Devil's Music

The door of the annex was closed and Byeong-jun, who came inside, ran up to the gun and shook his neck.

“You bastard!! My life has been reduced by you for a month! You should have told me before, asshole! ”

As I expected Byung-jun to be caught by the collar, he smiled a lot and rolled his eyes and looked at Kiska standing beside him.

Kiska flinched as Byung-jun grabbed the collar, but when she saw the smiling face, she looked up again, expressionlessly.

“Hahaha!! I was just messing around because I wanted to see you freaked out. ”

“What!! You bastard!! No, no, no! Where's the bathroom? ”

“Yes? It's that way. In a hurry?”

“That's not it, you bastard! I think I'm a little tired of being scared! Let me change my panties! ”

Seeing the tissue member rush to the door and open the carriers and pull out his underwear, he smiles, blocking his nose.

“Aye! Grown-ups! Kiska, Gigi. Let's stay away. ”

Gun grabbed Kiska's hand and retreated. Bottle Joon with a red face jumped into the bathroom with his panties in one hand.

“Come out and see! You bastard!! ”

With a big smile, Kiska looked at the bathroom door where Byeong-jun disappeared with a large gaze. As Kiska tilted her head for a moment and looked up again, she was still smiling with tears.

He sat next to Kiska and smiled as he thought, "If I pee in my pants, the shotgun will smile."

The brief eye contact with Kiska wrote a sentence below the sentence on the sketchbook. Kiska had a curious eye for action. He wrote a few lines of sentences and showed them to Kiska.

♪ I would be the sunlight in your universe ♪

(I will be the light of your world.)

Sweetheart, if I could change the world.

(O Lord, if only I could change the world.)

I noticed that the sentence he wrote was written in English above the sentence written by Kiska who was watching the sentence he wrote. Kiska, who didn't know what it meant, smiled as she looked at the gun with big eyes.

“I've written the next sentence of the lyrics written by Kiska. Do you like it?"

Kiska makes a brief eye contact with the gun and looks back at the sketchbook. Kiska reaches out her hand, looking for a moment to ponder.

Gun glances at Kiska's scruffy hands, smiling and extending his pen.

“You mean give me a pen? What, you don't like it? ”

Kiska sits with her legs straight, placing a sketchbook on her thighs, and adds another line under the sentence.

And I know there 'll be no more tears in heaven.

(And I know there will be no more tears in heaven.)

Gun laughed as soon as he saw what Kiska wrote.

“Wow! My 10-year-old Kiska! Look at your writing skills! Maybe I'll be a literary writer in the next century! What else, what else is on your mind? ”

Kiska looked a little worried and looked at the picture of her mother hanging on the wall far away.

I looked excited and waited quietly when I saw her picture at the end of Kiska's gaze. Kiska couldn't take her eyes off her mom's picture, so she picked up her sketchbook and started writing sentences again.

If I could be Your child even for a day.

(If only I could be your child for one day.)

I'd take you as my queen.

(I could take you as queen.)

Seeing the sentence written by Kiska quietly made a heartbreaking face.

"The heart of Kiska…… This was the heart of Kiska. ’

After Kiska wrote the sentence, she quietly looked down at the sketchbook. Bottle Joon, who had red face, jumped out as he tried to tighten his back again or opened the bathroom door.

“You…… you!! Kim Gun!!! ”

Bottle Joon ran like a pig when he saw Gun getting ready to run away from the couch, but soon after he got rid of the army, it was a quick struggle for a fit body and stamina.

Thanks to the quick evasion, Byeong-jun, who was stuck on the couch, ran around the house to catch the running gun.

Byeong-jun, who was chasing around the house with a smile for less than 10 minutes, was exhausted and sat down on the couch.

“Huff, huff. Son of a bitch, did you only learn to run away in the army? Huff. That was fast. Ugh. ”

“Brother, we have Kiska, so speak English. ”

Byung-jun sat next to the couch and looked at Kiska, who could not take her eyes off the sketchbook.

“I've been meaning to ask you. Who is this?”

Gun smiles, in a position to run away without slowing down his guard.

“Gregory's daughter. Kiska Miochi, this year's 10-year-old girl. ”

“Hey, you're out of stamina. I'll stop. Don't run. Come and sit down. ”

“How can I trust you? Then I'm going to attack.”

“Ah! It's true! ”

When I slowly approached the couch, I put my hands on my knees so that I could jump at the end of the couch, and Bottle Joon who saw him disappeared.

“By the way, man. So, who's Gregory? ”

The gun points to the floor with its index finger.

“The owner is Gregory. ”

“Huff!! The owner's daughter? Then don't, Mafi...! ”

When Gun hurriedly put his finger on his mouth, Byung-jun stopped talking before spitting the word "mafia." He looked down at Kiska with astonished eyes.

“This pretty doll-like girl... Is she really the boss' daughter? ”

Although the case was pronounced boss, unlike in Korea, it was also commonly used by employer supervisors in the United States, and Kiska's nanny gave Gregory the same title, so she nodded.

“Yes, it is. ”

“W-why is he here? ”

“You know me, don't you, Kiska? ”

Although Gun raised his head to Kiska and asked for his consent, Kiska was still looking at the sketchbook.

“But why does she have so few words? ”

The gun gives you an impression, then stands up and walks to the window. When Byung-jun saw the signal, he looked at Kiska still looking down at the sketchbook and approached the case. Gun stands at the window and folds his arms together.

“I can't talk. ”

Byeong-jun looked surprised and looked back at Kiska sitting on the couch and whispered small.

“Why, a congenital disorder? ”

“No, I lost my mother in the Mafia War when I was six. I lost my horse after that. ”

“What? Well, like……. ”

“Be careful in front of the child. I'm not good at expressing emotions, but I'm doing it a little bit. I can't talk yet, but I'm sure I'll be able to hear him someday. That's what I believe. ”

“Y-yeah, I got it… but more than that…. ”

“Hmm? Why? ”

Byeong-jun's hand grabbed the back of the case slowly.

“I got you, you bastard. ”

The gun spills an awkward smile and notices.

“Ahh... Ah-ha-ha, what is it! You said you wouldn't!”

Byung-jun smiled and said.

“Well, I'm not gonna lie to you. From now on, the thirty I piss my pants the day after tomorrow, motherfucker! Take it! Cobra Twist, trained to watch a multidisciplinary boxing site for hours! ”

Bottle Joon, who quickly tucked his leg between his legs, shrugged as he shrugged.

“Khhh!!! It hurts, bro! Surrender! Surrender! ”

Even though he was much smaller than the gun, he cried out for surrender because he couldn't win against him who had a sturdy body close to 90 kg to healthy black skin, but he laughed and bowed even more.

“From now on, it's payback for my new pants I bought coming to the United States. Avenge my drawers for 118 yuan a piece! ”

“Grrrgh!! It really hurts! Really!”

As Byeong-jun, who had broken his body for a long time, hurled his gun and smiled at the winner, he fell to the ground and touched his neck and back.

“Oh, it really hurt. ”

“Kuhaha, next time you're joking, I'll show you Darth Choke or Triangle Choke. ”

“Lady, what is that? ”

“You want to see it now? ”

“Ah! No! No, thank you! ”

He hurriedly shakes his hands, looking at the gun and smiling. He reached out his hand, raised his gun, and slapped his back.

“The song you sang earlier. ”

I frowned and asked if the gun still hurts my back.

“Ugh, yeah, what's with the song? ”

“I heard you singing, but you wrote it, right? ”

“Yes, I made it today. ”

“Ugh, today? ”

“Yes, in the garden. Oww, my back really hurts! ”

“No, hold still. You wrote that song today? So you haven't done any organizing or trimming or anything? ”

“Was there time for that? ”

“Phew...... This guy wasn't like this in high school, but he was a monster. ”

The gun grabs your head and snaps your neck, making a woodchuck. He looked at Bottle Joon for a lot of frowns to see if he was sick.

“But why that song? ”

Byeong-jun thought for a moment and said.

“Did you finish that song? ”

The gun opened its eyes wide and asked.

“No? Is it possible that the song you wrote today will already be completed? ”

“Well…… would you like to do a digital single presentation when the song is finished? ”

I asked him if the case was temporarily blocked.

“The song you sang earlier? That's what Kiska wrote in her sketchbook, half-improvised. ”

Byeong-jun folded his arms and gave a serious look.

“There are three singers that this brother dug up while you were in the army. All three of them are in the top three Baidu charts. One of them was in first place for four weeks. That's why I got promoted from fantasio to director. And then my ears gave me a signal. This song has to be played. ”

The gun clung to Byeong-jun's serious words, making a serious face and thinking about it. I was thinking about it a lot, and Kiska was sitting on the couch. I looked behind Kiska for a moment and told Byung-jun.

“I want Kiska to write the lyrics. ”

“You take care of that. What I need is your song, not a lyricist. ”

“It's a meaningful song to tell the story of Kiska. ”

Byeong-jun looked slightly surprised and looked at Kiska, thinking about the girl's situation, then nodded.

“Okay, I'll take care of the rest with Director Lynn. Let's record what we're practicing before we finish the song and send it to Director Lynn. They'll give us a strategy, because Director Lynn is the best. ”

While Byeong-jun and Gun were talking, the hand of Kiska, who was sitting on Dukerni's couch alone, moved. Kiska, who was writing something for a while, put the sketchbook aside and looked back at the case and Byeong-jun, expressionlessly. The sketchbook left on the couch had a new sentence written under Kiska's sentence.

If I could be Your child even for a day.

(If only I could be your child for one day.)

I'd take you as my queen.

(I could take you as queen.)

♪ But for now I find ♪

(But now I know.)

It's only in my dreams.

(That it's just my illusion.)

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