Life, Once Again!

That would be difficult, as the lawyer said. Im Yun stuttered his hands and found a headache medicine. The manager tells me to eat one bag, but not one bag. I shoved the medicine in my mouth and drank water. How did this happen? I wanted to get out of the hospital, but I couldn't because I knew I would be summoned the moment I left here. Ironically, the pain of beating the body was the only lifeline.

“Hey, it's me. Hello, hello? ”

Mi-yoon tried to throw her phone against the wall and held back. I dialed all the important numbers I kept in my address book. There were only two responses. Just don't answer it or call me as soon as you get it, and hang up.

“Bastards. ”

Nothing happened. As soon as he met a competent lawyer, he said the deferral would be difficult. He shuts up to ask if it's not competent. It was hard to get a lawyer. It was because of news that YM and Sung-gu Park were at the center of the incident. If you dismiss the lawyer who came to you, all that remains is the president's office. We had to avoid that.

I contacted the familiar panel, but the reaction was cold. They eat hard when they give, and they don't know how to spit. I told him that I was going to die with him, but instead, I put a gravel on him to try it. One prosecutor threatened to show me how to wrap up the family members properly. It was foolish to fight against them even after the anger broke. It was their responsibility to prove their sins and to punish them. I don't know if I had the strength, but I was more afraid of the law than when I became a Fallen Duck Egg.

I put my finger between my hair and grabbed it lightly. Because I couldn't dye my hair, I pulled it out like a weed. Miyun snaps her fingers, screaming. It was over ten days since I looked in the mirror, and the nightmares that began on the first day of the new year did not end.

The phone next to the pillow cried. Mi-yoon answered the phone fearlessly. hoping that someone who pitied him would lend him a helping hand.

How are you?

“Representative Hong. ”

Close your lips. Three days ago, I saw a brief news report that Representative Hong was incarcerated. It was shorter and fainter than highway information that the Olympic road was stagnant. Now people won't remember the sex trafficking of celebrity promoters. I just remember the pimp work of the actor Im Yun.

- The news is raging, the world is running wild. When did I ever appoint you as a national actor?

“Because of you. You made me what I am. He sold me out to cover your story! I know!”

- Oh, God, you're breaking my heart. But there's no denying that. Thanks to you, it's been awkward to divorce my wife.

“Just divorced? ”

- It may only be for someone like you who's failed, but it means a lot to me. for the first time. I can tolerate it if I think it's a prison sentence for the High Return, but not a divorce. There's a scratch on the human part that I cleaned up. I find that very offensive.

“You're shitting me. I'm not gonna die like this. We're gonna make it to the end. We're gonna do everything we can to make sure you don't get out of there comfortable. Do you understand?”

- Do whatever you want, but I wonder what you can do with a slave who doesn't have one.

Your throat tightens. Suddenly you can't breathe. The doctor said to get some rest, and it tickled my ears. The TV sound faded.

- And I hired someone I know to look into your tax affairs. You did well in your family's name. I mean, one principle I must uphold. Let's give back what we got. I'll make you feel more comfortable being incarcerated like me.

The phone is disconnected, and there's a silly smile. Mi-yoon stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked straight at her face. The grandmother stared at herself with a sigh of horror.

Knock knocking at the door of the hospital room. Mi-yoon slowly looks at the door. What is the manager standing outside doing? I don't know if I've forgotten to stop whoever's coming.

“Sir, you have a visitor. ”

The manager said, "Customer?" Mi-yun clapped her trembling hands. The manager stepped aside calmly meant he was a very friendly and important person. Maybe you're trying to change your mind. I grabbed the door hook with joy.

“It's been a long time, Im Yun. ”

“You, you……. ”

Mi-yoon was unable to connect the words. It was Choi Mi-yeon standing at the door. Why did this person come here? The best reporter didn't come inside just to say hello. Mi-yoon saw her hands tremble. I was sure he was scared. I was about to open my mouth to find out the purpose of my visit. A man in a watch, clearly expensive in a charcoal-colored suit, wearing a flat head, led reporter Choi into the room. Mi-yun couldn't even think of stopping him. As soon as I saw the lightly greeting man, I intuitively realized that my mouth should not be dull.

“Excuse me, I'm lawyer Sung-gu Park. ”

As soon as she heard the name, she felt relieved from her knees. He was one of the main actors who pushed himself to the extremities. That means... The head returned to reporter Choi by itself. She stands with a bag of paper on top of the drawer.

It was hard to understand the situation. Why did Park Sung-gu bring the reporter Choi?

“You're late for the bathroom. ”

It was the chairman who followed. Mi-yoon pushed reporter Choi and stood in front of the president. The chairman opened his eyes wide. I fell facedown on my knees without a thought.

“Sir, sir. Please save me once. I can't fall like this. It can't fall. ”

“This actor makes people feel embarrassed. You should start by welcoming guests instead of me. Journalist Choi is waiting for you. ”

“Choi, Journalist Choi? ”

“Come on, get up. ”

Mi-yoon jumps up and down. The knee that touched the marble floor was sore and sore, but I couldn't afford to tear it down. After Park Sung-gu, he came to the hospital room. It was not a normal job. Besides, you call her a guest.

“Lee Mi-yoon. ”

Reporter Choi said. I couldn't feel it.

“I wish I could live like that for the rest of my life. Never be happy. Don't ever be happy again. Live like that, quietly, quietly. ”

Choi said in a trembling voice. The accident circuit, which had been stopped by the headache, was restored in no time. Journalist Choi must have known that the beginning of his life to end was Im Yun. Mi-yoon examined the president and Park's lawyer with his eyes. The calculations are done. It was the journalist Choi who was holding my life in his hands.

“Journalist Choi, no, Mr. Choi Mi-yeon. I was wrong. I had no choice then. I knew you were a really talented and brilliant journalist, and I wanted to help, but I couldn't. ”

“Why couldn't I? ”

“There was a situation. I'm a victim, too. I was hit by the power logic that made Mi-yeon difficult. I still regret deceiving Miyeon. So... ”

Journalist Choi's lips stuck together without any gaps. Miyeon realizes that the exit is blocked. Choi pulled out a small potted plant from the paper bag.

“Take it. I think you need it. ”

Miyun looked at the small planter. At that time, it was the potted plant I bought when I went to Journalist Choi's flower shop. His writing struck the retina. Business flourished. I felt my bladder tightened. It was a horrible sensation that twisted the joint of the spine. My hands trembled. The potted plant that I was holding fell on the floor and scattered dry soil on the marble floor.

“This is something you can't help, right? I did this, you going to jail. ”

Reporter Choi no longer trembled. His voice returned to that enthusiastic journalist many years ago. Mi-yoon sat on the floor. You hear the president's voice from behind.

“You should have been nicer. ”

Tsk, tsk, the sound of the chairman's tongue was like the sound of iron clacking as handcuffs clashed. Reporter Choi lowers his head slightly and tries to leave the room. Mi-yoon's knees grabbed the bottom of reporter Choi.

“Just once, just once forgive me. It'll only take one. Please, think you can save this old man and have mercy on him once. You're the best reporter ever. Reporter Choi, Reporter Choi. Please forgive me this once. I'm a bitch. I'm a bitch. But people can change. If you let me live, I'll live like a rat. So please, just give me one chance. Please forgive me once. ”

Mi-yoon looked up at the reporter Choi. Journalist Choi opened his mouth, looking down the hall. Her eyes do not tremble at all.

“You should have given it to me six years ago. Then you wouldn't have gotten hurt like this. ”

Reporter Choi showed me his wrist. There were dozens of thin, long scars around his wrists. Miyun was unable to hold on to her leaving. I can't feel my fingers.

“Pay your dues, actor. ”

The chairman smiled and clapped his shoulders.

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Wow, the sky was so clear today.

I heard the fine dust went all the way to Japan, I guess.

It's been a long time since I've seen a real autumn sky.

Clear. Clear.

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