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค์ ๋ฐ์ ์ด๋ ๋๋ฒ์ด๋ง์ ์ํ ๊ฒ์ด ์๋์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ถ๋ช
ํ๋ค.
์์์์ ์ด๋นจ์ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฝํฌ๋ฆฌํธ ์์ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค๋๊ณ ์๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฐธ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ณ ํต์ด ๋ชธํต์ ๊ดํตํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋
์ ๋ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ ์ธ๊ณ๊ฐ ์์ฉ๋์ด์น๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ์์ผ๊ฐ ํ๋ ค์ก๋ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์์์ ์์ฉ๋์ด์น๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ฝํฌ๋ฆฌํธ ์๋ก ๋จ์ด์ง๋ฉด์ ๋ชธ์ด ์ถ ์ฒ์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ง์ ํ ์ง์ฅ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๋ง์น ์ฉ์์ด ๊ทธ์ ์ ๋งฅ์ ํตํด ํ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๋ฑ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ, ํ์์ ์๋๊น์ง ํผ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ํธ๋ํต์ด ์์ํ ๋ค์ด์ ์๋ง์ด ๋ ์ผ์ดํฌ ์์ ๋ฅ์ผ๋ก ๋ฎ์ธ ์ฒด๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ์งํ์ด ๋ฑ์ ๋๊ณ ์ ์๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณผ ์ ์์๊ณ , ์์์ด๊ฐ ์์ฐํ ๋๋ง๋ค ๋ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋๋ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์
์ ์ ํ๊ป ๋๋ฌ ๋์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ํฑ์ด ์๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์๋ฅผ ๋๊น์ง ์ฃผ๋จน์ ๋ ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ํ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ด๋ ์ ๋ฌ์ฝคํ ์๋๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋ก์ก๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ ๊ฑฐ์น ๋น๋ช
์ด ์
์ ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ฃฝ์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋์ง ์๋๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ธฐ์ ํ๊ณ ์๋์ง ํ์ ํ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ด ์์ ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ํ์ ์ด๋ ์ชฝ์ด๋ ๊ธฐ๊บผ์ด ๋ฐ์๋ค์ผ ์ ์์๋ค.
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ํ์น ํ ๋ฒ, ํฅ ํ ๋ฒ, ํฅ ํ ๋ฒ, ์์์๊ฒ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ํ๋ ค์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ต๋๋ค. ์์์์ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ฒํฐ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฒ์ด์๊ณ ์ ์ ๋ ๋ถ๋ช
ํด์ง๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์จ์ ํ๋ก์ด๋ฉฐ ๋งค ์๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋ฌด๋์ง๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ผ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํฌ๋ฏธํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๊ณ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ํฉ์ด์ง๋ฉด์ ์์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์ธ์์ต๋๋ค.
"์์งํ ๋งํด์ ์ค๋ง์ด์ผ, ํ์ดํธ ๋ง๋ฐ." ๋ฐฐ์งํ์ ์์์ด์ ๊ตฌํ๋นํ๊ณ ํผํฌ์ฑ์ด๊ฐ ๋ ๋ชธ ์์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. "๋ด๊ฐ ํญ์ ์์ฃผ ๋ฃ๋ ์ ์ค์ ์ธ ํ์ดํฐ๋ ์ด๋ ์์ง?"
๋ถ๋ฌ์ง๊ณ ๊ณ ํต์ค๋ฌ์ด ์จ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฉฐ ์์์ด๋ "๊บผ์ ธ ์น์๋ผ"๋ผ๊ณ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ง์ ํ๋ฉด์ ์ ์ํ์ง๋ง, ๋ง์ง๋ง ํ๋ง๋๋ง ํ ์ ์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํต์ ๊ทธ๋งํ ๊ฐ์น๊ฐ ์์์ต๋๋ค.
"๋๋ ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์ด. ๋๋ ๊ฐ์ธํด, ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ค๊ฒ. ๋ ๋ฌด์ ์ด ์๋์ผ. ๋ด๊ฐ ์ฆ๋ช
ํด์ค๊ฒ." ์งํ์ ์์์ ์๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ท๋ฅผ ๋ง์ฃผ์น ์ ์์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ผ๋ฉฐ "๋๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ์ข์ผ๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋ด์ค๊ฒ."๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉฐ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์์ด๊ฐ ํ๋ค์ดํ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ค๋ก ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์๋ฉ์ด์กฐ์ฐจ๋ ๊ทธ ๊ด๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ชธ์ ๋จ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํผํด์๋ค์ด ๊ณ ํต๋ฐ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฆ๊ฒผ์ผ๋ฉฐ, ๋ ์ผ๋ผ์ด์ธ์ค์ ๋ฐ์ ์ด๋ ๋๋ฒ์ด๋ง์ ์ํ ๊ฒ์ด ์๋์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ถ๋ช
ํ๋ค.
์์์์ ์ด๋นจ์ ๊ฐ์์ ์ฝํฌ๋ฆฌํธ ์์ ์์ ์ฌ๋ ค๋๊ณ ์๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฐธ์ ์ ์๋ ๊ณ ํต์ด ๋ชธํต์ ๊ดํตํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋
์ ๋ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ ์ธ๊ณ๊ฐ ์์ฉ๋์ด์น๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ ์์ผ๊ฐ ํ๋ ค์ก๋ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ์ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ทธ์ ๋ง์์์์ ์์ฉ๋์ด์น๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๊ฑฐ์น ์ฝํฌ๋ฆฌํธ ์๋ก ๋จ์ด์ง๋ฉด์ ๋ชธ์ด ์ถ ์ฒ์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ ์ง์ ํ ์ง์ฅ์ ๋๊ผ๋ค. ๋ง์น ์ฉ์์ด ๊ทธ์ ์ ๋งฅ์ ํตํด ํ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๊ณ , ๋ฑ์์ ๋ค๋ฆฌ, ํ์์ ์๋๊น์ง ํผ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ํธ๋ํต์ด ์์ํ ๋ค์ด์ ์๋ง์ด ๋ ์ผ์ดํฌ ์์ ๋ฅ์ผ๋ก ๋ฎ์ธ ์ฒด๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฌผ์ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ์ ํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด ์งํ์ด ๋ฑ์ ๋๊ณ ์ ์๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณผ ์ ์์๊ณ , ์์์ด๊ฐ ์์ฐํ ๋๋ง๋ค ๋ ์ธ๊ฒ ๋๋ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์
์ ์ ํ๊ป ๋๋ฌ ๋์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ํฑ์ด ์๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์๋ฅผ ๋๊น์ง ์ฃผ๋จน์ ๋ ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด์ ํ ์ ์์๋ค. ์ด๋ ์ ๋ฌ์ฝคํ ์๋๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ฌ๋ก์ก๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ ๊ฑฐ์น ๋น๋ช
์ด ์
์ ๋ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ด ์ฃฝ์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋์ง ์๋๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ธฐ์ ํ๊ณ ์๋์ง ํ์ ํ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ด ์์ ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ํ์ ์ด๋ ์ชฝ์ด๋ ๊ธฐ๊บผ์ด ๋ฐ์๋ค์ผ ์ ์์๋ค.
"๊ฑฐ์ ๋ค ์์ด์!" ํ๋ฏผ์ ๋ฒฝํ ์์์ ์์น๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๋ฆฌํค๋ฉฐ ์จ๋ชธ์ ํ์ ๋คํด ๋ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค. ๋๋จธ์ง ๊ฐฑ๋จ์ ๊ฑธ์๋ง๋ค ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋๊ทผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์นจ๋ฌต์ ๊ณตํฌ์ ํฉ์ธ์์ต๋๋ค.
ํ์ฅ์ ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๋ฉด์ ๊ทธ๋ค์ ์์ ๋ค์ด ์ผ๋ง๋ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์ด ์์ง ์์์ง ๊นจ๋ฌ์์ต๋๋ค. ์ด์ก์ด๋ค์ ๋ ๋ฌ๊ณ , ์์ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋
์์ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ ์ฃผ์๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ์์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค ๋ชจ๋๋ ๊ทธ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์์ธ์ง ์๊ณ ์์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ฌ์ฅ์ด ๋จ์ด์ก์ต๋๋ค.
"์ฐ์์!" ์ํธ๊ฐ ์ผํ์ ๋ํํ๋ฉฐ ์ธ์ณค๋ค. "์์์, ๋-" ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฉ์ถฐ ์์ ์นจ๋ฌต ์์์ ์์ํ๋ค.
"ํ, ํ, ์ผ๋ง๋ ๋๋น ?" ํํ์ ์ํธ๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ๋ณธ ๊ด๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ํด ์ฌ๋๋ค ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํค์ณค๋ค. "์ ๊น๋ง ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?"
"์ ์ด๋ ๋์์ค ์ ์์ด?! ์ ์ฅ!" ๊ฐ์จ์ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํํ์ ๋ค๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ง์นจ๋ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฐ์๋ค์์ต๋๋ค. "๊ทธ๊ฑด ์์์ด๊ฐ ์๋์ผ."
๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ์ ์์ ์ ์๋ ์ฌ์ฑ ์ค ํ ๋ช
์ด ์์ด๊ฐ ์ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ฌด๋ฆ์ ๊ฟ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด์์ต๋๋ค. "๊ด์ฐฎ์, ์์ผ? ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ ๋ค์ ํด๋ณผ๋?"
์์ด๊ฐ ์ผ์ด๋์ ์์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ํ๋ฉด์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ํฉ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋
๊ฐ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ ๋คํ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์ค์ผ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค. ๊ฐ์จ์ ๊ตฌ๊ฒฝ๊พผ ์ค ํ ๋ช
์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ์ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๋๋๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ์ต๋๋ค, "์ด ๊ทผ์ฒ์์ ์ผ์ด ์ ๋ ํฐ ๋จ์ ๋ดค์ด์? ์ด ์ ๋ํผ์ ์
๊ณ ๊ฒ์์ ๋ฐฐ๋ญ์ ๋ฉ๊ณ ์์์ด์." ๊ทธ๋ ์์์ ํค ์ ๋์ ์์ ์ก๊ณ ์์ ์จ์ ๋์ ์ง์ค์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
"์๋์, ์ฃ์กํฉ๋๋ค." ๊ทธ ๋จ์๋ ์ง์ฆ์ด ๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
"์ข์, ์ ๊ธฐ ์๋ ๋์ ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๋์ง ๋ชฐ๋ผ. ์๋ฌด๊ฒ๋ ๋ชป ๋ดค๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค." ๊ฐ์จ์ ๊ทธ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ ์ฌ์ด๋ก ์์ ๋ป์ด ์ฌ๋ฐ์๊ฐ ์์นํ๋ฉด์ ๋์ ๊ฐ์๋ค.
"์ ๊น๋ง, ๋ค ์ ํ๋ฒจ์ด ์ธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด!" ํ๋ฏผ์ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋์์ ํด๋ํฐ์ ๊บผ๋ด ์ ์ฒด๋ถ๋ช
์ ๋ฒํธ๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ์ต๋๋ค. ์์์ด์ ์๋ง๋ ์๋น ๊ฐ ์๋๊ธธ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์ ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒฐ์ ํ์ต๋๋ค.
"์! ์ฐ์์์, ์ด ๋ณ์ ์! ์ ์ ํ ์ ๋ฐ์์ด?!" ์ํธ๊ฐ ํ๊ฐ ๋์ ์๋ฆฌ์ณค๋ค.
"์์์ด ์๋น ์์. ์ง์ ๊ณ์ธ์. ํ๊ต ๊ณผ์ ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฌ ์ค๊ธฐ๋ก ํ์ด์." ์น๊ตฌ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์๊ฒ๋ ์ต์ํ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์์ง๋ง ์ฌ์ ํ ์ด์ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค.
"์๋์, ์ ๋ ์์์ด์ ์๋น ๋ฅผ ๋ง๋ฌ๋๋ฐ, ๋น์ ์ ๊ทธ์ ์ ํ ๋ค๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ค์."
์ํธ๋ ์น๊ตฌ์ ์์์ ์ ํ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ฉฐ์ ์ก๊ณ ์์ฌ์ด ๋๋ ๋ฏธ์๋ก ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. "์ด ์ฌ๋์ด ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ธ๊ฐ์?" ๊ทธ๋ ๋๋จธ์ง ์ผํ์๊ฒ ์กฐ์ฉํ ์์ผ๋ผ๊ณ ์์งํ๋ค.
"ํ์ ? ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ ๊ฐ ์์ด. ์๋, ๋๋ ๊ทธ์ ์๋ถ์๋ฒ์ง์ผ. ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์๋น ๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์๋ํ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ๋์๊ฒ ์๋ฌผํ์ ์๋ค๊ณผ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์ผ."
"์, ์๊ฒ ์ด์. ๊ทธ์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐํ ์ ์์๊น์? ๊ฐ์ด ๋ง๋์ ์ ํํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋๋ฐ ๋ฐ์ง ์์์ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ด ๋์์ด์." ์ํธ๋ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ณ ์๋์ง ์ ํ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด์๋ค.
"๊ทธ๋ ์ํ์์ ์ ๋ค์์ง๋ง, ๋น์ ์ด ๊ฑฑ์ ํ๊ณ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๋ ค๋๋ฆด๊ฒ์. ์กฐ๊ธ ์ ์ ํ ํ๊ณ ์์ด์ ์์ ๋ฒ๋ ๊ฐ ์๊ฒจ์ ์ ํํ๋ ๊ฑธ ๊น๋นกํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋์์ง๋ฉด ์ ๊ฐ ์ ํํ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ๊ฒ์."
์ํธ๊ฐ ์ง๋ฌธ์ ๊ณ์ํ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ํตํ๊ฐ ์ค๋จ๋์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ฐ์ด์ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฐ ์ค๋ ธ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฐ ํ๋ฒ๋ ธ์ต๋๋ค. ๋ญ๊ฐ ์๋ชป๋์์ง๋ง ์์์ด๋ ์ด์ ์ ์๋น ๊ฐ ๋์๊ณ ์ ์๋น ๊ฐ ๋๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋๋ฌด ์ด์ฌํ ๋
ธ๋ ฅํ๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ์ธ๊ธํ์ต๋๋ค. ์๋ฒ์ง๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฉ์นํ ๋งํผ, ๊ทธ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์๋ฒ์ง์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํค์ด ์ฌ๋์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์๋ฒ์ง์์ต๋๋ค.
"ํ๋ฃจ๋ง ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค๊ฐ ์์์ด๋ฅผ ํ์ธํ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์. ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ค์ ๋ก ์ํ๋ฉด ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์ง์ ๋ํ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๊ฒ์ ์ง์ฆ์ ๋ผ ํ
๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์๊ธฐ๋ฉด ๋๋ฌด ์ค๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง ๋ง์์ผ ํด. ๊ด์ฐฎ์ง?" ํ๋ฏผ์ด ์ฒญํผํ๋ค. ๋๋จธ์ง ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ด ๋ฉ์ค๊ป๋ค๊ณ ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์กฐ์ฉํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค.
๋ญ๊ฐ ์๋ชป๋์ด.
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"์๋งํํ
๋ฌธ์ ๋ฅผ ์ผ์ผํค๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ?!" ์์์ด์ ๋ฉ์ฒญํ ๊ณ๋ถ๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ์ณค๋ค. ์ง๋ ๋ฉฐ์น ๋์ ์๋ง๊ฐ ์ถ์ฅ ๊ฐ๋ ๋์ ์น๋ฆฌ๋ง ์ง์ ์์๋๋ฐ ์ง๊ธ๊น์ง๋ ๊ด์ฐฎ์์ด์. ํ์ง๋ง ์ง์ ๋นํ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋์์์ ๊ตฌํ๋นํ๊ณ ๋ฉ๋ค๊ณ ํผํฌ์ฑ์ด๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํ๋ฅผ ๋๋ค. "์๋ง์ ์๋ค์ด ํ๊ต ๊ฐฑ๋จ์ ์๋ค๋ ์ฌ์ค์ ์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ์๊ฒ ๋๋ฉด ๊ต์ก์๋ก์์ ์๋ง์ ๋ช
์ฑ์ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐํต์ ๋ฒ๋ ค์ง ๊ฑฐ์ผ!"
"๋๋ ๊ฐฑ๋จ์ ์๋ ๊ฒ ์๋์์. ๊ทธ๋ค์ด ์ด๊ฑธ ํ๋๋ก ์ ํํ ๊ฒ ์๋์์. ์๋ฌ ๊ฐ๊ฒ์." ์์์ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋์์ ํด๋ํฐ์ด ๊ฑฐ์ค ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ผ๋ก ๋จ์ด์ง๋ฉด์ ๋นํ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์น๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฐ์ชฝ์ง๋ฆฌ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ ์ข์ํ์ง๋ง, ํนํ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ๋ณ๋ก ์ข์ง ์์ ๋ถ๋นํ๊ณ ์์น ์๋ ์ผ์ด์๋ค.
"์ ๋ ์ ๋ผ์, ์๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์ ๋ ์๊ธฐํด ์ฃผ์ธ์." ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์์ ์์์ ํด๋ํฐ์ ์ง์ด ๋ค๊ณ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์์ ์ ๋ง์ฃผ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํด๋ํฐ์ ๋๋ ค์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ถํ๋ฉฐ ๋์ ๋์ง ์๊ฒ ๋ค์์ ๋ค๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์์์์ ๋น์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋ค์ ์์ ์ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๋ค.
'๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ด ์๋น ๊ฐ ๋๋ ค๋ ๊ฑด ๊ทธ๋ง๋ฌ์ผ ํด- ๋ญ์ผ?' ์์์ ๋ฉฑ์ด์ ์ก๊ณ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋์ ธ์ง๋ฉด์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋์์ ๋ฒ์ด๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ชธ ๊ตฌ์๊ตฌ์์ด ๋จ๊ฑฐ์ด ๋๋ฌด ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋ถ๋ชํ๋ ๋๋์ ๋น๋ช
์ ์ง๋ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์จ์ ๋ค์ด์ฌ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๋ชธ๋ถ๋ฆผ์น๋ฉฐ ์ธ์ณค๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ผ์ด์๋ ค๊ณ ์ ์ผ์ง๋ง ๊ฐ์ ํ ์ผ์ด์ค ์ ์์๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋จ์์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋์ด ์ด๋์์ก๋ค.
"๋น์ ์ด ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ์ธ์?" ์์์ด๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ง ๋ปํ์ง๋ง ์ํ ๊ทผ์ฒ์ ์ ํ
์ด๋ธ์ ์์ ์์๋ค. "์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ด์?" ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๋ํ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ง๊ณ ์นจ์ฐฉํด ๋ณด์ด๊ณ ์ถ์์ง๋ง, ์ฝ๊ฐ ๊นจ์ด ์์ผ๋ ค๊ณ ๋ชฉ์จ์ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์ธ์ธ ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฅธ ํ์๋ ์ข ํ๋ค์์ด์โฆ ์ค๋๋ ฅ์ด ์์์ด์.
์น๋ฆฌ๋ ํ์งฑ์ ๋ผ๊ณ ์์๊ณ , ์ด์ ์์์ ํด๋ํฐ์ด ๊ฒจ๋๋์ด์ ๋ณด์๋ค. "๋ด, ๋๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๊ณ ์ถ์ง ์์์ง๋ง, ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ค ์๋น ๊ฐ ๋์์ผ๋ ๋๋ ๋๋ฅผ ์กด์คํ๋ ๋ฒ์ ๋ฐฐ์์ผ ํด."
"์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ์ ์ ๋ ๊น์? ๋งน์ธ์ปจ๋, ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ ์ข์ ๋๋ ๋ชจ๋๊ฐ ๋์๊ฒ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์์ด." ์์์ ๋ค์ ํ ๋ฒ ์๋๋ ๋ ๋ฆฐ์ด ์๊ตฌ์น๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋์์๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๋ค์ ํ ๋ฒ ๊ทธ๋ ์์ ์ด ์๋๋ ๋ ๋ฆฐ์ ๋จ์ด๋จ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์์ ์ด ์ฒํ ์ํ์์๋ ์ธ์์์ ์ด๊ธธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์๊ณ ์์๋ค.
๋ฐฉ!
์์์ด ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฐ๋ฌ์ ธ ์ฃผ๋ณ ์ธ์์ด ์ด๋์์ก๋ค.
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์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ์ด์ฃผ์
์ ๊ฐ์ฌํฉ๋๋ค. ์ด์ํ ์ ์ด ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋๋ฉด ๋๊ธ๋ก ์๋ ค์ฃผ์ธ์. ์ ๋ ํ๊ตญ์ด์ ์์ ํ ๋ฅํตํ์ง ์์์ ๊ฐ๋ ์ค์๋ฅผ ๋์น๊ธฐ๋ ํฉ๋๋ค.
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Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
Whumpee: (์ฐ์์) Yeon Si Eun played by (๋ฐ์งํ) Park Ji Hoon
Synopsis: Ever since Si Eun changed schools after the whole him and Suho nearly dying situation, he was forced to move in with his mom and her boyfriendโฆ which wasโฆ a whole thing.
Notes: This fic is set after season 1 of the drama, utilizing the characters of the webtoon. Yes, Suho is alive in this bc Iโm in denial. Sue me. (I will also refer to โThe Unionโ as โThe Allianceโ since thatโs closer to the Korean translation) As always, there are some words in here that I didnโt translate, but Romanized instead) - For those who have read or are reading the webtoon in English, please reference the notes at the bottom for who is who.
Maturity Rating: Both the drama and this fic are rated R and/or MA for violence and coarse language.
Words: 2374
Chapters: 1/3
Korean Version (ํ๊ตญ์ด ๋ฒ์ ): ํ๊ตญ์ด ๋ฒ์ ๋งํฌ
AO3 Link: emrys_lmalw
โWeโre not doing this right now, I have people to meet up with,โ Si Eun huffed. As much as he would love to deal with the goons of Yoosun High, he wanted to meet up with his friends before having to go home to his momโs boyfriend who so desperately wanted to be a step-dad already.
โHell, maybe if they kill me I wonโt have to see Il Seung Ri ever again. How could mom pick such a dumbass boyfriend, anyway?โ
โYou scared?โ The gang of miscellaneous bullies laughed amongst each other breaking him out of his thoughts. They began slowly inching towards an increasingly irritated Si Eun, almost herding him under the bridge, presumably to be out of sight of the 0613 24-hour Convenience Storeโs cameras.
โMove,โ Si Eun started to walk away, further moving under the bridge, allowing the adrenaline to move through his body, knowing they werenโt going to drop it.
Si Eun prepared himself as the bullies approached, unhooking his belt and grabbing a pen. As he turned to face them, a familiar and exhausting voice hit his ears, telling the goons to step back. The second Si Eun laid eyes on Bae Jihoon, he got to swinging. If thereโs one thing heโs learned when it comes to the higher members of the Alliance, itโs swing first, ask questions later because they sure fucking will.
Unfortunately, while Si Eun was initially faster, he didnโt have the same level of crazy that Jihoon possessed. Despite his best efforts, he knew he couldnโt beat this guy. On top of all that, he could hear his phone ringing over and over again. First, it was Suhoโs ringtone, followed by Humin, then Hyuntak. Everyone was calling him, having no idea the reason he couldnโt pick up was because he was in a fight.
At this point, canโt they just assume?
As time passed, Si Eun started to gain the high ground, getting more punches in and taking fewer punches. It became like a dance. One that Si Eun was getting better at. He was winning.
He was winning until Jihoon decided to play dirty.
He called to his goons, telling them that โhe couldnโt have all the fun to himselfโ, saving his pride from admitting his opponent, who was half his size, was beating him all by himself. Canโt have his reputation getting drug through the mud because of the rumored โWhite Mambaโ.
It was now that Si Eun switched from offense to defense mode. There was nothing he could do to win this fight and he knew it. He started landing fewer punches and taking more. Some to the face, then the stomach, then the back. He had managed to stay on his feet the whole time but he was starting to lose his footing. He desperately scanned his surroundings in between hits and knew there was no way to run out of there. If only he could have escaped and at least gotten on his phone to answer his friendsโ phone calls.
โFuck, is it actually raining right now? What kinda shit timing-โ
He could hear the sound of their muffled ringtones. It was getting harder to hear, with the sound of his heartbeat slamming into his eardrums and the rain beating on his skin and the nearby convenience storeโs umbrellas.
He had to run. He had to answer the phone to get help. Before he could attempt to grab his phone, he heard a loud thud and suddenly he was on the ground.
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โHeโs in a fight. Heโs been ambushed. I can tell,โ Suho said through gritted teeth. He knew in his soul that Si Eun was in danger. He always answered the phone. Even though it annoyed him that they called all the time, he always answered. Something was off and he knew it.
โI want to say I disagree but honestly with everything weโve been through, especially with those Alliance guys? Check his location on K-Maps?โ Humin was also on his phone, hoping to see Si Eunโs location marked at their hangout.
Fuck.
โIt says heโs at the Han River Bridge. Heโs been โon his wayโ for the past thirty minutes. Thereโs no reason he should have just made it to the Han River Bridge.โ Hyuntak noted. The group exchanged desperate, knowing looks before grabbing their things and running out the door. Hopefully, Si Eun wasnโt in any danger but at this point, they should just assume.
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Punch after punch, kick after kick, it all started to blur together for Si Eun. He wasnโt going to hold out much longer and it was getting more obvious. He gasped for breath any chance he could, feeling his lungs collapsing with every blow. It was then when he heard a faint voice and all the goons dispersed, walking to the sides, standing nearly at attention.
โIโm disappointed, to be honest, White Mamba,โ Bae Jihoon teased as he knelt next to Si Eunโs beaten and bloody body. โWhereโs that legendary fighter I always hear so much about?โ
Through broken, painful breaths, Si Eun spoke up, โGet fucked.โ He groaned as he spoke but the pain was worth it if he could get one last word in.
โYouโre funny, kid. Youโre tough, Iโll give you that. Youโre not invincible and I can prove it to you,โ Jihoon laughed as he pressed his knee into Si Eunโs side, relishing in the groans that met his ears, โIโm in a good mood, though, so Iโll go easy on you.โ He stood, backing away to watch as Si Eun struggled. Even his goons shivered at the sight. It was clear he enjoyed watching his victims suffer and it wasnโt just for the progression or money-making for The Alliance.
Through gritted teeth, Si Eun rolled onto his stomach, placing his hands on the concrete to try to stand. He started to push against the ground before an unbearable pain flared through his torso. The world around him started to swirl and his vision blurred. The sounds around him started to swirl in his mind, and his body went limp as he fell back onto the gritty concrete. It was then that he felt true Hell. It was as if lava flowed through his veins, spreading from his back all down his legs to his feet and his arms to his fingertips. A migraine slowly crept in to be the shit-covered cherry on top of the fucked up cake.
Through watery eyes he was barely able to look up to see Jihoon standing on his back, pressing harder with every wince Si Eun showed. He pressed his lips together as hard as he could, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his fists until his fingernails cut into his palms. He couldnโt do it anymore. A raspy scream left his mouth as he started to allow the sweet relief of darkness to take him over. He wasnโt sure if he was dying or just passing out but at this point, he was in so much pain he was willing to take either one.
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โWeโre almost there!โ Humin pointed at the mural Si Eunโs location said he was near, running with every ounce of energy in his body. The rest of the gang followed in silent fear, hearts pounding with every step.
Coming up on the scene, they realized how emotionally unprepared they were. The goons had left and there was a small crowd of people circled around something on the ground. Their hearts dropped, all of them knowing what that something was.
โYeon Si Eun!โ Suho called out as he broke through the group of people. โSi Eun, are you-โ He stopped in his tracks, standing and staring in silence.
โFuck, hyung, how bad is it?โ Hyuntak ripped through the group of people to take in the sight Suho just had. โWait what?โ
โCan you guys help him up, at least?! Shit!โ Gayool quickly moved up behind Hyuntak, finally taking everything in. โThatโs not Si Eun, though.โ
The group watched as one of the women standing in the circle knelt down to help the child stand. โAre you okay, kiddo? You wanna grab your bike and try again?โ
The people started to disperse as the child got up and got back on her bike, mumbling about how they were glad she was fine. Gayool approached one of the bystanders, tapping on his shoulder, โHey, did you see a guy about yay big around here? He had this uniform on, and a black backpack.โ He held his hand to about Si Eunโs height, looking intently into the manโs eyes.
โNo, sorry,โ The man huffed, seemingly irritated that he was asking.
โOkay, so the asshole over there doesnโt know what happened to him. Says he didnโt see anything.โ Gayool ran his hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut with his rising heart rate.
โHold on, my phoneโs ringing!โ Humin whipped his phone out of his pocket to see an unidentified number. Hoping it was Si Eunโs mom or dad somehow, he elected to answer it.
โYo! Yeon Si Eun, you sick fuck! Why werenโt you answering your phone?!โ Suho yelled, visibly angry.
โThis is Si Eunโs dad. Heโs at home. We decided to come pick him up since we know he has a lot of school work to get done.โ The voice was familiar to the friend group but still sounded odd.
โNah, Iโve met Si Eunโs dad and you sound nothing like him.โ
Suho gently grabbed the phone from his friendโs hand, looking at him with a reassuring smile. โIs this his brother?โ He motioned to the rest of the group to stay quiet.
โBrother? He doesnโt have a brother. No, Iโm his stepdad. I just say dad because heโs like a biological son to me.โ
โAh, gotcha. Can we talk to him? We were supposed to hang out and tried to call him but we got worried since he didnโt answer,โ Suho looked around to the other guys, all looking clueless as to what was going on.
โHe fell asleep on the couch but Iโll let him know youโre worried. He was throwing up a second ago so I think heโs got a stomach bug and forgot to call you. When heโs better Iโll have him call.โ
The call was dropped before Suho could continue asking questions. A weight built in his chest and it burned. Something was wrong but Si Eun had mentioned that he had a step-father now and that he was trying way too hard to become his new dad. As much as his father had neglected him, that was still his dad. The one that raised him at that.
โI say we wait for a day then go check on Si Eun. If heโs actually sick, heโll be irritated that we all showed up at his house but if heโs in trouble we shouldnโt wait too long. Sound good?โ Humin proposed. The rest of the group silently nodded, all feeling that pit in their stomachs.
Something was wrong.
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โYouโre out there causing trouble for your mom?!โ Si Eunโs shitty stepdad yelled. Seung Ri had been the only one in the house while his mom was on a work trip for the past couple of days and it was fine so far. However, when he stumbled home, beaten, bruised, and bloody, he became angry all of a sudden. โYour momโs reputation as an educator will be thrown in the trash if people find out her son is out here being in school gangs!โ
โIโm not in a gang. I didnโt choose for them to do this. Iโm going to bed,โ Si Eun stumbled, his phone falling out of his pocket onto the living room floor. He appreciated Seung Riโs half-concern but it was unwarranted and unwanted, especially since he felt like shit.
โAbsolutely not, you will speak with me about this before going to bed,โ he grabbed Si Eunโs phone off the floor, watching as he turned to face him. He was refusing to give it back, holding it behind him out of sight. Si Eun scoffed, turning back to head towards his room.
โHe needs to stop trying to be my da- what the fuck?!โ Si Eun was ripped from his train of thought as he was grabbed by the collar and thrown to the ground. Every inch of his body let out a shrieking scream at the feeling of hitting the heated hardwood floors. He cried out, struggling to suck in a breath. He struggled to stand but was just barely able to, eyes darkening at the sight of the man.
โWho do you think you are?โ Si Eun nearly collapsed but caught himself on the side table near the couch. โWhy did you do that?โ He wanted to look as intimidating and unphased as possible but it was kinda hard when he was fighting for his fucking life to stay slightly awake and after he just yelpedโฆ Not super convincing.
Seung Ri crossed his arms, Si Eunโs phone was now visible in his armpit. โLook, I hated to do that but you need to learn to respect me now that Iโm your dad.โ
โCan we not do this right now? I swear, everyone has a problem with me when Iโm the least in the mood.โ Si Eun tried to turn around, again, feeling his adrenaline kicking in. Once again, he knew he wasnโt going to drop it but he also knew that in the state he was in, there was no way heโd win in a fight.
BOOM
Si Eun was suddenly on the floor, the world around him going black.
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