Ding dong
At that moment, the bell in the medical room rang and I instinctively turned my head toward the door.
Although I was extremely cautious, I tried to stop him by telling him to be careful and not to worry about him being an outsider as he approached the door without hesitation, but he eventually opened the door.
He prepared to pull the jackknife out of his ankle in case of danger, but instead of an outsider, he was greeted by a familiar box, snuggled tightly into his arms. "Hmm... why familiar?" you ask. "Because whenever I order medicine, it always comes in that box." What I'm saying is, it's medicine again.
"No, medicine again? Oh... Boss, haven't you heard of our medical office? The medical office is overflowing with medicines, so how come you don't spend a day ordering medicines like that every day? Hey, do you know that our medicines are so overflowing that they can't even be compared to other organizations?"
"Yes, I know very well. How did you know? Boss, I'm not sure if I should come to our medical room every year or not. You caught it perfectly, Sniper. If you have that level of reasoning ability, why didn't you become a hacker instead of a sniper?"
After his words, I couldn't respond. "Just sayin'" is the word used in situations like this. They say it's used when you don't want to say something or want to hide something... So, all I can say to him now is "just sayin'."
When I think about it again, why did I become a sniper?
No, from the beginning, I wasn't a sniper. I was just a regular punk in the organization. But I realized that my rank was unrecognized and insignificant, so from then on, I trained like crazy. I went into a frenzy, desperate to join a rank that was recognized everywhere.
So, rumors spread that I was the owner of the shooting range, so I trained and practiced as if I lived there. Fortunately, my efforts paid off and I was promoted to sniper, but really, they only recognized me. Not my skills, but my name, just my name. I hadn't fought so desperately just to have my name called by the boss, but suddenly, my feelings of injustice overflowed... My eyes quickly turned red, and I decided I couldn't let him see it, so I turned my head away.
Perhaps I was so absorbed in reminiscing about the past that I didn't even hear the sound of his shoes as he walked towards me.
I didn't eat well, so I thought my thin hands had some strength, but it was probably enough to turn my stiffly fixed head towards him.
The sudden turn of my head and the sudden meeting of his face were so delightful, so savior-like, that I felt a couple of drops of clear liquid flowing from my red eyes. I tried to turn my head again, but it seemed like his strength in holding my head was stronger.
"Why, why are you crying? Did the words I blurted out without thinking hurt you, Sniper? I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry, Sniper. It's true, please believe me."
He must have thought my tears were his fault. Slowly, his eyes closed, then rose, and he bit his lip hard. I slowly shook my head. I wanted to say no, that it wasn't his fault, but the salty tears streaming down my face prevented me from speaking. I wanted to tell him, even if it was just a nod of my head, that it wasn't his fault.
After crying for a while, I finally calmed down. I sniffled a couple of times, still not quite calm, and fanned my reddened eyes with my hand to bring them back to normal. Then, I noticed right away that he was constantly glancing at me, even while doing his own work, as if he was so bothered by my tears.
"... Oh my, I cried so much. Did I rude you? If so, I'm sorry... It's all my fault."
" ...don't you?"
"Huh? If it's an apple, then already..."
" ... informal speech...!! "
" yes? "
"...Why do you use formal language? Does it make me uncomfortable? Why don't you use informal language?"
"Oh, I was like, 'Oh no.' I guess he took it that way because I had just spoken to him in a respectful manner. It was strange to find fault with him for starting a conversation like this. It still is, and this is a truly bizarre medical institution.
And then he came striding towards me, rummaging through the drawers, putting something in his pockets, and the closer he came, the more my back moved away from the sofa.
widely
He grabbed my arm, showed me my palm, and handed me six vitamins with characters engraved on them. I was so flustered and dumbfounded that I looked up at him, as if wondering what they were. He then handed me the vitamins he always gave to families with children when they dropped them off at the shelter.
I was so suspicious of that statement that I asked if that was really all, but he added that the children always start crying when they come, so he gives them to me after that, and that he also gave it to me because he had just cried.
"Oh my, I'm so grateful I'm dizzy? But what, the kids of the gang members? Are you crazy? Does the boss know? No, who the hell is this? Is your liver swollen? Have you seen a crazy person bringing kids into the gang? Shouldn't you tell the boss or the vice boss about this?"
" ...Boss."
"Yeah, you want to tell the vice-boss? I'll tell him right away. That guy's been hunted down now."
"Huh? No, hey...!! "
bang
Before he could even yell at me, I was heading to the vice-boss's office, and it was our organization's pot-bellied vice-boss who asked what was wrong with me when I stopped by the vice-boss's office after a long time.
"No, Vice-Boss. I heard there's someone in our organization who brings children to work. Who on earth is that? Who would bring children to such a dangerous place? I think he should be punished immediately."
" ... Oh my gosh, if that were me, what excuse would you give me now?"
What kind of nonsense is this? I came here to question the author who brings his child to work, but he is the vice-boss? At the vice-boss's words, thunder with the volume turned up to 100 was pounding in my head.
How, how should I handle this... I've already said all the gossip about that author. Well, I didn't just relay what I said to him, I filtered it out, so it's all a bit harsh, but I've already made so many shocking remarks that were so demeaning to the vice-boss.
"Oh my gosh,... I heard you were stuck in the infirmary before you were promoted to sniper... Yeah, that little Jeon Jungkook seems to be having a hard time treating the kids by himself these days. You should volunteer. As punishment for my being demoted, hehe."
I had no choice. Knowing that responding to the vice-boss would result in an even more horrific punishment, I ruminated on Jeon Jeong-guk, the one who told me to go and speak to the vice-boss in the first place, and then, grumbling, I head to the infirmary.
Then, when I saw Jeon Jungkook asking why I was opening the door so agitatedly and if I would take responsibility if the door broke, I ran over to him and hit him in the head. It must have hurt quite a bit, because he let out a faint groan and grabbed the head I had hit, asking why I was hitting him. Then I told him what I had done, and he looked dumbfounded and chuckled at me again. I think this every time, but his laughter was truly full of unluckiness.
"I was definitely going to tell you, Sniper, that they were the Vice-Boss's children, but the person who didn't listen to me until the end and left first... What was their name? Did they say they were going to be kind to me? And that's why you hit me? You'll have to pay for that, Sniper."