love-me-a-lotta-whump
love-me-a-lotta-whump
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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 9 days ago
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โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 9 days ago
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I havenโ€™t platonicposted in a while
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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 9 days ago
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SEASON TWO OF WEAK HERO CLASS IS COMING OUT APRIL 25TH!!!
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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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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 11 days ago
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์ƒˆ์•„๋น  ๋ฌธ์ œ (Step Dad Problems)
Korean Version - Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
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Whumpee: ์—ฐ์‹œ์€ ์—ญ ๋ฐ•์ง€ํ›ˆ
์š”์•ฝ: ์‹œ์€์ด์™€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์ฃฝ์„ ๋ป”ํ•œ ๋ฌธ์ œ ์ดํ›„ ํ•™๊ต๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๊พผ ์ดํ›„๋กœ, ๊ทธ๋Š” ์—„๋งˆ์™€ ๋‚จ์ž์นœ๊ตฌ์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค... ์ƒํ™ฉ์ด์—ˆ์ฃ .
๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋“ค: ์ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋Š” ์›นํˆฐ์˜ ์บ๋ฆญํ„ฐ๋ฅผ ํ™œ์šฉํ•œ ๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ ์‹œ์ฆŒ 1 ์ดํ›„๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์œผ๋กœ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„ค, ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€์ธํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์‚ด์•„ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ์†Œํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. *์ €๋Š” ์ด๊ฒƒ์„ ์˜์–ด์—์„œ ๋ฒˆ์—ญํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋„ค์ด๋ฒ„ ํŒŒํŒŒ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ์ด์ƒํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์ง„๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.*
์„ฑ์ˆ™๋„ ๋“ฑ๊ธ‰: ๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ์™€ ์ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ๋ชจ๋‘ ํญ๋ ฅ์„ฑ๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ์นœ ์–ธ์–ด๋กœ ์ธํ•ด R ๋ฐ/๋˜๋Š” MA ๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์„ ๋ฐ›์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๋‹จ์–ด: 1449
์ฑ•ํ„ฐ: 3/3
์˜์–ด ๋ฒ„์ „ (English Version): ENG VER link
AO3 ๋งํฌ: emrys_lmalw
โ€˜์™œ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์‹œ๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œ?' ์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” ๋ฐฉ ์•ˆ์˜ ๋ถˆ๋น›์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋ ค ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋œฐ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"์˜์‚ฌ ์„ ์ƒ๋‹˜, ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚ฌ์–ด์š”!" ๊ทธ๋Š” ์˜์‚ฌ์™€ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋“ค์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ, ํŒ”, ๋ชธํ†ต, ์˜†์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ธฐ๊ณ„๋“ค์„ ๊ฑด๋“œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์•„์ง ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์ดํ•ดํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์™œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ์žˆ์—ˆ์„๊นŒ? ์™œ ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‹นํ™ฉํ–ˆ์„๊นŒ? ๊ทธ๋Š” ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์ „์— ๋งํ•˜๋˜ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ ์˜†์— ์„œ์„œ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋˜‘๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ์•„์ฑ˜๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํฌ๊ณ  ๋งŽ์€ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋™์‹œ์— ๋“ค๋ ค์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ง์„ ์ฒ˜๋ฆฌํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ์ข€ ์–ด๋ ค์› ๋‹ค. "-์–ด๋””์•ผ?"
๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋Œ๋ ค ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ์˜ ๋ฐ˜๋Œ€ํŽธ์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ž์‹ ์„ ์ณ๋‹ค๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ์˜์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ๋ชฉํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "์–ด๋”” ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์•„์„ธ์š”?" ์˜์‚ฌ๋Š” ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ์—„๊ฒฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์–ด๋””์— ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ์•˜์–ด์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์— ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ๋ณด์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ณต์žกํ•ด์„œ ํ˜ผ๋ž€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ €์€ ํ›„ ์˜์‚ฌ์™€ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฑ์ •์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ํ‘œ์ •์„ ์ฃผ๊ณ ๋ฐ›๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค.
๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ํŒ”์„ ์žก์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค, "๋‹น์‹ ์€ ํฌ๋ง ์ข…ํ•ฉ๋ณ‘๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ์— ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ง์ด ๋˜๋‚˜์š”?" ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋Œ๋ ค ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์šด๋™์ด ๊ฐ€์ ธ์˜จ ๊ณ ํ†ต์— ์›€์ฐ”ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด์ œ ์ฃผ๋ณ€์„ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ์˜์‹ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ง์ด ๋งž์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ณ‘์› ์‘๊ธ‰์‹ค์— ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ. ์กฐ๊ฐ๋“ค์ด ๋ชจ์ด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋น ๋ฅด๋‹ค.
๊ตฌํƒ€๋‹นํ•œ ๊ธฐ์–ต, ์Šน๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์˜ท์„ ๋ฒ—๊ณ  ๋ถ€์ƒ์„ ์ž…๊ณ  ๋ฐฉ์— ํ™€๋กœ ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ ธ ์ฃฝ๊ฒŒ ํ•œ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ผ, ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ•˜๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค, ๊ทธ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌผ์— ์ž ๊ฒผ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ต์‚ฌ์‹œํ‚ค๋ ค ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์„œ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฒซ ๋ฒˆ์งธ๋กœ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•˜์ž, ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธํ†ต์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ–ฅํ•ด ๋น„๋ช…์„ ์ง€๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ์šฉ์•”์„ ํ˜ˆ๊ด€ ์ „์ฒด์— ํผ๋œจ๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์•ฝํ•œ์ง€ ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ์™ธ์น  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ†ต์ฆ๊ณผ ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ํ™˜๊ฒฝ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๊ทธ๋Š” ์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ๊ณตํ™ฉ ์ƒํƒœ์— ๋น ์กŒ๊ณ , ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋ ค๊ณ  ์• ์“ฐ๋ฉฐ ์นจ๋Œ€์— ์•‰๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ํ•œ ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๋ฌด์‹œํ•˜๊ณ  ์„œ๋กœ๋ฅผ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋˜ ์˜๋ฃŒ์ง„๊ณผ ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ๋ˆ„์›Œ๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ์• ์›ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"ํ™˜์ž, ์ง„์ •ํ•˜์„ธ์š”!" ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ์™ธ์น˜๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋†€๋ผ๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง‘์ค‘๋ ฅ์ด ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋งŽ์€ ์†์ด ํŒ”์„ ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ์–ด๊นจ์— ์–นํžˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์›€์ฐ”ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ž์ œ๋ ฅ์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํŒจ๋‹‰์€ ํŒ€์˜ ํ–‰๋™์œผ๋กœ ์ธํ•ด ๋”์šฑ ์•…ํ™”๋˜์–ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ๋” ์†Œ์šฉ๋Œ์ด์— ๋น ๋œจ๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์˜์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฑ์ •์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ๋‹ต๋‹ตํ•˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•œ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ "์‹œ์€์•„, ์ง„์ •ํ•ด"๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ถ„๋ช…ํžˆ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์น˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์‹œ์€์€ ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‚˜์„ ํ˜•์œผ๋กœ ์›€์ง์ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๋ฉˆ์ถœ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ธฐ๊ณ„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ, ๋น ๋ฅธ ์‚ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ, ๊ท€์—์„œ ์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์‹ฌ์žฅ ๋ฐ•๋™, ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ, ํŒ”๋กœ ์›€์ง์ด๋Š” ์ •๋งฅ์ฃผ์‚ฌ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋“ฑ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์‹ฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ์ € ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์„ ๋ฟ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ์ˆจ์„ ํ—๋–ก์ด๋ฉฐ "์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ"๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ง์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๊ณ ๊ตฐ๋ถ„ํˆฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. "์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ". ๊ทธ์˜ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์€ ํ„ฐ์งˆ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ฐˆ๋น„๋ผˆ์— ๋ถ€๋”ชํžˆ๋ฉฐ ๋›ฐ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆผ์„ ๋ฉˆ์ถœ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๊ณ , ํŒ”๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋’คํ”๋“œ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆผ์„ ๋ฉˆ์ถœ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰์œผ๋กœ ํ•˜๋Š” ์ผ์ด๋ผ๋„ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€์•ผ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
"์‹œ์€์•„!" ์˜์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ์™ธ์ณค์ง€๋งŒ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ฐ€๋ ค์ ธ ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์„ธ์ƒ์€ ํšŒ์ „ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์† ์••๋ ฅ์€ ๋งค ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋งˆ๋‹ค ์ปค์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์‹œ์•ผ๋Š” ํ๋ ค์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ํ˜ธํก์€ ์ด์ „๋ณด๋‹ค ๋” ๋ถˆ๊ทœ์น™ํ•ด์กŒ๊ณ , ๋น ๋ฅด๊ณ  ์–•์•„์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด์ง€๋Ÿฌ์›€์ด ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ค๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ตฌ๋ ˆ๋‚˜๋ฃป์—์„œ ๋ชธ์„ ํ”๋“ค๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์†์€ ๊ฐ€์Šด์— ๋‹ฟ์•„ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ฝ‰ ์ฅ๊ณ  ๊ฑฐ์˜ ํ†ต์ฆ์„ ์ œ๊ฑฐํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์„ ๋ฐ›๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š”." ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ธด๋ฐ•ํ•œ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜์‚ฌ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์ด ์ž ์‹œ ์ดํ•ด์˜ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์œผ๋กœ ๊นœ๋นก์˜€๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋น ๋ฅธ ์‹ ํ˜ธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"ํฌํฌํด- ์‚ฝ๊ด€-์›€์ง์ž„-" ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ท€์— ์‹ฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์™œ๊ณก๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜์‚ฌ๋Š” ์ด๋ฏธ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์ฃผ์˜๋ฅผ ์‹œ์€์—๊ฒŒ ๋Œ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์‹œ์€์€ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ํ•„์‚ฌ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜ ์•‰์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋ชธ์—์„œ ์ˆจ์ด ๋ง‰ํžˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๊ณ , ํŒ”๊ณผ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์›ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทผ์œก์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•ฝํ•ด ํ†ต์ฆ๊ณผ ์‹ธ์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์˜์‚ฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์‹œ์„ ์ด ์•ฝ๊ฐ„ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์กŒ๊ณ , ๋‹ค์‹œ "์‹œ์€์•„, ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ. ์ œ๋ฐœ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ง ์ข€ ๋“ค์–ด์ค˜."๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์˜์‚ฌ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์„ธ์ƒ์€ ๋‘๋ ค์›€์— ํœฉ์‹ธ์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ฒฌ๋ŽŒ์˜จ ํ˜ผ๋ž€๊ณผ ์••๋„์ ์ธ ํŠธ๋ผ์šฐ๋งˆ์˜ ๋ฌด๊ฒŒ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์งˆ์‹์‹œ์ผฐ๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€์˜ ์ง„์ •์„ ๋‹ด๋‹นํ•œ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋Š” ์ฃผ์‚ฌ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋“ค๊ณ  ์นจ๋Œ€ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๋Œ์•„์™€ ์žฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํ–‰๋™ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ฃผ์ € ์—†์ด ๋ฐ”๋Š˜์„ ์ •๋งฅ์ฃผ์‚ฌ ๋ผ์ธ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณด๋‚ด ์ง„์ •์ œ๋ฅผ ํˆฌ์—ฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ€์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋”์šฑ ์™œ๊ณก๋˜์—ˆ๊ณ , ์‹œ์•ผ๋Š” ํ—ค์—„์น˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ๋ณ‘์› ์กฐ๋ช…์˜ ์„ ๋ช…ํ•œ ์„ ๋ช…๋„๋Š” ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์™€์ค‘์—๋„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ์€ ํŽธ์•ˆํ•ด์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ทผ์œก์˜ ๊ธด์žฅ์€ ์™„ํ™”๋˜์—ˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ์นจ๋Œ€๋ฅผ ์žก๊ณ  ์žˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ์˜ ์†์•„๊ท€๋Š” ๋Š์Šจํ•ด์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€๋Š” ์ง„์ •์ œ์™€ ์‹ธ์šฐ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์ •์‹  ์ƒํƒœ์—์„œ๋„ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋ถˆ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ์˜๋ฃŒ์ง„์˜ ์†์ด ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋ชธ์„ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์žก๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ฟ ์…˜ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋ณด๋ƒˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด๋‘ ์ด ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๋งคํ˜น์ ์œผ๋กœ ์Šค๋ฉฐ๋“ค์—ˆ๊ณ , ์ž์‹ ๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋œจ๊ณ  ์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ์–ด๋‘ ์ด ์„œ์„œํžˆ ์‹œ์•ผ๋ฅผ ์ž ์‹ํ•˜์—ฌ ์กฐ์šฉํ•˜๊ณ  ํ‰ํ™”๋กœ์šด ์ˆ˜๋ฉด์˜ ๋ง๊ฐ ์†์— ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค.
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์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” ์˜์‚ฌ๋“ค์ด ํŽธ์•ˆํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ์˜ฎ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ ์ „๊นŒ์ง€ ์ค‘ํ™˜์ž์‹ค์— ๋ฉฐ์น ๋ฐ–์— ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์–ด์š”. ๋‹คํ–‰์ด์—์š”. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋ฐฉ ๋ฐ–์— ์„œ์„œ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ์ผํ–‰์ด ๋„์ฐฉํ•˜๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์žํŒ๊ธฐ์—์„œ ์Œ๋ฃŒ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์‹  ํ›„ ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”.
๊ทธ๋‚  ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ์‘๊ธ‰์‹ค ๊ทผ๋ฌด๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์น˜๊ณ  ๋ง‰ ํ‡ด๊ทผํ•œ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ™•์ธํ•˜๋Ÿฌ ๋“ค์–ด์™”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ‘๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ‘๊ฒŒ ์ธ์‚ฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์ž ์„ ์ž๊ณ  ๊ณ„์‹œ๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"๋•Œ๋•Œ๋กœ. ๊ฐ€๋” ์ž ์ด ์•ˆ ์˜ฌ ๋•Œ๋„ ์žˆ์–ด." ๊ทธ๋Š” ์†”์งํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๋ญ ํ•˜๋‚˜ ๋ฌผ์–ด๋ด๋„ ๋ผ?" ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. "์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ž๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์„ ๋•Œ ์ง„์ •์‹œ์ผœ์•ผ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์ž–์•„. ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์„ ํƒ์˜ ์—ฌ์ง€๊ฐ€ ์—†๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜์–ด. ์™œ?"
๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์‹œ์„ ์ด ๋ฌธ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์„ ํ†ตํ•ด ์‹œ์€์—๊ฒŒ๋กœ ์˜ฎ๊ฒจ์กŒ๊ณ , ๋ˆˆ์ด ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋ฐฉ ์•ˆ์— ์žˆ๋˜ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ™•์ธํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ธ์ •ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ณ„์† ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๋ฉด ๋ถ€์ƒ์ด ์•…ํ™”๋  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋•Œ๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์„ ํƒ์ง€๊ฐ€ ์—†์—ˆ๊ณ , ์„ค๋ น ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•ด๋„ ํšจ๊ณผ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์„์ง€ ํ™•๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝํ•  ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์—†์—ˆ์–ด์š”." ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ•œ์ˆจ์„ ๋‚ด์‰ฌ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ณ„์† ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„์„ ๋ถˆ๋ €์–ด์š”. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ํŠนํžˆ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ง„์ •์‹œํ‚ค๋Š” ๋ฐ ๋„์›€์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ๋ถˆํ–‰ํžˆ๋„ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์–ด์š”."
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ฒ ๋  ๋‚ด๋ ค์•‰์•˜๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์€ ๋ณ‘์›์— ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๋ฒˆ ์ž…์›ํ•ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ „์— ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์„œ์› ๋˜ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ์ฟต์พ…๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค.
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์นจ๋ฌต ์†์— ์„œ์„œ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๊ณต์œ ํ•œ ๋‚ด์šฉ์„ ์ฒ˜๋ฆฌํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฒ์— ์งˆ๋ฆฐ ์ฑ„ ํ™€๋กœ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„์„ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ์€ ๊ฐ๋‹นํ•˜๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค ์ •๋„์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.ย 
"์‹œ์€์ด ์ •๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์„œ์› ๋‚˜์š”?" ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์€ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ๋กœ ๋ฐ˜์ง์˜€๋‹ค. "์ด ์ƒํ™ฉ์€ ์กด๋‚˜ ์‹ซ์–ด."
๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋Š” ์†์„ ๋ป—์–ด ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ์–ด๊นจ์— ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์šด ์†์„ ์–น์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ‘œ์ •์€ ์นœ์ ˆํ•˜๊ณ  ์ดํ•ด์‹ฌ์ด ๊นŠ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌด์„œ์› ์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋‹น์‹  ์ž˜๋ชป์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ์•„์•ผ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋•Œ๋•Œ๋กœ ํ™˜์ž๋“ค์ด ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ์„ ์žƒ๊ณ  ๊ณ ํ†ต์Šค๋Ÿฌ์›Œํ•  ๋•Œ ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ์†Œ์šฉ๋Œ์ด์น˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ํ†ต์ œ ๋ถˆ๋Šฅ ์ƒํƒœ๋กœ ๋Š๊ปด์งˆ ๋•Œ ๊ทธ ๋‘๋ ค์›€์„ ํ†ต์ œํ•˜๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋ ต์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋˜ํ•œ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”๋Š˜์„ ๊ฝ‚๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋„์›€์ด ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‘๊ธ‰์‹ค์€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ํŒ€์ด ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•ด๋„ ์ง„์ •๋˜๋Š” ํ™˜๊ฒฝ์ด ์•„๋‹™๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ž ์‹œ ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ์„œ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์—๊ฒŒ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋ง์„ ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์ผ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ์ฃผ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "์ง€๊ธˆ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์žˆ์–ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ์™€ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐํ•˜๊ณ  ์œ„๋กœํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”."
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ํšŒ์ƒ‰ ํƒ€์ผ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ€์Šด์˜ ๋ฌด๊ฒŒ๊ฐ€ ์˜ฌ๋ผ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์—๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ์•ˆ์‹ฌ์‹œํ‚ค๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ์ˆœ์ „ํžˆ ๊ณตํ™ฉ์˜ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์— ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ๋นผ์•—๊ธด ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋‚  ์นœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ์‘๊ธ‰์‹ค์—์„œ ๊ฒช์€ ์ผ์„ ์ƒ์ƒํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „์— ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ์ž‘์€ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์ฐธ๊ณ ๋กœ ์ €๋Š” ์—ฌ์€๋‚จ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. ๋‘˜ ๋‹ค ์‹œ๊ฐ„ ์ข€ ์ค„๊ฒŒ์š”."
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ์ˆจ์ด ๋ฉŽ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊นจ์–ด๋‚ฌ์–ด?!"
๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค. "์–ด์„œ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€์„ธ์š”. ๋‹ค์Œ์— ์ผํ•  ๋•Œ ํ™•์ธํ• ๊ฒŒ์š”."
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ์•ˆ๋„๊ฐ๊ณผ ๋ถˆ์•ˆ๊ฐ์ด ๋’ค์„ž์ธ ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์— ํœฉ์‹ธ์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์•„๋ฌด ๋ง ์—†์ด ์‹œ์€์˜ ๋ฐฉ์œผ๋กœ ๋›ฐ์–ด๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ”์„ ๋•Œ ์‹œ์€์€ ์นจ๋Œ€์— ๋ˆ„์›Œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋ฐ˜์ฏค ๋œจ๊ณ  ์ง€์นœ ํ‘œ์ •์ด์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ํ‰์˜จํ•จ์„ ๋˜์ฐพ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ‰์†Œ ๊ทธ์˜ ์‹œ์„ ์—์„œ ๋ฐ˜์ง์ด๋˜ ๋ถˆ๊ฝƒ์€ ์ง„์ •์˜ ์ž”์žฌ๋กœ ์ธํ•ด ๋ฌด๋ŽŒ์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ, ์‚ด์•„ ์ˆจ ์‰ฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์— ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•จ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ฐฌ ๊ธด์žฅ๊ฐ์„ ํ’€์–ด์ฃผ๊ธฐ์— ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋Š” ์ง„์ •์ œ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์•„์ง๋„ ์•ฝ๊ฐ„ ๊ธฐ์šด์ด ์—†์ง€๋งŒ, ๊นจ์–ด๋‚ฌ์–ด. ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด."
"์‹œ์€์•„?" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฐ์ •์ด ๋’ค์„ž์—ฌ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์—์„œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋–ผ์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ์นจ๋Œ€์— ํ•œ ๊ฑธ์Œ ๋” ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ”๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€์€ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊นœ๋นก์ด๋ฉฐ ์‚ฐ์†Œ ๋งˆ์Šคํฌ์— ์†์„ ๋ป—์—ˆ๊ณ , ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ง‰๊ธฐ ์ „์— ์†์„ ๋ป—์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์ด๋ด, ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ ์ข€ ๋‚ด๋ฒ„๋ ค ๋‘ฌ. ์ž ๊น ํ•„์š”ํ•  ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์–ด."
"์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ?" ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์‚ฐ์†Œ ๋งˆ์Šคํฌ์— ๊ฐ€๋ ค์ ธ ๋ชฉ์ด ์‰ฐ ์ฑ„ ์—ฐ์•ฝํ•˜๊ณ  ํ˜ผ๋ž€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์› ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์œผ๋‹ˆ ์ •๋ง ๋ฐ˜๊ฐ€์› ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์ € ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์•ผ. โ€œ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์ฒœ์‚ฌ.โ€ ๊ธฐ์–ต๋‚˜?" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์นจ๋Œ€ ๊ฐ€์žฅ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์•‰์•„ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "์ด์ œ ์•ˆ์ „ํ•ด. ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„."
์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋ ค๋Š” ๋“ฏ ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ๋ฒŒ๋ ธ์ง€๋งŒ ๋ง์ด ๋‚˜์˜ค์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ฐ๊ฒผ๊ณ , ํ”ผ๋กœ๊ฐ์€ ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ์„ธ๊ณ„๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ€๊ธฐ์—๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์› ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ฉํ•œ ์ƒํƒœ์—์„œ๋„ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ํ›„๋“œํ‹ฐ ํŒ”์„ ํž˜์—†์ด ๊ฝ‰ ์ฅ๋ฉฐ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ์ธ์ •ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์นจ๋ฌต์„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด ์ž ์ด ๋“ค๋ฝ๋‚ ๋ฝํ•˜๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํ›„๋“œํ‹ฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์ง€๋‚˜๊ณ  ์ง„์ •์ œ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ์‹œ์€์˜ ์˜์‹์€ ์„œ์„œํžˆ ๋Œ์•„๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๊ณ  ์ž ์€ ์ค„์–ด๋“ค๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๋ฐ˜์ง์˜€๊ณ , ์ด๋ฒˆ์—๋Š” ๋” ๋ง‘์•„์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋น›์— ์ ์‘ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊นœ๋นก์˜€๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•˜์ž ํ‘œ์ •์ด ์ธ์‹์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ์‹œ์€์˜ ๊ท€์— ๋“ค์–ด์™”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ์‚ด์ง ๋œจ๊ณ  ๋ฐฉ์˜ ๋ถˆ๋น›์— ์ ์‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹คํ–‰ํžˆ๋„ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฐ์ง€๋Š” ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์นจ๋Œ€ ์˜† ์˜์ž์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ธด์žฅ๊ฐ์ด ๋ชธ์„ ๋– ๋‚˜๋ฉฐ ์ž์‹ ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊นจ๋‹ซ๊ณ  ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋” ํŽธ์•ˆํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค.
"์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ... ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•ด." ๊ทธ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ๊ฑฑ์ •์‹œํ‚ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์žฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜ ์ˆœ์‹๊ฐ„์— ์‹œ์€ ์˜†์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์•„๋‹ˆ, ์‹œ์€์•„. ์‚ฌ๊ณผํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ." ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์žฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. "์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค ๋†ˆ๋“ค๊ณผ ์Šน๋ฆฌ์•ผ. ์ด ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒŒ ๋„ค ์ž˜๋ชป์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ."
์‹œ์€์€ ๊ฑฐ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์น˜์ฑ„์ง€ ๋ชปํ•  ์ •๋„๋กœ ์•ฝํ•œ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€์ง€๋งŒ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ฃ„์ฑ…๊ฐ์˜ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•œ ํ”์ ์ด ๋ˆˆ์— ๋‚จ์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด์ง€ ์•Š์ž ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ–‰๋ณตํ•ดํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด ํ•„์š”ํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•„๋Š” ๋ฐฉ์‹์œผ๋กœ ์ง€์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๊ณ„์† ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋‹ค์Œ ๋‹จ๊ณ„๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์ธ๊ฐ€์š”?" ์‹œ์€์€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๋„์›€์œผ๋กœ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋” ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"๋‹ค์Œ ๋‹จ๊ณ„๋Š” ํœด์‹์„ ์ทจํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ณ‘์›์—์„œ ํ‡ด์›ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ €์™€ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์€? ์†”์งํžˆ ์ž˜ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ๊ณ„ํš ์—†์ด๋Š” ์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋‚  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๊ณ , ํ˜„์‹ค์ ์œผ๋กœ ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋Š” ๋„์›€์ด ํ•„์š”ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ˜ผ์ž์„œ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ์ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค."
"์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋„์™€๋“œ๋ฆด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ๋ผ๋„์š”." ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ๊ณ ์ง‘์„ ๋ถ€๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋ฐฉ๊ด€ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์ฃฝ์„ ๋ป”ํ•œ ํ›„์—์•ผ ํ•„์š”ํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์•„, ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์˜จ ์ง€ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‚˜์š”?"
"2์ฃผ๊ฐ€ ์ง€๋‚ฌ์–ด์š”. ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋ฏธ์นœ 2์ฃผ์˜€์–ด์š”. ์—„๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ์Šน๋ฆฌ์™€ ํ—ค์–ด์ง€๊ณ  ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์— ์‹ ๊ณ ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ์Šน๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‹น์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ ํ•œ ์ง“ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์žฌํŒ์„ ๋ฐ›๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š”! ๋งน์„ธ์ปจ๋Œ€, ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์Šน๋ฆฌ๋‚˜ ๋“ค์–ด๋ณธ ๋ชจ๋“  ์Šน๋ฆฌ๋Š” ํ˜•ํŽธ์—†๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ฐ์˜ฅ์— ๊ฐ‡ํž ์ž๊ฒฉ์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ์ด์ƒํ•˜๋„ค์š”."
"๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋œป์ธ์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋ฏฟ์–ด์š”." ์‹œ์€์ด ์›ƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
์น˜์œ ๋Š” ์ •์‹ ์ ์œผ๋กœ๋‚˜ ์œก์ฒด์ ์œผ๋กœ๋‚˜ ๊ธด ๊ณผ์ •์ด ๋  ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์‹œ์€์€ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ํ•„์š”ํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋ฟ๋งŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋„์š”. ๋™๋งน์€ ๋ฌด๋„ˆ์ ธ์•ผ ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ํ™•์‹คํžˆ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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์ œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ์–ด์ฃผ์…”์„œ ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ƒํ•œ ์ ์ด ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌ๋˜๋ฉด ๋Œ“๊ธ€๋กœ ์•Œ๋ ค์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. ์ €๋Š” ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด์— ์™„์ „ํžˆ ๋Šฅํ†ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„์„œ ๊ฐ€๋” ์‹ค์ˆ˜๋ฅผ ๋†“์น˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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Whumpee: (์—ฐ์‹œ์€) Yeon Si Eun played by (๋ฐ•์ง€ํ›ˆ) 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 boyfriendโ€ฆ which wasโ€ฆ 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 Iโ€™m in denial. Sue me. (I will also refer to โ€œThe Unionโ€ as โ€œThe Allianceโ€ since thatโ€™s closer to the Korean translation) As always, there are some words in here that I didnโ€™t 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 (ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ๋ฒ„์ „): ๋งํฌ
AO3 Link: emrys_lmalw
โ€˜Whyโ€™s it so loud?โ€™ Si Eun could barely open his eyes, the light in the room blinding him.
โ€œDoc, heโ€™s 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 couldnโ€™t 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€œ-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. โ€œDo you know where you are?โ€ The doctor spoke more sternly than the nurse had. He looked around, again, knowing he shouldโ€™ve 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, โ€œYouโ€™re 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.
โ€œPatient, 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 teamโ€™s actions, sending his mind into more of a spiral.
The doctor stepped in, sounding both concerned and frustrated, โ€œSi Eun, you need to calm down.โ€ She clearly wanted to make eye contact, but Si Eun couldnโ€™t focus. He was spiraling, and he couldnโ€™t 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, โ€œSuho.โ€ He looked around, โ€œSuho.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.
โ€œSi Eun!โ€ The doctor called out once more, but it was so muffled, he couldnโ€™t 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 doctorโ€™s 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 couldnโ€™t hear her anymore. His world was engulfed in fear, the confusion and crushing weight of the trauma heโ€™d endured suffocated him.
The nurse in charge of Si Eunโ€™s 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 wasnโ€™t possible. He felt the grip of the surrounding medical teamโ€™s hands gently holding his body, lowering him back onto the cushioning under him. The darkness crept in, soft and inviting, and despite himself, he couldnโ€™t 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.
โ€œI hope youโ€™re getting some sleep.โ€ The nurse smiled.
โ€œSometimes. Sometimes I canโ€™t sleep.โ€ He wanted to be honest. โ€œCan I ask you something?โ€ The nurse nodded. โ€œWhen 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 doorโ€™s window, eyes softening. She acknowledged the nurse who was in the room checking him over. โ€œHe started to panic. He kept trying to get up, and we knew his injuries were going to worsen if he did that. We didnโ€™t have another option at the time, and even if we did, we didnโ€™t have time to see if it would work.โ€ She sighed. โ€œHe kept calling your name. I promise if we couldโ€™ve let you come in, we would have. Especially if it would have helped keep him calm. Unfortunately, we couldnโ€™t.โ€
Suhoโ€™s heart dropped to his feet. Si Eun had been in the hospital multiple times. Heโ€™d 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 
โ€œWas 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. โ€œHe was scared, yes. But you should know that it wasnโ€™t 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 doesnโ€™t 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 wouldnโ€™t 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 couldnโ€™t imagine what his friend had gone through in the ER that day.
Before he could speak again, the nurse gave him a small smile, โ€œIโ€™m Yeo Eun Nam by the way. Also, I think heโ€™s awake. Iโ€™ll give you both some time.โ€
Suhoโ€™s breath hitched. โ€œHeโ€™s awake?!โ€
She nodded. Go ahead and go in. Iโ€™ll check on you guys next time I work.โ€
Suhoโ€™s heart gave a jolt, a mix of relief and apprehension flooding him. Without another word, he ran into Si Eunโ€™s 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 Eunโ€™s nurse spoke up, "He's still a little groggy from the sedation, but he's awake. He's been asking for you."
โ€œSi 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 friendโ€™s face.
Si Eun blinked slowly, his hand reaching up to his oxygen mask before Suho stopped him. โ€œHey, you gotta leave that alone. They said youโ€™ll need it for a little bit.โ€
โ€œSuho?โ€ His voice was hoarse, fragile, and full of confusion, muffled by the oxygen mask. It was so nice to hear his voice.
โ€œThatโ€™s me. Suho the angel, remember?โ€ Suho said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. โ€œYouโ€™re safe now. Youโ€™re okay.โ€
Si Eunโ€™s lips parted, as if trying to say something, but the words didnโ€™t 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 Suhoโ€™s 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 Eunโ€™s 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 Suhoโ€™s face, his expression softening into something like recognition.
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Sounds slowly made their way into Si Eunโ€™s ears. He slightly opened his eyes, allowing himself to adjust to the lights in his room. Luckily, they werenโ€™t 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.
โ€œSuhoโ€ฆ Iโ€™m sorry.โ€ He hated to worry his friends.
Suho quickly stood up and was sitting next to Si Eun in an instant. โ€œNo, Si Eun. Donโ€™t apologize,โ€ Suho said quickly. โ€œItโ€™s 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 didnโ€™t press him, though. He just continued to sit there, offering his support in the way he knew Si Eun needed.
โ€œSo whatโ€™s our next move?โ€ Si Eun sat up a little bit more with Suhoโ€™s help.
โ€œYour next move is to get some rest and get discharged from the hospital. As for mine and the rest of the groupโ€™s? I donโ€™t know, honestly. We canโ€™t run into the Alliance without a plan, and to be realistic, we need help. We canโ€™t beat them on our own.โ€
โ€œI can help. Even if itโ€™s 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. โ€œOh, how long have I been here?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s been two weeks. Itโ€™s been a crazy two weeks, actually. Your mom broke up with Seungri and called the cops, and now heโ€™s on trial for what he did to you! I swear, every Seungri Iโ€™ve ever known or heard of has been a shitty person and deserves to be in jail. Odd.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t 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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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 ๋ณด๋ฌผ์„ฌ (2025) 1x09 Here's the Gun, Sir
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์„ธ์ƒ ์–ด๋””์—๋„ ์—†๋Š” ์ฐฉํ•œ๋‚จ์ž - The Innocent Man - Whump List - ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท
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Whumpee: ๊ฐ•๋งˆ๋ฃจ (Kang Ma Ru) played by ์†ก์ค‘๊ธฐ (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, โ€œHe 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 heโ€™s 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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์ƒˆ์•„๋น  ๋ฌธ์ œ (Step Dad Problems)
Korean Version - Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
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Whumpee: ์—ฐ์‹œ์€ ์—ญ ๋ฐ•์ง€ํ›ˆ
์š”์•ฝ: ์‹œ์€์ด์™€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์ฃฝ์„ ๋ป”ํ•œ ๋ฌธ์ œ ์ดํ›„ ํ•™๊ต๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๊พผ ์ดํ›„๋กœ, ๊ทธ๋Š” ์—„๋งˆ์™€ ๋‚จ์ž์นœ๊ตฌ์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค... ์ƒํ™ฉ์ด์—ˆ์ฃ .
๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋“ค: ์ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋Š” ์›นํˆฐ์˜ ์บ๋ฆญํ„ฐ๋ฅผ ํ™œ์šฉํ•œ ๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ ์‹œ์ฆŒ 1 ์ดํ›„๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์œผ๋กœ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„ค, ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€์ธํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์‚ด์•„ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ์†Œํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. *์ €๋Š” ์ด๊ฒƒ์„ ์˜์–ด์—์„œ ๋ฒˆ์—ญํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋„ค์ด๋ฒ„ ํŒŒํŒŒ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ์ด์ƒํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์ง„๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.*
์„ฑ์ˆ™๋„ ๋“ฑ๊ธ‰: ๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ์™€ ์ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ๋ชจ๋‘ ํญ๋ ฅ์„ฑ๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ์นœ ์–ธ์–ด๋กœ ์ธํ•ด R ๋ฐ/๋˜๋Š” MA ๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์„ ๋ฐ›์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๋‹จ์–ด: 1870
์ฑ•ํ„ฐ: 2/?
์˜์–ด ๋ฒ„์ „ (English Version): ENG VER link
AO3 ๋งํฌ: emrys_lmalw
์‹œ์€์ด์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๋ฌผ์–ด๋ณด๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ”์„ ๋•Œ ๋ฌธ์„ ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ๋‘๋“œ๋ฆฐ ์ง€ ์ดํ‹€์ด ์ง€๋‚ฌ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์™€ ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ์ ์  ๋” ๊ฑฑ์ •์ด ๋งŽ์•„์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์ƒˆ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๋„ค์š”, ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„. ๊ณต๊ฐ„์„ ์ข€ ์ค˜์•ผ ํ• ๊นŒ ๋ด์š”." ๊ฐ€์œจ์€ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ์œ„๋กœํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ตœ์„ ์„ ๋‹คํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ํ›„๋ฏผ๊ณผ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ์ฃผ๋จน๊ตฌ๊ตฌ์‹์€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ ฅ์ด ํ—›์ˆ˜๊ณ ์ž„์„ ๋ณด์—ฌ์ฃผ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์™œ ๊ทธ์˜ ์—„๋งˆ๋Š” ๋ฌธ์— ์‘๋‹ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋‚˜์š”? ๋ณดํ†ต ์ง‘์— ์žˆ์„ ๋•Œ ๋ฌธ์— ์‘๋‹ตํ•ด์š”." ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜๊ฒŒ ๋œจ๊ณ  ํœด๋ฏผ์„ ๋งˆ์ฃผํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
"์ •ํ™•ํ•ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ถœ์žฅ ์ค‘์ธ๊ฐ€์š”? ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ์ง‘์— ์—†๋Š” ๊ฑด๊ฐ€์š”?" ํœด๋ฏผ์€ ์‹œ์€์˜ ์•„ํŒŒํŠธ ์ถœ์ž…๊ตฌ ๊ณ„๋‹จ์„ ์„œ์„ฑ์ด๋ฉฐ ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„œ์„œ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ์ผํ–‰์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ "๊ณ„ํš์ด ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฒˆ๊ฐˆ์•„ ๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ ์ƒˆ์•„๋น  ๊ฐ™์€ ๋†ˆ์ด ๋– ๋‚˜๋Š”์ง€ ํ™•์ธํ•ด์š”. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋– ๋‚˜๋ฉด ์‹œ์€์˜ ์•„ํŒŒํŠธ๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์€์ง€ ํ™•์ธํ•ด์š”. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ๋‹ค๋ฉด ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ, ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์šฉ์„œํ•  ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ๊ทธ๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š์œผ๋ฉด... ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•ด์š”. ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์„ธ์š”?" ํœด๋ฏผ์€ ๋ชธ ์–‘์ชฝ์—์„œ ํŒ”์„ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์•„์ด๋””์–ด์™€ ์˜๊ฒฌ์„ ๋ฌผ๋ฆฌ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ดˆ๋Œ€ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•ด์š”. ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์ •๋ง ๊ธด์žฅ๋ผ์š”. ์‹œ์€์ด ์œ„ํ—˜์— ์ฒ˜ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋” ์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค์— ๋›ฐ์–ด๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋„ ์•„๋งˆ ๋‹ค์ณค์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”." ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์ผํ–‰์—๊ฒŒ ํ‰์†Œ ์€์‹ ์ฒ˜๋กœ ๋”ฐ๋ผ์˜ค๋ผ๊ณ  ์ œ์•ˆํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "์—ฌ๊ธฐ ๋†€์ดํ„ฐ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ์ˆจ์–ด๋„ ๋ผ์š”. ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ์ •๋ฌธ์„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”."
"์•ผ, ๋„ˆ ์™œ ์ˆจ์–ด์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ์•„? ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋‘ ์นœ๊ตฌ์ธ๋ฐ ์™œ ๊ทธ์˜ ์•„ํŒŒํŠธ ์•ž์— ์ˆจ์ง€?" ํ˜„ํƒ์€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ๋ฐ˜๋Œ€ํŽธ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ํ›„๋ฏผ, ๊ฐ€์œจ๊ณผ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์‚ฌ์ด์— ์›…ํฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"๊ฐ€๋” ๊ทธ์˜ ์—„๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋‚˜๋น ์ ธ์„œ ์ €๋Š” ์ถ”์šด ๋‚ ์”จ์— ๋ฐ–์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ•ด. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์„ ์‚ฌ๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์•ผ ํ•ด. ์ •๋ง ์งœ์ฆ๋‚˜. ํŠนํžˆ 12์›”์—!" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” 12์›” ์ค‘์ˆœ์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋ชธ์„ ๋–จ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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์‹œ์€์€ ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ํ”ผ๋ถ€๋ฅผ ํƒœ์šฐ๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ๋ˆ„์›Œ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ”ผ๋กœ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž ๋“ค๊ฒŒ ํ•  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์ž ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋œจ์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ ๊ธธ์ด์˜ ๊ฑฐ์šธ์— ๋น„์นœ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์Šน๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์…”์ธ ์™€ ๋ฐ”์ง€, ์–‘๋ง์„ ๋ฒ—๊ฒผ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ์•„์ฐจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. '์•„๋งˆ๋„ ๊ทธ๋žฌ์„๊นŒ? ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๊ธฐ์–ต๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„. ์”จ๋ฐœ, ์ถ”์›Œ.'
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋” ๋œจ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ์•ผ ๋ชธ ์•„๋ž˜์— ์žˆ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ๋ถ‰์€ ์›…๋ฉ์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. '์ •๋ง ์•„์ง๋„ ํ”ผ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฑธ๊นŒ? ์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ์€ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ๊ฒช๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•„.' ๊ธฐ์นจ ๋ฐœ์ž‘์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์„ ์ฐข๊ณ  ์˜จ๋ชธ์„ ๋–จ๋ฉฐ ์ž ๋“  ์ง€ ์–ผ๋งˆ ๋˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๊ฒฝํ—˜ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๋˜ ์™„์ „ํžˆ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์ˆ˜์ค€์˜ ํ†ต์ฆ์„ ๋‚ด๋ฟœ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ์—๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ํž˜์„ ์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์—๋„ˆ์ง€๊ฐ€ ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์‚ด๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฐ๋งŒ ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ์šธ์ด ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋บจ์„ ํƒ€๊ณ  ์ฝ”๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋กœ์งˆ๋Ÿฌ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ ๋“ค์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ์–ด์„œ ๋“ฑ๋ก ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์ˆจ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋„ ๋“ค๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ์ •๋„๋กœ ๊ฐ•ํ•˜์ง€๋„ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด๋ฒˆ ์ƒ์ด๋‚˜ ์ด์ „ ์ƒ์—์„œ ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ–ˆ์„๊นŒ์š”? ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ถ€๋ชจ๋‹˜์€ ๊ฐ์ •์ ์œผ๋กœ๋‚˜ ์œก์ฒด์ ์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๊ณ , ๊ดด๋กญํž˜, ์ŠคํŠธ๋ ˆ์Šค, ๊ตฌํƒ€, ํ˜•ํŽธ์—†๋Š” ์ƒˆ์•„๋น ๋ฅผ ๊ฒช์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์„. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐ›์„ ์ž๊ฒฉ์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ์„๊นŒ์š”? ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ณผํ•ด์„œ ์ž์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•ด์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์กด์žฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ„์ฒญํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์ž ๋“ค๋ฉด ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐˆ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ์„ฑ์ด ์œ ํ˜น์ ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งค์šฐ ์œ ํ˜น์ ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ž ์—์„œ ๊นจ๊ฒŒ ํ•œ ์œ ์ผํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์€ ๋ฌธ์„ ๋‘๋“œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์™€ ๋ฐ˜๋Œ€ํŽธ์—์„œ ์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์Šน๋ฆฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌธ์„ ์ž ๊ทธ๊ณ  ์˜ท์„ ๋ฒ—๊ฒผ์„๊นŒ์š”? ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด์š”. ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์— ํ˜ผ์ž ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ํ–‰๋ณตํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ์œผ๋ฉด ์ข‹์•˜์„ ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌธ์ด ๊ฒฝ์ฒฉ์—์„œ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๊ธฐ ์ „์— ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋ชธ์„ ๋– ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐ€ ๋ˆˆ์— ๋„๊ฒŒ ์ ˆ๋ง์ ์ด๊ณ  ๊ฑฑ์ •์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ์งˆ๋ฌธ๊ณผ ๋น„๋ช…์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ท€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ฑ„์› ๋‹ค.
"์•ผ, ์—ฐ์‹œ์€! ๋„๋Œ€์ฒด ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด?!"
"์™œ ํ”ผ๋ฅผ ํ˜๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด?!"
"์™œ ๋ฒŒ๊ฑฐ๋ฒ—์—ˆ์–ด?!"
"์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค๊ฐ€ ๋‹น์‹ ์—๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ง“์„ ํ–ˆ๋‚˜์š”?!"
"์ƒˆ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆํ•œํ…Œ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ง“์„ ํ–ˆ์–ด?! ๋งน์„ธ์ปจ๋Œ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด๋ฅผ ๋•Œ๋ฆด ๊ฑฐ์•ผ."
๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋•…์—์„œ ๋‚ด๋ ค์˜ค๊ณ  ์ˆ˜๊ฑด์ด ๋“ฑ์„ ํƒ€๊ณ  ๋‚ด๋ ค์˜ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋ถ„๋ช…ํžˆ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ฒญ์†Œํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค. ํ‰ํ™”๋กœ์›€์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ์— ์„œ์„œํžˆ ๋ฐ€๋ ค์™€ ์ž ์ด ๋“ค ์ •๋„๋กœ ํŽธ์•ˆํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
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"๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ธฐ์ ˆํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด, ์–˜๋“ค์•„, ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด, ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ•ด!" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์™„์ „ํžˆ ๋’ค๋กœ ์ –ํžˆ๊ธฐ๋„ ์ „์— ๋ฐ€์ณค๋‹ค. "์ž, ์‹œ์€์•„, ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋ž‘ ๊ฐ™์ด ์žˆ์–ด."
ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์˜†์— ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๊ณ  ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๊ตด๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์‹œ์€์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์žก๊ณ  ๋บจ์„ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋‘ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ์‹ธ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์ž, ์ž ๋“ค๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋ผ." ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ์˜์‹์„ ์žƒ์€ ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. "๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์•ผ! ๋‚˜ ์ข€ ๋ด!"
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ์ƒ์ฒ˜๋ฐ›๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์•„ํŒ ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ํ•œ ๋งŽ์ด ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ์ƒํ™ฉ์„ ์–ธ์ œ ๋†“์•„์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋ฅด์ณ์ฃผ์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ์ด์ œ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์•ผ ํ• ๊นŒ์š”? ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ง€ํ‚ค๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํ”ผ ์†์— ๋ˆ„์›Œ ํ˜ผ์ž ์‚ด์•„๋‚จ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ณ , ์ƒˆ์•„๋น ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค๊ณผ ์ˆ ์„ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Ÿฌ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์—„๋งˆ๋Š” ์•„๋“ค์ด ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์ง€๋‚ด๋Š”์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐ๋„ ์—†์ด ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€์— ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋ง์ด ๋˜๋‚˜์š”?
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์„ธ์ƒ์€ ํšŒ์ „ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ๊ณ , ํ†ต์ฆ์€ ์ˆจ๋ง‰ํžˆ๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋“  ํŒ”๋‹ค๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์Šด ์œ„๋กœ ๊ณ ์ •์‹œ์ผฐ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์˜ ๋ˆˆ์€ ํŽ„๋Ÿญ์˜€์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ์„ ์ง‘์ค‘์‹œํ‚ฌ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ์€ ๊ฑฐ์˜ ๋ฌด๊ฒ๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ฐ๊ฐ์€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๊ฒฝ๋ณด์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊บผ์ ธ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฐ๊ณ , ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์‹œ๋„๋Ÿฝ๊ณ , ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๊ฐ•ํ•ด์„œ ์ž…์•ˆ์— ์žˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ๋“ค์€ ์—‰๋ง์ง„์ฐฝ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ์˜ ์ˆจ๊ฒฐ์€ ์–•์•˜๊ณ  ํ์— ํƒ€๋Š” ๋“ฏํ•œ ํ†ต์ฆ๋งŒ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์™”๋‹ค.
"์—ฐ์‹œ์€, ๊ฐํžˆ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ์ง€ ๋งˆ!" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์•Œ๋žŒ์„ ๊ฐ€๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋ง ํ•œ๋งˆ๋”” ํ•  ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ์ ˆ๋ฐ•ํ•จ๊ณผ ๊ณตํฌ๋ฅผ ๋Š๊ผˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์„ ์œ„ํ•ด์„œ๋Š” ์•„๋‹ˆ๋”๋ผ๋„ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฒ„ํ…จ์•ผ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ํŒ”์„ ์žก์€ ์†์„ ๊ฝ‰ ์žก๊ณ  ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ ์  ๋” ํž˜๋“ค์–ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์˜ค๋ž˜ ๋ฒ„๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„์ง€ ํ™•์‹ ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
โ€˜๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ์–ดโ€ฆโ€™
์‹œ์€์€ ๊ทธ ๋ง์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์ •์‹ ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ชธ์„ ๋’ค๋กœ ์ –ํžˆ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์‚ฌ์ด๋ Œ์˜ ๋ฌด์˜์‹์ ์ธ ์™ธ์นจ์€ ๊ฐ•๋ ฌํ–ˆ๋‹ค. '๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํ”ผ๊ณคํ•ด.' ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ์€ ๋–จ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ž ์žฌ์ ์ธ ์˜์›ํ•œ ํœด์‹์˜ ๋Œ๋ฆผ๊ณผ ์‹ธ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์ด ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋ชธ์ด ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ”๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ณผ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ ์•ž์—์„œ๋Š” ์•ฝํ•ด ๋ณด์ด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์— ์ต์ˆ™ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ•ํ•˜๊ณ  ์˜์ง€ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ „์‚ฌ๋กœ๋งŒ ๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ค ์ด๋ฏธ์ง€์—๋„ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์“ฐ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ์ž์‹ ๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌด๋„ˆ์งˆ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
ํœด๋ฏผ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ƒ๊ฐ์—์„œ ๋Œ์–ด๋ƒˆ๊ณ , ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•œ ๋“ฏ "์‹œ์€์•„, ๋‚˜ ์ข€ ๋ด?"๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
'์ผ์€ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๋ง์„ ํ•˜์„ธ์š”.'
"๊ทธ๋ž˜. ๋„Œ ์‚ด์•„์žˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ•ด. ์ฃฝ์œผ๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋ผ!" ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ์„œ๋ ค๊ณ  ์‹œ๋„ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์‹œ์€์„ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์†์„ ๋ป—์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ๋’ค์—์„œ ์กด์žฌ๊ฐ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๊ณ , ํ—ˆํ’์ด ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ์Šค์ณ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์ฃ„์†กํ•ด์š”.โ€ ๊ทธ ์‹œ๋„๋Ÿฌ์šด ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ตฌ๊ธ‰์ฐจ์˜ ์‚ฌ์ด๋ Œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์ผ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”. ์  ์žฅ, ํœด๋ฏผ์ด ๊ตฌ๊ธ‰๋Œ€์›์„ ํ™”๋‚˜๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ๋‚˜ ๋ด์š”? ์ƒํ™ฉ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์•ฝ๊ฐ„์˜ ์œ ๋จธ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ๋“  ๋„์›€์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ์ฃฝ์„ ์œ„๊ธฐ์— ์ฒ˜ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค๋ฉด ์›ƒ์—ˆ์„ ๊ฑฐ์˜ˆ์š”.
๊ทธ๋•Œ๋„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ์€ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ง€๊ณ  ์†๊ฐ€๋ฝ ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ๋ชจ๋ž˜์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์—์„œ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ์„ธ์ƒ์€ ์ ์  ๋” ํ๋ฆฟํ•ด์กŒ๊ณ , ๋งค ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋” ํ๋ฆฟํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋“ค๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์šธ๋ฆผ์€ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์ฃผ๋ณ€์€ ๋ฉ€๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ๊ณ , ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฉ€๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ์ง€๋งŒ ํ˜„์‹ค๊ฐ์€ ๋Š๊ปด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
'์™œ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์•„ํ”ˆโ€ฆ'
๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๊บผํ’€์ด ๋‹ค์‹œ ํŽ„๋Ÿญ์˜€๋‹ค.
"๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ทธ๊ฑฐ์•ผ! ์–ด์„œ, ์‹œ์€์•„!" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์™ธ์ณค๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์ด๋ Œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ, ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์— ํœฉ์‹ธ์ธ ๊ตฌ๊ธ‰์ฐจ์˜ ๋Œ์ง„ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ, ๋ฏธ์นœ ๋“ฏ์ด ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ๋“  ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์žก์•„ ๋‹ป์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ํ˜„์‹ค ์„ธ๊ณ„์™€ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋˜๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์น˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„์›€์„ ์š”์ฒญํ•˜๊ณ , ๊ตฌ๊ธ‰์ฐจ ์•ˆ์—์„œ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํ”ผ๋กœ ๋’ค๋ฎ์ธ ์ฑ„ ์‚ฌ๋ผ์ ธ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ๊ฒ์ฃผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๋‚ ์นด๋กœ์šด ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•ด์ง€๋Š” ์ƒ๊ฐ์—์„œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ตฌ๊ธ‰์ฐจ๊ฐ€ ํšŒ์ „ํ•  ๋•Œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์ ์œผ๋กœ ํ†ต์ฆ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ด€ํ†ตํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ์€ ์˜ค๋ฅธ์ชฝ ๋”ฑ๋”ฑํ•œ ํ‘œ๋ฉด์— ๋ถ€๋”ชํ˜”๋‹ค. '๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ง„์งœ์˜€๋‹ค.' ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๊ทธ ์ž๋ฆฌ์— ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์‹œ์€์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์›€์ผœ์ฅ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ตฌ๊ธ‰์ฐจ ์šด์ „์‚ฌ์˜ ์‚ฌ๊ณผ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ์†์„ ๋งด๋Œ์•˜๋‹ค.
"์‹œ์€์•„, ๋‚ด ๊ณ์— ์žˆ์–ด์ค˜. ํฌ๊ธฐํ•˜์ง€ ๋งˆ, ์•Œ๊ฒ ์ง€? ํฌ๊ธฐํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด." ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ฐ์ •์— ํœฉ์‹ธ์—ฌ ๋“ค๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์šธ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ๊ณ„์† ๋ง์„ ๊ฑธ๊ณ  ์นœ๊ตฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ณ‘์›์— ๋„์ฐฉํ•  ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ๊นจ์–ด์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋„๋ก ๊ณ„์† ์†์„ ๋‚ด๋ฐ€์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ณ ํ†ต์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์‹ฌํ•ด์„œ ์–ด๋Š ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๊ทธ์˜ ์„ ํƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ ์  ๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์›Œ์กŒ๊ณ , ๋ชธ์€ ์„œ์„œํžˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ ์•„๋ž˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋…น์•„ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ณ„์† ์‹ธ์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ •๋ง ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ๋„ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์ง€๊ธฐ ์ „์— ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰์œผ๋กœ ํ•œ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐ์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์†์—๋Š” ์†์‚ญ์ž„์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค:
'๋‚˜๋Š” ์•„์ง ์ฃฝ์„ ์ค€๋น„๊ฐ€ ์•ˆ ๋์–ด.'
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๋ณ‘์›์€ ์œ™์œ™๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ถˆ๋น›, ๋”์ฐํ•œ ๋ƒ„์ƒˆ, ์‘๊ธ‰์‹ค ๋Œ€๊ธฐ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ์—์„œ ๋น„๋ช…์„ ์ง€๋ฅด๋Š” ์•„์ด๋“ค, ๊ฒฝ๋ณด๊ฐ€ ์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋“ฑ ์นœ๊ตฌ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์—๊ฒŒ ๊ณผ๋„ํ•œ ์ž๊ทน์ ์ธ ๋ถ„์œ„๊ธฐ๋งŒ ์ œ๊ณตํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง์›๋“ค์€ ๋งค์ผ ์ด ๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋Œ€์ฒ˜ํ–ˆ์„๊นŒ์š”? ์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ 1์ดˆ๋งˆ๋‹ค ๋Š๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ์›€์ง์ด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋Š๊ปด์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ์‹ฌ์žฅ์€ ๋ชธ์œผ๋กœ ๋Š๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„ ์ •๋„๋กœ ๊ท€๊นŒ์ง€ ๋›ฐ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ์‹ซ์–ดํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๊ณ„์† ๋ณ‘์›์— ๋ฐ๋ ค๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด. ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ง“์„ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์ •๋ง ์ง€๊ฒจ์›Œ." ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋ฉํ•˜๋‹ˆ ์ˆจ์„ ๋‚ด์‰ฌ๋ฉฐ ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด์‰ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ์˜ ์—„๋งˆ๋Š” ์ด ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์•Œ์•„์•ผ ํ•ด. ์—„๋งˆ๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋‚˜์œ ๋†ˆ๊ณผ ํ—ค์–ด์ ธ์•ผ ํ•ด."
๊ทธ๋ฃน ์ „์ฒด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋’ค์— ์„œ์„œ ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋ผ๊ณ  ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ•œ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์™€ ํœด๋ฏผ์€ ๋Œ€๋ถ€๋ถ„ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ถ™์žก๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์ง€๊ธˆ์€? ์ด์ œ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์˜ ๋ฌด๊ฒŒ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ๋‹ค. ๋‘˜ ๋‹ค ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฃน ๊ฐ„์˜ ์นจ๋ฌต์€ ์ด์ƒํ•˜๊ฒŒ๋„ ์ปธ๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€์€ ๊ทธ ์•ˆ์—์„œ ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์„ ๊ฑธ๊ณ  ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ณ  ํšจ์œจ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ผํ•˜๋Š” ์˜์‚ฌ์™€ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋“ค์˜ ์†Œ์Œ์„ ๋“ค์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์‹œ์€์ด ์•„์ง ์˜์‹์ด ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ํŒ€์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ๊ธด๋ฐ•ํ•จ์ด ๊ทธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€์ง€ ์•„๋‹Œ์ง€ ์•Œ์•„์•ผ ํ•  ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"๋„ˆํฌ๋“ค์€ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์„ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•ด?" ๊ฐ€์œจ์ด์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐˆ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์„ ์‘์‹œํ•˜๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์ฃผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ๊ธด์žฅ๊ฐ์ด ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๋‚„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๊ฐ€์œจ์˜ ์–ด๊นจ์— ํŒ”์„ ๊ฐ์ŒŒ๋‹ค. "๋‹น์—ฐํžˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ๊ฑฐ์•ผ. ์‹œ์€์ด์•ผ, ๊ธˆ๋ฐฉ ๋‚˜๊ฐˆ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ." ๊ทธ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ์–ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๊ฝ‰ ์žก์•˜๋‹ค. '๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด๊ฒจ๋‚ด์•ผ ํ•ด. ๊ทธ ์—†์ด๋Š” ์ธ์ƒ์„ ์‚ด ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด.'
๊ฐ€์œจ์—๊ฒŒ ์œ„๋กœ์˜ ๋ง์„ ๊ฑด๋„ธ์Œ์—๋„ ๋ถˆ๊ตฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์ง„์‹ค์ธ์ง€ ์™„์ „ํžˆ ํ™•์‹ ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ•˜๊ณ  ํ”ผํˆฌ์„ฑ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋œ ์–ผ๊ตด, ํ”ผ ๋ฌป์€ ์˜ท, ๊ทธ ๊ธฐ์–ต๋“ค์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์†์—์„œ ๋ฐ˜๋ณต์ ์œผ๋กœ ์žฌ์ƒ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํŠธ๋ผ์šฐ๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์„ ๊ฐ์‹ธ ์งˆ์‹ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์™œ ํ˜ผ์ž ๋‚จ๊ฒจ์ ธ ๊ณต๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋˜ ์•„์ด๊ฐ€ ์ฃฝ๊ธฐ ์ง์ „์˜ ์•„์ด์ผ๊นŒ์š”? ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹ธ์›€์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•œ ์ ์ด ์—†์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ฒฐ์ฝ” ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ์ € ๊ณต๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์„ ๋ฟ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ๊ฐ€๋Šฅํ•œ ํ•œ ๋Š๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ๊ณ„์† ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋งŽ์€ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ํ˜๋ €๋Š”์ง€ ํ™•์‹ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ช‡ ๋ถ„? ๋”์š”? ์ด์ œ 60๋Œ€์˜€๋‚˜์š”?
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋ฌธ์„ ์—ด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋น„๋ช…์„ ์ง€๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๊ตฌํ•˜๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์ตœ์„ ์„ ๋‹คํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ณ  ์ž์‹ ๋„ ๋„์™€์ฃผ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ผ์€ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋ฟ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค์„œ ๊ทธ ๋ฐฉ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ์ง์›๋“ค, ๊ทธ์˜ ์ •ํ™•ํ•œ ์ƒํ™ฉ์„ ์ฒ˜๋ฆฌํ•˜๋„๋ก ํ›ˆ๋ จ๋œ ์ง์›๋“ค์ด ์‹œ์€์„ ์ด ๋”์ฐํ•œ ์ƒํ™ฉ์—์„œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚˜๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ž๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๋ฌธ์ด ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ์—ด๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์„œ ํ”ผํˆฌ์„ฑ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋œ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค.
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์ˆจ์„ ์‰ด ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€˜์”จ๋ฐœ. ์ €๊ฑด ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ํ”ผ์•ผ.โ€™
๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์€ ๋ฉํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฌด์„œ์› ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋น ๋ฅด๊ณ  ํšจ์œจ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์›€์ง์ด๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์ด ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์— ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋“ฑ๋กํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ์กด์žฌ๋ฅผ ์•Œ์•„์ฐจ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ณด์ด์ž, ์•ฝ๊ฐ„ ๋ง์„ค์ด๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์ •์‹ ์ด ํ˜ผ๋ฏธํ•œ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"๊ทธ๋Š”-" ํ›„๋ฏผ์ด ๋‚˜์„ฐ๋‹ค. "์‹œ์€-์ธ๊ฐ€?"
๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ‘œ์ •์€ ๊ธ์ •์ ์ด์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๋Š” ์•ˆ์ •์ ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ถœํ˜ˆ์€ ๋ฉˆ์ท„์ง€๋งŒ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๊ฑฑ์ •๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ง„์ •์‹œ์ผœ์•ผ ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ์ค‘ํ™˜์ž์‹ค๋กœ ์˜ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค."
์†Œ๋…„๋“ค์€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์˜ค๋žœ๋งŒ์— ์ฒซ ์ˆจ์„ ๋“ค์ด๋งˆ์…จ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋ฅผ ์ œ์™ธํ•œ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์•ˆ์‹ฌํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ์•„์ง. "์‹œ์€์ด๋ฅผ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‚˜์š”?" ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋–จ๋ ธ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‹จํ˜ธํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค.ย 
๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ง์„ค์ด๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์ „์— ๋’ค๋ฅผ ๋Œ์•„๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๊ฑด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ •๋ง ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ์ผ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”. ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ง„์ •์ œ๋ฅผ ๋งŽ์ด ๋งž๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด-."
ย "์šฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์‹ ์ค‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ์กด์ค‘ํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค," ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ๋ผ์–ด๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋” ๋‹จ๋‹จํ•ด์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ทธ์˜ ์ ˆ๋ฐ•ํ•จ์ด ๋ถ„๋ช…ํ•ด์กŒ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ž€๋‹ค. โ€œ์ œ๋ฐœ, ์ œ๊ฐ€โ€ฆ ์•„๋‹ˆโ€ฆ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‹œ์€์„ ๋ณด๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ์„ธ์š”."ย ย ย 
๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๋งž์ถ”์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์‚ด์ง ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์ด๋ฉฐ ํ•œ์ˆจ์„ ์‰ฌ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์•Œ์•˜์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ 5๋ถ„๋งŒ ๋“œ๋ฆด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”."ย 
โ€œ์ •๋ง ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค! ์ง„์‹ฌ์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•ด์š”!โ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๋ณต๋„๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์„ ์ด๋Œ์—ˆ๋‹ค.ย 
ICU๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ์‹œ์•ผ์— ๋“ค์–ด์™”๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ํ™˜์ž๋“ค์˜ ๊ฐ€์กฑ๋“ค์ด ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์ฃฝ์ง€ ์•Š๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ„์ฒญํ•˜๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ, ์ข‹์€ ์†Œ์‹์„ ๋ฐ›์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ธฐ๋ปํ•˜๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋“ค๊ณผ ์˜์‚ฌ๋“ค์ด ์„œ๋กœ ์›ƒ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ์›ƒ์Œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์‹ซ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋ฒ„ํ…จ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ผ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์ถฉ๋ถ„ํžˆ ์ดํ•ดํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ์˜ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋Š” ๊ณ ํ†ต๋ฐ›๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„์— ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์›ƒ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„๊นŒ?
๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์ค€๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋“ , ์‹œ์€์ด ๊ทธ๊ณณ์— ์˜์‹ ์—†์ด ๋ˆ„์›Œ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๊ณ , ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ•˜๊ณ , ๋ฉ์ด ๋“ค๊ณ , ์ „์— ๋ณธ ์ ๋„ ์—†๋Š” ๊ธฐ๊ณ„๋“ค์— ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋œ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์€ ๊ฑฐ์˜ ๊ฒฌ๋””๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ผ์„ ๊ฒช์–ด๋ณธ ์ ์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ธ์›€์˜ ๋‚ ๋“ค์ด ๊ฑฐ์˜ ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ”์ง€๋งŒ, ๋ณ‘์›์—์„œ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์„ ๋ณด๋‚ธ ์ ์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๋ถ„๋ช…ํžˆ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ฒฝํ—˜์€ ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด๋ฒˆ์€ ๋‹ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์€ ์ •๋ง๋กœ ๊ณ ํ†ต๋ฐ›๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ ์ด์ƒํ•œ ๋น„ํ”„์Œ. ์ต์ˆ™ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ์ €์ฃผ์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ. ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ์ธ๊ณตํ˜ธํก๊ธฐ์˜ ๋„์›€์„ ๋ฐ›์•„ ์˜ค๋ฅด๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ํ”ผ๋ถ€๋Š” ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ •๋ง ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธํ†ต ์ฃผ์œ„์—๋Š” ๋ถ•๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๋‹คํ–‰ํžˆ ํ•œ ๊ตฐ๋ฐ๋งŒ ๋นจ๊ฐ›๊ฒŒ ๋ฌผ๋“ค์–ด ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ์นจ๋Œ€์— ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€๋ ค๋Š” ์ฒซ ๋ฒˆ์งธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ๋Œ์•„์„œ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ, ๊ทธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ์€ ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋ช‡ ๋ถ„ ์•ˆ ๋œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๊ณผํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์˜ ์นจ๋Œ€ ๋ฐœ์น˜์— ์„œ์„œ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ์˜ ๋’ค๋กœ ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ์„œ๋ผ๋Š” ์š”์ฒญ์—๋„ ๋ถˆ๊ตฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์›€์ง์ด์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ์ˆจ์„ ์‰ด ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์„๊นŒ์š”? ์‹œ์€์€ ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋‘๋‡Œ์˜€๊ณ , ํž˜๋“  ์‹œ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ด๊ฒจ๋‚ผ ๊ณ„ํš์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. '์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๊ฑธ๊นŒ์š”?'
โ€œ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์žˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ. ์ •๋ง ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•ด.โ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๊ฒจ์šฐ ๋ง์„ ๊บผ๋‚ผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
โ€œ์•ผ, ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ๋‹˜์ด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ€์•ผ ๋œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ์–ด.โ€ ํ˜„ํƒ์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ํ˜ผ๋ž€์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ๋Š์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ฏธ์•ˆํ•ด.โ€
โ€œ๋„ค ์ž˜๋ชป ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ, ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์˜ ์ž˜๋ชป๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ. ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ๋‘ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋งŒํผ ํ–ˆ์–ด. ํŠนํžˆ ๋„ˆ๋Š”.โ€ย 
ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ๊ฐ„ํ˜ธ์‚ฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๊ณผํ•œ ํ›„ ํ˜„ํƒ ๋’ค๋กœ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ”๋‹ค.
ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ๊ทธ์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์„ ์ง„์ง€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋Š” ์•„์ง ๋๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์–ด.โ€
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๊ฐ€์Šด์— ๋ถˆ์ด ํƒ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค ๋…€์„๋“ค์€ ์ž์‹ ๋“ค์ด ํ•œ ์ผ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์น˜๋Ÿฌ์•ผ ํ•˜๊ณ , ์‹œ์€์˜ ์ƒˆ์•„๋น ๋„ ๋งˆ์ฐฌ๊ฐ€์ง€์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์ด ์œ„ํƒœ๋กญ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์ค‘ํ™˜์ž์‹ค ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋ฉด์„œ, ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋˜์‚ด๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ํ•„์š”ํ•œ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์„ ํ•˜๊ฒ ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค์งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด๋–ค ๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์น˜๋ฅด๋”๋ผ๋„.
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์ œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ์–ด์ฃผ์…”์„œ ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ƒํ•œ ์ ์ด ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌ๋˜๋ฉด ๋Œ“๊ธ€๋กœ ์•Œ๋ ค์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. ์ €๋Š” ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด์— ์™„์ „ํžˆ ๋Šฅํ†ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„์„œ ๊ฐ€๋” ์‹ค์ˆ˜๋ฅผ ๋†“์น˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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Step Problems -
Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
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Whumpee: (์—ฐ์‹œ์€) Yeon Si Eun played by (๋ฐ•์ง€ํ›ˆ) 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 boyfriendโ€ฆ which wasโ€ฆ 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 Iโ€™m in denial. Sue me. (I will also refer to โ€œThe Unionโ€ as โ€œThe Allianceโ€ since thatโ€™s closer to the Korean translation) As always, there are some words in here that I didnโ€™t 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 (ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ๋ฒ„์ „): ๋งํฌ
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.
โ€œHis stepdad says heโ€™s okay, guys. Maybe we should give him some space.โ€ Gayool tried his best to comfort his friends, but Humin and Suhoโ€™s balled fists showed his efforts were fruitless.
โ€œWhy hasnโ€™t his mom answered the door? She normally answers the door when sheโ€™s home,โ€ Suho faced Humin, squinting his eyes.
โ€œExactly. Is she on a business trip? Is that why sheโ€™s not home?โ€ Humin paced up and down the stairs of Si Eunโ€™s apartment building entrance. He stopped, turning to look at the rest of the group, โ€œI have a plan. We take turns waiting to see if his asshole of a stepdad leaves. When he does, we run into Si Eunโ€™s apartment to make sure heโ€™s okay. If he is, heโ€™ll be mad, but heโ€™ll forgive us. If heโ€™s notโ€ฆ 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.
โ€œI say we do it. This guy makes me fucking nervous. I think Si Eun is in danger. If he ran into The Alliance, heโ€™s probably injured, too.โ€ Suho motioned for the group to follow him to his usual hiding spot. โ€œWe can hide here in the bottom of the playground. You can still see the front door from here.โ€
โ€œHey, why do you know where to hide, though? Weโ€™re 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.
โ€œSometimes 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. โ€˜Maybe I did? I canโ€™t remember anything. Fuck, itโ€™s cold.โ€™
It wasnโ€™t until he opened his eyes a bit more that he saw the small pool of red under his body. โ€˜Am I really still bleeding? I donโ€™t 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 hadnโ€™t 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 wasnโ€™t 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 heโ€™d 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.
โ€œHey, Yeon Si Eun! Where the fuck have you been?!โ€
โ€œWhy are you bleeding?!โ€
โ€œWhy are you naked?!โ€
โ€œDid The Alliance do this to you?!โ€
โ€œDid your stepdad do this to you?! I swear Iโ€™ll 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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โ€œHeโ€™s passing out, guys, donโ€™t let him do that, he needs to stay awake!โ€ Suho pushed on Si Eunโ€™s head before it could fully fall back. โ€œCome on, Si Eun, stay with us.โ€
Humin knelt next to Suho, catching Si Eunโ€™s head as it rolled forward, gently cupping his hands around his cheeks. โ€œCome on, you canโ€™t fall asleep.โ€ He looked into his barely-conscious friendโ€™s eyes, โ€œThatโ€™s it! Look at me!โ€
It killed Suho to see Si Eun so broken, again. Heโ€™d 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 Eunโ€™s eyes fluttered, but he couldnโ€™t 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.
โ€œYeon Si Eun, donโ€™t you fucking dare close your eyes!โ€ Suhoโ€™s 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 Suhoโ€™s hand on his arm, his grip tight, forcing him to stay awake. But it was getting harder and harder. He wasnโ€™t sure how long he could hold on.
โ€˜Stay awakeโ€ฆโ€™
Si Eun tried to follow those words, to mentally pull himself back up, but the sirenโ€™s call of unconsciousness was strong. โ€˜Iโ€™m 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 didnโ€™t care about some sort of image, but it was hard to potentially have their own confidence shattered by seeing him like that.
Huminโ€™s voice pulled him from his thoughts, voice softer but just as panicked, โ€œHey, Si Eun, look at me?โ€
โ€˜Not gonna happen, but say what you wanna say.โ€™
โ€œFuck, okay. You have to stay alive. You canโ€™t die!โ€ Humin attempted to stand, reaching towards Si Eun. He felt a presence behind him, a huff of air moving past his face. โ€œSorry, 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 wouldโ€™ve laughed if he werenโ€™t 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 didnโ€™t feel real.
โ€˜Why does this hurt so much?โ€™
His eyelids fluttered again.
โ€œThatโ€™s 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. โ€˜The voices were realโ€™. Suho was still there, his grip on Si Eunโ€™s head never wavering. The apology of the ambulance driver bounced around the inside of his head.
โ€œStay with me, Si Eun. Donโ€™t give up, okay? You canโ€™t give up,โ€ Suhoโ€™s 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 wasnโ€™t 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 couldnโ€™t keep fighting. He wanted to, so bad. Heโ€™d never thought about it before, but, before everything went black, one last thing came to him, a whisper in his mind:
โ€˜Iโ€™m 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. Suhoโ€™s heart beat all the way into his ears to a point where he could physically feel it. He hated it.
โ€œI canโ€™t keep taking him to the hospital. Iโ€™m so sick of people doing this to him.โ€ Suho, spaced out, exhaled as hard as he could. โ€œHis 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 couldnโ€™t tell if Si Eun was still conscious, but the urgency in the teamโ€™s voices told them all they needed to know, whether they wanted to know it or not.
โ€œYou guys think heโ€™s gonna be okay?โ€ Gayoolโ€™s 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 Gayoolโ€™s shoulder, โ€œOf course he will. Itโ€™s Si Eun, heโ€™ll be out of here in no time.โ€ He tightened his grip on his friendโ€™s shoulder. โ€˜He has to make it. I canโ€™t go through life without him.โ€™
Despite the comforting words he offered to Gayool, he wasnโ€™t entirely sure he was being truthful. The memory of Si Eunโ€™s 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 couldnโ€™t 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 wouldnโ€™t 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 couldnโ€™t breathe. โ€˜Fuck. Thatโ€™s Si Eunโ€™s 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.
โ€œIs he-โ€ Humin stepped forward. โ€œIs Si Eun-โ€
The nurse nodded, but her expression wasnโ€™t positive. โ€œHeโ€™s stable. We stopped the bleeding, but weโ€™re still concerned. We had to sedate him, and weโ€™re moving him to the ICU for now.โ€
The boys all took in their first breath in a long time. All but Suho. He wasnโ€™t relieved. Not yet. โ€œCan we see him?โ€ His voice shook but he kept it stern.
She hesitated again, glancing back before looking at them. โ€œItโ€™s not something we would really like to do. We had to sedate him and-โ€
โ€œWeโ€™ll be careful and respectful,โ€ Suho interrupted. His voice was firmer, hopefully making his desperation clear. โ€œPlease, just let me- sorry-, us, see him.โ€
The nurse met his gaze. She sighed, nodding slightly. โ€œFine. But I can only give you five minutes.โ€
โ€œThank 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 theyโ€™d never even seen before was almost too much. Theyโ€™d been through this before. Their fighting days were hardly behind them so theyโ€™d 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 Eunโ€™s 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 Eunโ€™s bed, unable to move despite the nurseโ€™s 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. โ€˜What happened that he would end up like this?โ€™
โ€œI shouldโ€™ve been there. Iโ€™m so sorry.โ€ Suho could barely speak.
โ€œHey, nurse says we gotta go.โ€ Hyuntakโ€™s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not your fault, Suho. Itโ€™s 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. โ€œHeโ€™s not done yet.โ€
A fire burned in Suhoโ€™s chest. Those Alliance assholes need to pay for what they did and so does Si Eunโ€™s stepdad.
As he followed his friends out of the ICU, knowing that his friendโ€™s 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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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 16 days ago
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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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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 17 days ago
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ๅฏไธๅฏไปฅ๏ผŒไฝ ไนŸๅ‰›ๅฅฝๅ–œๆญกๆˆ‘ - Do You Love Me As I Love You (2020) - Whump List - ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ผ
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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 heโ€™d 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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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {X}
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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 17 days ago
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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
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๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ทHealer >>> {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)
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๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ทFlower 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)
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๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ทBeyond 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)
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๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ทColor 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.
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๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ทThe 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)
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๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ทJoseon 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)
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๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณThe 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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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 17 days ago
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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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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 17 days ago
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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 Iโ€™m rambling lol hereโ€™s 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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love-me-a-lotta-whump ยท 17 days ago
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์ƒˆ์•„๋น  ๋ฌธ์ œ (Step Dad Problems)
Korean Version - Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
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Whumpee: ์—ฐ์‹œ์€ ์—ญ ๋ฐ•์ง€ํ›ˆ
์š”์•ฝ: ์‹œ์€์ด์™€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์ฃฝ์„ ๋ป”ํ•œ ๋ฌธ์ œ ์ดํ›„ ํ•™๊ต๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๊พผ ์ดํ›„๋กœ, ๊ทธ๋Š” ์—„๋งˆ์™€ ๋‚จ์ž์นœ๊ตฌ์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ์‚ด๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค... ์ƒํ™ฉ์ด์—ˆ์ฃ .
๋ฉ”๋ชจ๋“ค: ์ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋Š” ์›นํˆฐ์˜ ์บ๋ฆญํ„ฐ๋ฅผ ํ™œ์šฉํ•œ ๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ ์‹œ์ฆŒ 1 ์ดํ›„๋ฅผ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์œผ๋กœ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„ค, ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋ถ€์ธํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์‚ด์•„ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณ ์†Œํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. *์ €๋Š” ์ด๊ฒƒ์„ ์˜์–ด์—์„œ ๋ฒˆ์—ญํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋„ค์ด๋ฒ„ ํŒŒํŒŒ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ์šฉํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ์ด์ƒํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋Š๊ปด์ง„๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.*
์„ฑ์ˆ™๋„ ๋“ฑ๊ธ‰: ๋“œ๋ผ๋งˆ์™€ ์ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ๋ชจ๋‘ ํญ๋ ฅ์„ฑ๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ์นœ ์–ธ์–ด๋กœ ์ธํ•ด R ๋ฐ/๋˜๋Š” MA ๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์„ ๋ฐ›์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๋‹จ์–ด: 1804
์ฑ•ํ„ฐ: 1/?
์˜์–ด ๋ฒ„์ „ (English Version): ENG VER link
AO3 ๋งํฌ: emrys_lmalw
์‹œ์€์€ "์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ์€ ์•ˆ ํ•  ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ๋งŒ๋‚  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ์žˆ์–ด"๋ผ๋ฉฐ ํ—ˆํƒˆํ•ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์œ ์„ ๊ณ ๋“ฑํ•™๊ต์˜ ์ƒํ™ฉ์„ ๋‹ค๋ฃจ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๋งŒํผ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์„ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋˜ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด๋ฏธ ์ƒˆ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ๋˜ ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ๋‚จ์ž์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๊ธฐ ์ „์— ์ง‘์— ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
'๋งŒ์•ฝ ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์ฃฝ์ธ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ๋Š” ์ผ์Šน๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณผ ํ•„์š”๊ฐ€ ์—†์„์ง€๋„ ๋ชฐ๋ผ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์—„๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋ฉ์ฒญํ•œ ๋‚จ์ž์นœ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๊ณ ๋ฅผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ง€?'
"๋ฌด์„œ์› ์–ด?" ์žกํ•™์‚ด ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ๋“ค์ด ์„œ๋กœ ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ๊นจ๋œจ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์ ์  ๋” ์งœ์ฆ์ด ๋‚œ ์‹œ์€์„ ํ–ฅํ•ด ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ์•„๋งˆ๋„ 0613 24์‹œ๊ฐ„ ํŽธ์˜์ ์˜ ์นด๋ฉ”๋ผ ์•ž์— ๋ณด์ด์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค.
"๋น„์ผœ," ์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๋” ๋‚˜์•„๊ฐ€ ์•„๋“œ๋ ˆ๋‚ ๋ฆฐ์ด ๋–จ์–ด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๋ฉด์„œ๋„ ๋ชธ์„ ํ†ต๊ณผํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋„๋ก ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€์€ ๋ถˆ๋Ÿ‰๋ฐฐ๋“ค์ด ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ค์ž ํ—ˆ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฅผ ํ’€๊ณ  ํŽœ์„ ์žก์œผ๋ฉฐ ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์„ ํ–ฅํ•ด ๋Œ์•„์„œ์ž ์ต์ˆ™ํ•˜๊ณ  ์ง€์นœ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋•Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ตฐ์ธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ์„œ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‘ ๋ฒˆ์งธ ์‹œ์€์€ ๋ฐฐ์ง€ํ›ˆ์„ ํ–ฅํ•ด ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋–ด๊ณ , ๋ฐฐ์ง€ํ›ˆ์€ ๊ทธ๋„ค๋ฅผ ํƒ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋™๋งน ๊ณ ์œ„์ธต์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฐฐ์šด ๊ฒƒ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋จผ์ € ๊ทธ๋„ค๋ฅผ ํƒ€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ , ๋‚˜์ค‘์— ์งˆ๋ฌธํ•ด ๋ณด์„ธ์š”.
์•ˆํƒ€๊น๊ฒŒ๋„ ์‹œ์€์€ ์ฒ˜์Œ์—๋Š” ๋” ๋นจ๋ž์ง€๋งŒ ์ง€ํ›ˆ์ด์™€ ๊ฐ™์€ ์ˆ˜์ค€์˜ ๊ด‘๊ธฐ๋Š” ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ตœ์„ ์„ ๋‹คํ–ˆ์Œ์—๋„ ๋ถˆ๊ตฌํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์„ ์ด๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฒŒ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋Š” ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์ด ๊ณ„์† ์šธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋จผ์ € ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ์˜ ๋ฒจ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์˜€๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋‹ค์Œ์€ ํ›„๋ฏผ, ๊ทธ ๋‹ค์Œ์€ ํ˜„ํƒ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ชจ๋‘๋“ค ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ์ด์œ ๊ฐ€ ์‹ธ์›€ ์ค‘์ด์—ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ธ์ง€ ์ „ํ˜€ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ฑ„ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์ด ์‹œ์ ์—์„œ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฐ€์ •ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‚˜์š”?
์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ์ง€๋‚จ์— ๋”ฐ๋ผ ์‹œ์€์€ ์ ์  ๋” ๋งŽ์€ ํŽ€์น˜๋ฅผ ๋งž๊ณ  ํŽ€์น˜๋ฅผ ๋œ ๋งž์œผ๋ฉฐ ์šฐ์œ„๋ฅผ ์ ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ถค์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ณ€ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ์ ์  ๋” ์ž˜ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ์ถค์ด์—ˆ์ฃ . ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ด๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”.
์ง€ํ›ˆ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋”ํ‹ฐ ํ”Œ๋ ˆ์ด๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ•  ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ด๊ธฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋™๋ฃŒ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์–ด "์ž์‹ ๋งŒ์˜ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์›€์„ ๋ชจ๋‘ ๋ˆ„๋ฆด ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค"๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ์ ˆ๋ฐ˜ ํฌ๊ธฐ์ธ ์ƒ๋Œ€๊ฐ€ ํ˜ผ์ž์„œ ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋•Œ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์ธ์ •ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ์ž์กด์‹ฌ์„ ๊ตฌํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์†Œ๋ฌธ๋‚œ "ํ™”์ดํŠธ ๋ง˜๋ฐ”" ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ช…์„ฑ์ด ์ง„ํ™ํƒ•์— ๋น ์งˆ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์ด์ œ ์‹œ์€์ด ๊ณต๊ฒฉ ๋ชจ๋“œ์—์„œ ์ˆ˜๋น„ ๋ชจ๋“œ๋กœ ์ „ํ™˜ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด ์‹ธ์›€์—์„œ ์Šน๋ฆฌํ•˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ผ์€ ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์—†์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํŽ€์น˜๋ฅผ ๋œ ๋งž๊ณ  ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ๋ฐ›๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ผ๊ตด ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ, ๋ฐฐ ์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋’ค์ชฝ์œผ๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ”์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‚ด๋‚ด ์„œ ์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์ ์  ๋ฐœ์„ ํ—›๋””๋Ž ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํƒ€๊ฒฉ ์‚ฌ์ด์— ํ•„์‚ฌ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ฃผ๋ณ€์„ ์ƒ…์ƒ…์ด ๋’ค์กŒ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ณณ์—์„œ ๋„๋ง์น  ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ํƒˆ์ถœํ•ด์„œ ์ ์–ด๋„ ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์œผ๋กœ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์˜ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์ข‹์•˜์„ ํ…๋ฐ์š”.
'์  ์žฅ, ์ง€๊ธˆ ์ •๋ง ๋น„๊ฐ€ ์˜ค๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ? ๋ฌด์Šจ ํƒ€์ด๋ฐ์ด์•ผ-'
๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ์œผ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฒจ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์žฅ ๋ฐ•๋™ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ณ ๋ง‰์— ๋ถ€๋”ชํžˆ๊ณ  ๋น„๊ฐ€ ํ”ผ๋ถ€์™€ ์ธ๊ทผ ํŽธ์˜์  ์šฐ์‚ฐ์„ ๋•Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋“ฑ ์ ์  ๋” ๋“ฃ๊ธฐ ํž˜๋“ค์–ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋„๋ง์ณ์•ผ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋„์›€์„ ๋ฐ›๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•„์•ผ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์„ ์žก์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „์— ํฐ ์ฟต ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋”๋‹ˆ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ์“ฐ๋Ÿฌ์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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"๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹ธ์šฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์š”. ๋งค๋ณต ๊ณต๊ฒฉ์„ ๋‹นํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด์š”." ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์ด๋นจ์„ ๊ฐˆ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด ์œ„ํ—˜ํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋งˆ์Œ์†์œผ๋กœ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ•ญ์ƒ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ํ•ญ์ƒ ์ „ํ™”ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ์งœ์ฆ๋‚ฌ์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ•ญ์ƒ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ์ด์ƒํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"์†”์งํžˆ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฒช์€ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ผ, ํŠนํžˆ ์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค๊ณผ๋Š” ์˜๊ฒฌ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅด๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์š”. K-Maps์—์„œ ๊ทธ์˜ ์œ„์น˜๋ฅผ ํ™•์ธํ•ด ๋ณด์„ธ์š”?" ํœด๋ฏผ๋„ ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์— ์‹œ์€์˜ ์œ„์น˜๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋“ค์˜ ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ ์žฅ์†Œ์— ํ‘œ์‹œ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ž์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์”จ๋ฐœ.
"ํ•œ๊ฐ•๋Œ€๊ต์— ์™”๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๋„ค์š”. ์ง€๋‚œ 30๋ถ„ ๋™์•ˆ '๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ค‘'์ด์—ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ํ•œ๊ฐ•๋Œ€๊ต์— ๋„์ฐฉํ–ˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ•  ์ด์œ ๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด์š”." ํ˜„ํƒ์ด ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ผํ–‰์€ ์ง์„ ์ฑ™๊ฒจ ๋ฌธ์„ ๋›ฐ์ณ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๊ธฐ ์ „ ์ ˆ๋ง์ ์ธ ํ‘œ์ •์„ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ์œ„ํ—˜์— ์ฒ˜ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ์ง€๋งŒ ์ด์ฏค ๋˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฐ€์ •ํ•ด์•ผ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
ํŽ€์น˜ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ, ํ‚ฅ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ, ํ‚ฅ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ, ์‹œ์€์—๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ํ๋ ค์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์€์€ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ ์  ๋” ๋ถ„๋ช…ํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ˆจ์„ ํ—๋–ก์ด๋ฉฐ ๋งค ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด๋„ˆ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•œ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋“  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ํฉ์–ด์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ์˜ ์ฃผ์˜๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์šธ์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด์„œ ์‹ค๋ง์ด์•ผ, ํ™”์ดํŠธ ๋ง˜๋ฐ”." ๋ฐฐ์ง€ํ›ˆ์€ ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ๊ตฌํƒ€๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ํ”ผํˆฌ์„ฑ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋œ ๋ชธ ์˜†์— ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋†€๋ ธ๋‹ค. "๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•ญ์ƒ ์ž์ฃผ ๋“ฃ๋Š” ์ „์„ค์ ์ธ ํŒŒ์ดํ„ฐ๋Š” ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ์ง€?"
๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ์ง€๊ณ  ๊ณ ํ†ต์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ์ˆจ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” "์—‰ํ„ฐ๋ฆฌ์•ผ"๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋†’์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ์‹ ์Œํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””๋งŒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํ†ต์€ ๊ทธ๋งŒํ•œ ๊ฐ€์น˜๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"๋„ˆ๋Š” ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ์–ด, ๊ผฌ๋งˆ์•ผ. ๋„ˆ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ธํ•ด, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ค„๊ฒŒ. ๋„Œ ๋ฌด์ ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ฆ๋ช…ํ•ด์ค„๊ฒŒ." ์ง€ํ›ˆ์€ ์‹œ์€์˜ ์˜†๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๊ณ  ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์œผ๋ฉฐ "๋‚˜๋„ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ์ข‹์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ค„๊ฒŒ."๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ํž˜๋“ค์–ดํ•˜๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋’ค๋กœ ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ์„ฐ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด์กฐ์ฐจ๋„ ๊ทธ ๊ด‘๊ฒฝ์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ๋ชธ์„ ๋–จ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ”ผํ•ด์ž๋“ค์ด ๊ณ ํ†ต๋ฐ›๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ฆ๊ฒผ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ๋” ์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค์˜ ๋ฐœ์ „์ด๋‚˜ ๋ˆ๋ฒŒ์ด๋งŒ์„ ์œ„ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋ถ„๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€์€์€ ์ด๋นจ์„ ๊ฐˆ์•„์„œ ์ฝ˜ํฌ๋ฆฌํŠธ ์œ„์— ์†์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋†“๊ณ  ์„œ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ณ ํ†ต์ด ๋ชธํ†ต์„ ๊ด€ํ†ตํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „์— ๋•…์„ ๋ฐ€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ์„ธ๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์†Œ์šฉ๋Œ์ด์น˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์‹œ์•ผ๊ฐ€ ํ๋ ค์กŒ๋‹ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ€์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์†์—์„œ ์†Œ์šฉ๋Œ์ด์น˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ฑฐ์นœ ์ฝ˜ํฌ๋ฆฌํŠธ ์œ„๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ๋ชธ์ด ์ถ• ์ฒ˜์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ง„์ •ํ•œ ์ง€์˜ฅ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์น˜ ์šฉ์•”์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ์ •๋งฅ์„ ํ†ตํ•ด ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๊ณ , ๋“ฑ์—์„œ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ, ํŒ”์—์„œ ์†๋๊นŒ์ง€ ํผ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ํŽธ๋‘ํ†ต์ด ์„œ์„œํžˆ ๋“ค์–ด์™€ ์—‰๋ง์ด ๋œ ์ผ€์ดํฌ ์œ„์— ๋˜ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฎ์ธ ์ฒด๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์„ ํ˜๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์–ด ์ง€ํ›ˆ์ด ๋“ฑ์„ ๋Œ€๊ณ  ์„œ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ์›€์ฐ”ํ•  ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ๋” ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ํž˜๊ป ๋ˆŒ๋Ÿฌ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ์†ํ†ฑ์ด ์†๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์„ ์ž๋ฅผ ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ฃผ๋จน์„ ๋‚ ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด๋‘ ์˜ ๋‹ฌ์ฝคํ•œ ์•ˆ๋„๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žก๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜์ž ๊ฑฐ์นœ ๋น„๋ช…์ด ์ž…์„ ๋– ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์ฃฝ์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ธฐ์ ˆํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ํ™•์‹ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด ์‹œ์ ์—์„œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•„ํŒŒ์„œ ์–ด๋Š ์ชฝ์ด๋“  ๊ธฐ๊บผ์ด ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์ผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
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ํŽ€์น˜ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ, ํ‚ฅ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ, ํ‚ฅ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ, ์‹œ์€์—๊ฒŒ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์ด ํ๋ ค์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์€์€ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋ฒ„ํ‹ฐ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ ์  ๋” ๋ถ„๋ช…ํ•ด์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ˆจ์„ ํ—๋–ก์ด๋ฉฐ ๋งค ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด๋„ˆ์ง€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ํฌ๋ฏธํ•œ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๋ ธ๊ณ  ๋ชจ๋“  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ํฉ์–ด์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ์˜†์œผ๋กœ ๊ฑธ์–ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ์˜ ์ฃผ์˜๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์šธ์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์†”์งํžˆ ๋งํ•ด์„œ ์‹ค๋ง์ด์•ผ, ํ™”์ดํŠธ ๋ง˜๋ฐ”." ๋ฐฐ์ง€ํ›ˆ์€ ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ๊ตฌํƒ€๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ํ”ผํˆฌ์„ฑ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋œ ๋ชธ ์˜†์— ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋†€๋ ธ๋‹ค. "๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•ญ์ƒ ์ž์ฃผ ๋“ฃ๋Š” ์ „์„ค์ ์ธ ํŒŒ์ดํ„ฐ๋Š” ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ์ง€?"
๋ถ€๋Ÿฌ์ง€๊ณ  ๊ณ ํ†ต์Šค๋Ÿฌ์šด ์ˆจ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” "๊บผ์ ธ ์”น์ƒˆ๋ผ"๋ผ๊ณ  ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋†’์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ง์„ ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ์‹ ์Œํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””๋งŒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๊ทธ ๊ณ ํ†ต์€ ๊ทธ๋งŒํ•œ ๊ฐ€์น˜๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"๋„ˆ๋Š” ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ์–ด. ๋„ˆ๋Š” ๊ฐ•์ธํ•ด, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ์ค„๊ฒŒ. ๋„Œ ๋ฌด์ ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ. ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ฆ๋ช…ํ•ด์ค„๊ฒŒ." ์ง€ํ›ˆ์€ ์‹œ์€์˜ ์˜†๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ์— ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๊ณ  ์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ท€๋ฅผ ๋งˆ์ฃผ์นœ ์‹ ์Œ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์œผ๋ฉฐ "๋‚˜๋„ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ์ข‹์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋„ˆ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ค„๊ฒŒ."๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์„œ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ํž˜๋“ค์–ดํ•˜๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋’ค๋กœ ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ์„ฐ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์—‰๋ฉ์ด์กฐ์ฐจ๋„ ๊ทธ ๊ด‘๊ฒฝ์„ ๋ณด๊ณ  ๋ชธ์„ ๋–จ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ”ผํ•ด์ž๋“ค์ด ๊ณ ํ†ต๋ฐ›๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ฆ๊ฒผ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ๋” ์–ผ๋ผ์ด์–ธ์Šค์˜ ๋ฐœ์ „์ด๋‚˜ ๋ˆ๋ฒŒ์ด๋งŒ์„ ์œ„ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋ถ„๋ช…ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
์‹œ์€์€์€ ์ด๋นจ์„ ๊ฐˆ์•„์„œ ์ฝ˜ํฌ๋ฆฌํŠธ ์œ„์— ์†์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋†“๊ณ  ์„œ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ณ ํ†ต์ด ๋ชธํ†ต์„ ๊ด€ํ†ตํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „์— ๋•…์„ ๋ฐ€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ์„ธ๊ณ„๊ฐ€ ์†Œ์šฉ๋Œ์ด์น˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์‹œ์•ผ๊ฐ€ ํ๋ ค์กŒ๋‹ค. ์ฃผ๋ณ€์˜ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์†์—์„œ ์†Œ์šฉ๋Œ์ด์น˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ฑฐ์นœ ์ฝ˜ํฌ๋ฆฌํŠธ ์œ„๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ๋ชธ์ด ์ถ• ์ฒ˜์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ง„์ •ํ•œ ์ง€์˜ฅ์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์น˜ ์šฉ์•”์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ์ •๋งฅ์„ ํ†ตํ•ด ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๊ณ , ๋“ฑ์—์„œ ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ, ํŒ”์—์„œ ์†๋๊นŒ์ง€ ํผ์ ธ๋‚˜๊ฐ”๋‹ค. ํŽธ๋‘ํ†ต์ด ์„œ์„œํžˆ ๋“ค์–ด์™€ ์—‰๋ง์ด ๋œ ์ผ€์ดํฌ ์œ„์— ๋˜ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฎ์ธ ์ฒด๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์„ ํ˜๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋“ค์–ด ์ง€ํ›ˆ์ด ๋“ฑ์„ ๋Œ€๊ณ  ์„œ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ์›€์ฐ”ํ•  ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ๋” ์„ธ๊ฒŒ ๋ˆŒ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ํž˜๊ป ๋ˆŒ๋Ÿฌ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ๊ณ  ์†ํ†ฑ์ด ์†๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์„ ์ž๋ฅผ ๋•Œ๊นŒ์ง€ ์ฃผ๋จน์„ ๋‚ ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด๋‘ ์˜ ๋‹ฌ์ฝคํ•œ ์•ˆ๋„๊ฐ์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žก๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜์ž ๊ฑฐ์นœ ๋น„๋ช…์ด ์ž…์„ ๋– ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์ฃฝ์–ด๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ธฐ์ ˆํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ํ™•์‹ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์ด ์‹œ์ ์—์„œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์•„ํŒŒ์„œ ์–ด๋Š ์ชฝ์ด๋“  ๊ธฐ๊บผ์ด ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์ผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"๊ฑฐ์˜ ๋‹ค ์™”์–ด์š”!" ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ๋ฒฝํ™” ์‹œ์€์˜ ์œ„์น˜๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€๋ฆฌํ‚ค๋ฉฐ ์˜จ๋ชธ์— ํž˜์„ ๋‹คํ•ด ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๊ฐฑ๋‹จ์€ ๊ฑธ์Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋‘๊ทผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์นจ๋ฌต์˜ ๊ณตํฌ์— ํœฉ์‹ธ์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
ํ˜„์žฅ์— ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์˜ค๋ฉด์„œ ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์ž์‹ ๋“ค์ด ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๊ฐ์ •์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ค€๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋˜์–ด ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์€์ง€ ๊นจ๋‹ฌ์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์žก์ด๋“ค์€ ๋– ๋‚ฌ๊ณ , ์ž‘์€ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ์˜ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋•… ์œ„์˜ ๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€ ์ฃผ์œ„๋ฅผ ๋Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋“ค ๋ชจ๋‘๋Š” ๊ทธ ๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๋ฌด์—‡์ธ์ง€ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋–จ์–ด์กŒ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์—ฐ์‹œ์€!" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์ผํ–‰์„ ๋ŒํŒŒํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์™ธ์ณค๋‹ค. "์‹œ์€์•„, ๋„ˆ-" ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„œ์„œ ์นจ๋ฌต ์†์—์„œ ์‘์‹œํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
"ํŽ‘, ํ˜•, ์–ผ๋งˆ๋‚˜ ๋‚˜๋น ?" ํ˜„ํƒ์€ ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ๋ณธ ๊ด‘๊ฒฝ์„ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํ—ค์ณค๋‹ค. "์ž ๊น๋งŒ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ?"
"์ ์–ด๋„ ๋„์™€์ค„ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด?! ์  ์žฅ!" ๊ฐ€์œจ์€ ์žฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ํ˜„ํƒ์˜ ๋’ค๋กœ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ทธ๊ฑด ์‹œ์€์ด๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ."
๊ทธ๋ฃน์€ ์› ์•ˆ์— ์„œ ์žˆ๋Š” ์—ฌ์„ฑ ์ค‘ ํ•œ ๋ช…์ด ์•„์ด๊ฐ€ ์„œ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋•๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ฌด๋ฆŽ์„ ๊ฟ‡๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„, ์–˜์•ผ? ์ž์ „๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ์žก๊ณ  ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•ด๋ณผ๋ž˜?"
์•„์ด๊ฐ€ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์„œ ์ž์ „๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํƒ€๋ฉด์„œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์€ ํฉ์–ด์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•„์„œ ๋‹คํ–‰์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์ค‘์–ผ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์œจ์€ ๊ตฌ๊ฒฝ๊พผ ์ค‘ ํ•œ ๋ช…์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ์–ด๊นจ๋ฅผ ๋‘๋“œ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค, "์ด ๊ทผ์ฒ˜์—์„œ ์•ผ์ด ์ •๋„ ํฐ ๋‚จ์ž ๋ดค์–ด์š”? ์ด ์œ ๋‹ˆํผ์„ ์ž…๊ณ  ๊ฒ€์€์ƒ‰ ๋ฐฐ๋‚ญ์„ ๋ฉ”๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”." ๊ทธ๋Š” ์‹œ์€์˜ ํ‚ค ์ •๋„์— ์†์„ ์žก๊ณ  ์•„์ €์”จ์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ์ง‘์ค‘์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค.
"์•„๋‹ˆ์š”, ์ฃ„์†กํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž๋Š” ์งœ์ฆ์ด ๋‚œ ๋“ฏ ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋‚ด๋ฉฐ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"์ข‹์•„, ์ €๊ธฐ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋†ˆ์€ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชฐ๋ผ. ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชป ๋ดค๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๋„ค." ๊ฐ€์œจ์€ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์นด๋ฝ ์‚ฌ์ด๋กœ ์†์„ ๋ป—์–ด ์‹ฌ๋ฐ•์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์ƒ์Šนํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊ฐ์•˜๋‹ค.
"์ž ๊น๋งŒ, ๋„ค ์ „ํ™”๋ฒจ์ด ์šธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด!" ํ›„๋ฏผ์€ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ์—์„œ ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์„ ๊บผ๋‚ด ์ •์ฒด๋ถˆ๋ช…์˜ ๋ฒˆํ˜ธ๋ฅผ ํ™•์ธํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ์—„๋งˆ๋‚˜ ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๊ธธ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์ „ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์š”! ์—ฐ์‹œ์€์•„, ์ด ๋ณ‘์‹ ์•„! ์™œ ์ „ํ™” ์•ˆ ๋ฐ›์•˜์–ด?!" ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ํ™”๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์„œ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์ณค๋‹ค.
"์‹œ์€์ด ์•„๋น ์˜ˆ์š”. ์ง‘์— ๊ณ„์„ธ์š”. ํ•™๊ต ๊ณผ์ œ๊ฐ€ ๋งŽ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์•Œ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ๋ฐ๋ฆฌ๋Ÿฌ ์˜ค๊ธฐ๋กœ ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”." ์นœ๊ตฌ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์—๊ฒŒ๋Š” ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์˜€์ง€๋งŒ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ด์ƒํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋“ค๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"์•„๋‹ˆ์š”, ์ €๋Š” ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ์•„๋น ๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋‚ฌ๋Š”๋ฐ, ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ๊ทธ์™€ ์ „ํ˜€ ๋‹ค๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋„ค์š”."
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ์นœ๊ตฌ์˜ ์†์—์„œ ์ „ํ™”๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์‚ด๋ฉฐ์‹œ ์žก๊ณ  ์•ˆ์‹ฌ์ด ๋˜๋Š” ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. "์ด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๊ทธ์˜ ๋™์ƒ์ธ๊ฐ€์š”?" ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ์ผํ–‰์—๊ฒŒ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ์žˆ์œผ๋ผ๊ณ  ์†์ง“ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
"ํ˜•์ œ? ๊ทธ๋Š” ํ˜•์ œ๊ฐ€ ์—†์–ด. ์•„๋‹ˆ, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์˜๋ถ“์•„๋ฒ„์ง€์•ผ. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์•„๋น ๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๋ฌผํ•™์  ์•„๋“ค๊ณผ ๊ฐ™๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์•ผ."
"์•„, ์•Œ๊ฒ ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ์™€ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„๊นŒ์š”? ๊ฐ™์ด ๋งŒ๋‚˜์„œ ์ „ํ™”ํ•˜๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋ฐ›์ง€ ์•Š์•„์„œ ๊ฑฑ์ •์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์–ด์š”." ์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๋Š” ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€ ์ „ํ˜€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ํ‘œ์ •์œผ๋กœ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์„ ๋‘˜๋Ÿฌ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค.
"๊ทธ๋Š” ์†ŒํŒŒ์—์„œ ์ž ๋“ค์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋‹น์‹ ์ด ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๋ ค๋“œ๋ฆด๊ฒŒ์š”. ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์ „์— ํ† ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด์„œ ์œ„์— ๋ฒŒ๋ ˆ๊ฐ€ ์ƒ๊ฒจ์„œ ์ „ํ™”ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฑธ ๊นœ๋นกํ•œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์•„์ง€๋ฉด ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์ „ํ™”ํ•˜๋ผ๊ณ  ํ• ๊ฒŒ์š”."
์ˆ˜ํ˜ธ๊ฐ€ ์งˆ๋ฌธ์„ ๊ณ„์†ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „์— ํ†ตํ™”๊ฐ€ ์ค‘๋‹จ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์Šด์— ๋ฌด๊ฒŒ๊ฐ€ ์‹ค๋ ธ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋ฌด๊ฒŒ๊ฐ€ ํƒ€๋ฒ„๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ์ž˜๋ชป๋˜์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” ์ด์ œ ์ƒˆ ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๊ณ  ์ƒˆ ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์—ด์‹ฌํžˆ ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์–ธ๊ธ‰ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฉ์น˜ํ•œ ๋งŒํผ, ๊ทธ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ‚ค์šด ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์•„๋ฒ„์ง€์˜€์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
"ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋งŒ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ธ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์‹œ์€์ด๋ฅผ ํ™•์ธํ•˜๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐ€์ž. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์‹ค์ œ๋กœ ์•„ํ”„๋ฉด ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์ง‘์— ๋‚˜ํƒ€๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๊ฒƒ์— ์งœ์ฆ์„ ๋‚ผ ํ…๋ฐ, ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์ƒ๊ธฐ๋ฉด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์˜ค๋ž˜ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ์ง€ ๋ง์•„์•ผ ํ•ด. ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์ง€?" ํ›„๋ฏผ์ด ์ฒญํ˜ผํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€ ๊ทธ๋ฃน์€ ๋ชจ๋‘ ์†์ด ๋ฉ”์Šค๊ป๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋Š๋ผ๋ฉฐ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ๋„๋•์˜€๋‹ค.
๋ญ”๊ฐ€ ์ž˜๋ชป๋์–ด.
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"์—„๋งˆํ•œํ…Œ ๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ์ผ์œผํ‚ค๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ?!" ์‹œ์€์ด์˜ ๋ฉ์ฒญํ•œ ๊ณ„๋ถ€๊ฐ€ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์ณค๋‹ค. ์ง€๋‚œ ๋ฉฐ์น  ๋™์•ˆ ์—„๋งˆ๊ฐ€ ์ถœ์žฅ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ์Šน๋ฆฌ๋งŒ ์ง‘์— ์žˆ์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ์ง€๊ธˆ๊นŒ์ง€๋Š” ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์•˜์–ด์š”. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ง‘์— ๋น„ํ‹€๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋Œ์•„์™€์„œ ๊ตฌํƒ€๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ๋ฉ๋“ค๊ณ  ํ”ผํˆฌ์„ฑ์ด๊ฐ€ ๋˜์ž ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ํ™”๋ฅผ ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค. "์—„๋งˆ์˜ ์•„๋“ค์ด ํ•™๊ต ๊ฐฑ๋‹จ์— ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋˜๋ฉด ๊ต์œก์ž๋กœ์„œ์˜ ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ๋ช…์„ฑ์€ ์“ฐ๋ ˆ๊ธฐํ†ต์— ๋ฒ„๋ ค์งˆ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ!"
"๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฐฑ๋‹จ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”. ๊ทธ๋“ค์ด ์ด๊ฑธ ํ•˜๋„๋ก ์„ ํƒํ•œ ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—์š”. ์ž๋Ÿฌ ๊ฐˆ๊ฒŒ์š”." ์‹œ์€์€ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋‹ˆ์—์„œ ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์ด ๊ฑฐ์‹ค ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์œผ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ๋น„ํ‹€๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์Šน๋ฆฌ์˜ ๋ฐ˜์ชฝ์งœ๋ฆฌ ๊ฑฑ์ •์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ํŠนํžˆ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋ณ„๋กœ ์ข‹์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋ถ€๋‹นํ•˜๊ณ  ์›์น˜ ์•Š๋Š” ์ผ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค.
"์ ˆ๋Œ€ ์•ˆ ๋ผ์š”, ์ž๊ธฐ ์ „์— ์ €๋ž‘ ์–˜๊ธฐํ•ด ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”." ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์—์„œ ์‹œ์€์˜ ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์„ ์ง‘์–ด ๋“ค๊ณ  ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์ž์‹ ์„ ๋งˆ์ฃผ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ์ง€์ผœ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์„ ๋Œ๋ ค์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ถ€ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ๋ˆˆ์— ๋„์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ๋’ค์—์„œ ๋“ค๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ์€์€์€ ๋น„์›ƒ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋ฐฉ์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค.
'๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฑด ๊ทธ๋งŒ๋‘ฌ์•ผ ํ•ด- ๋ญ์•ผ?' ์‹œ์€์€ ๋ฉฑ์‚ด์„ ์žก๊ณ  ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ๋˜์ ธ์ง€๋ฉด์„œ ์ƒ๊ฐ์˜ ๋ˆ์—์„œ ๋ฒ—์–ด๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชธ ๊ตฌ์„๊ตฌ์„์ด ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๋‚˜๋ฌด ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ๋ถ€๋”ชํžˆ๋Š” ๋Š๋‚Œ์— ๋น„๋ช…์„ ์งˆ๋ €๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ˆจ์„ ๋“ค์ด์‰ฌ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋ชธ๋ถ€๋ฆผ์น˜๋ฉฐ ์™ธ์ณค๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ผ์–ด์„œ๋ ค๊ณ  ์• ์ผ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ฐ„์‹ ํžˆ ์ผ์–ด์„ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๊ทธ ๋‚จ์ž์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์— ๋ˆˆ์ด ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์กŒ๋‹ค.
"๋‹น์‹ ์ด ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•˜์„ธ์š”?" ์‹œ์€์ด๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์˜ ์“ฐ๋Ÿฌ์งˆ ๋ป”ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์†ŒํŒŒ ๊ทผ์ฒ˜์˜ ์˜† ํ…Œ์ด๋ธ”์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. "์™œ ๊ทธ๋žฌ์–ด์š”?" ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ตœ๋Œ€ํ•œ ๊ฒ์ด ๋งŽ๊ณ  ์นจ์ฐฉํ•ด ๋ณด์ด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ์•ฝ๊ฐ„ ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ๋ชฉ์ˆจ์„ ๊ฑธ๊ณ  ์‹ธ์šธ ๋•Œ์™€ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง€๋ฅธ ํ›„์—๋Š” ์ข€ ํž˜๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”โ€ฆ ์„ค๋“๋ ฅ์ด ์—†์—ˆ์–ด์š”.
์Šน๋ฆฌ๋Š” ํŒ”์งฑ์„ ๋ผ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์ด์ œ ์‹œ์€์˜ ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์ด ๊ฒจ๋“œ๋ž‘์ด์— ๋ณด์˜€๋‹ค. "๋ด, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋„ค ์•„๋น ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ ๋„ˆ๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์กด์ค‘ํ•˜๋Š” ๋ฒ•์„ ๋ฐฐ์›Œ์•ผ ํ•ด."
"์ง€๊ธˆ ๋‹น์žฅ์€ ์•ˆ ๋ ๊นŒ์š”? ๋งน์„ธ์ปจ๋Œ€, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์•ˆ ์ข‹์„ ๋•Œ๋Š” ๋ชจ๋‘๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์–ด." ์‹œ์€์€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ์•„๋“œ๋ ˆ๋‚ ๋ฆฐ์ด ์†Ÿ๊ตฌ์น˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋Š๋ผ๋ฉฐ ๋Œ์•„์„œ๋ ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ์•„๋“œ๋ ˆ๋‚ ๋ฆฐ์„ ๋–จ์–ด๋œจ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ์•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ์ž์‹ ์ด ์ฒ˜ํ•œ ์ƒํƒœ์—์„œ๋Š” ์‹ธ์›€์—์„œ ์ด๊ธธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ด ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.
๋ฐฉ!
์‹œ์€์ด ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ์“ฐ๋Ÿฌ์ ธ ์ฃผ๋ณ€ ์„ธ์ƒ์ด ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์กŒ๋‹ค.
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์ œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ์–ด์ฃผ์…”์„œ ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ƒํ•œ ์ ์ด ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌ๋˜๋ฉด ๋Œ“๊ธ€๋กœ ์•Œ๋ ค์ฃผ์„ธ์š”. ์ €๋Š” ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด์— ์™„์ „ํžˆ ๋Šฅํ†ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„์„œ ๊ฐ€๋” ์‹ค์ˆ˜๋ฅผ ๋†“์น˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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Weak Hero Class 1 Fanfiction
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Whumpee: (์—ฐ์‹œ์€) Yeon Si Eun played by (๋ฐ•์ง€ํ›ˆ) 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 boyfriendโ€ฆ which wasโ€ฆ 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 Iโ€™m in denial. Sue me. (I will also refer to โ€œThe Unionโ€ as โ€œThe Allianceโ€ since thatโ€™s closer to the Korean translation) As always, there are some words in here that I didnโ€™t 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 (ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ๋ฒ„์ „): ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด ๋ฒ„์ „ ๋งํฌ
AO3 Link: emrys_lmalw
โ€œWeโ€™re 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 momโ€™s boyfriend who so desperately wanted to be a step-dad already.
โ€˜Hell, maybe if they kill me I wonโ€™t have to see Il Seung Ri ever again. How could mom pick such a dumbass boyfriend, anyway?โ€™
โ€œYou 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 Storeโ€™s cameras.
โ€œMove,โ€ Si Eun started to walk away, further moving under the bridge, allowing the adrenaline to move through his body, knowing they werenโ€™t 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 thereโ€™s one thing heโ€™s learned when it comes to the higher members of the Alliance, itโ€™s swing first, ask questions later because they sure fucking will.
Unfortunately, while Si Eun was initially faster, he didnโ€™t have the same level of crazy that Jihoon possessed. Despite his best efforts, he knew he couldnโ€™t beat this guy. On top of all that, he could hear his phone ringing over and over again. First, it was Suhoโ€™s ringtone, followed by Humin, then Hyuntak. Everyone was calling him, having no idea the reason he couldnโ€™t pick up was because he was in a fight.
At this point, canโ€™t 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 โ€œhe couldnโ€™t have all the fun to himselfโ€, saving his pride from admitting his opponent, who was half his size, was beating him all by himself. Canโ€™t have his reputation getting drug through the mud because of the rumored โ€œWhite 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.
โ€˜Fuck, 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 storeโ€™s 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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โ€œHeโ€™s in a fight. Heโ€™s 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.
โ€œI want to say I disagree but honestly with everything weโ€™ve been through, especially with those Alliance guys? Check his location on K-Maps?โ€ Humin was also on his phone, hoping to see Si Eunโ€™s location marked at their hangout.
Fuck.
โ€œIt says heโ€™s at the Han River Bridge. Heโ€™s been โ€œon his wayโ€ for the past thirty minutes. Thereโ€™s 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 wasnโ€™t 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 wasnโ€™t 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.
โ€œIโ€™m disappointed, to be honest, White Mamba,โ€ Bae Jihoon teased as he knelt next to Si Eunโ€™s beaten and bloody body. โ€œWhereโ€™s that legendary fighter I always hear so much about?โ€
Through broken, painful breaths, Si Eun spoke up, โ€œGet fucked.โ€ He groaned as he spoke but the pain was worth it if he could get one last word in.
โ€œYouโ€™re funny, kid. Youโ€™re tough, Iโ€™ll give you that. Youโ€™re not invincible and I can prove it to you,โ€ Jihoon laughed as he pressed his knee into Si Eunโ€™s side, relishing in the groans that met his ears, โ€œIโ€™m in a good mood, though, so Iโ€™ll 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 wasnโ€™t 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 couldnโ€™t do it anymore. A raspy scream left his mouth as he started to allow the sweet relief of darkness to take him over. He wasnโ€™t 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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โ€œWeโ€™re almost there!โ€ Humin pointed at the mural Si Eunโ€™s 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.
โ€œYeon Si Eun!โ€ Suho called out as he broke through the group of people. โ€œSi Eun, are you-โ€ He stopped in his tracks, standing and staring in silence.
โ€œFuck, hyung, how bad is it?โ€ Hyuntak ripped through the group of people to take in the sight Suho just had. โ€œWait what?โ€
โ€œCan you guys help him up, at least?! Shit!โ€ Gayool quickly moved up behind Hyuntak, finally taking everything in. โ€œThatโ€™s not Si Eun, though.โ€
The group watched as one of the women standing in the circle knelt down to help the child stand. โ€œAre 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, โ€œHey, 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 Eunโ€™s height, looking intently into the manโ€™s eyes.
โ€œNo, sorry,โ€ The man huffed, seemingly irritated that he was asking.
โ€œOkay, so the asshole over there doesnโ€™t know what happened to him. Says he didnโ€™t see anything.โ€ Gayool ran his hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut with his rising heart rate.
โ€œHold on, my phoneโ€™s ringing!โ€ Humin whipped his phone out of his pocket to see an unidentified number. Hoping it was Si Eunโ€™s mom or dad somehow, he elected to answer it.
โ€œYo! Yeon Si Eun, you sick fuck! Why werenโ€™t you answering your phone?!โ€ Suho yelled, visibly angry.
โ€œThis is Si Eunโ€™s dad. Heโ€™s 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.
โ€œNah, Iโ€™ve met Si Eunโ€™s dad and you sound nothing like him.โ€
Suho gently grabbed the phone from his friendโ€™s hand, looking at him with a reassuring smile. โ€œIs this his brother?โ€ He motioned to the rest of the group to stay quiet.
โ€œBrother? He doesnโ€™t have a brother. No, Iโ€™m his stepdad. I just say dad because heโ€™s like a biological son to me.โ€
โ€œAh, gotcha. Can we talk to him? We were supposed to hang out and tried to call him but we got worried since he didnโ€™t answer,โ€ Suho looked around to the other guys, all looking clueless as to what was going on.
โ€œHe fell asleep on the couch but Iโ€™ll let him know youโ€™re worried. He was throwing up a second ago so I think heโ€™s got a stomach bug and forgot to call you. When heโ€™s better Iโ€™ll 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.
โ€œI say we wait for a day then go check on Si Eun. If heโ€™s actually sick, heโ€™ll be irritated that we all showed up at his house but if heโ€™s in trouble we shouldnโ€™t 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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โ€œYouโ€™re out there causing trouble for your mom?!โ€ Si Eunโ€™s 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. โ€œYour momโ€™s reputation as an educator will be thrown in the trash if people find out her son is out here being in school gangs!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not in a gang. I didnโ€™t choose for them to do this. Iโ€™m going to bed,โ€ Si Eun stumbled, his phone falling out of his pocket onto the living room floor. He appreciated Seung Riโ€™s half-concern but it was unwarranted and unwanted, especially since he felt like shit.
โ€œAbsolutely not, you will speak with me about this before going to bed,โ€ he grabbed Si Eunโ€™s 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.
โ€˜He 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.
โ€œWho do you think you are?โ€ Si Eun nearly collapsed but caught himself on the side table near the couch. โ€œWhy 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 yelpedโ€ฆ Not super convincing.
Seung Ri crossed his arms, Si Eunโ€™s phone was now visible in his armpit. โ€œLook, I hated to do that but you need to learn to respect me now that Iโ€™m your dad.โ€
โ€œCan we not do this right now? I swear, everyone has a problem with me when Iโ€™m the least in the mood.โ€ Si Eun tried to turn around, again, feeling his adrenaline kicking in. Once again, he knew he wasnโ€™t going to drop it but he also knew that in the state he was in, there was no way heโ€™d win in a fight.
BOOM
Si Eun was suddenly on the floor, the world around him going black.
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