I fell in love with my boss.

Mokpo

-You've recovered a lot. You can be discharged now.

Junmyeon bowed his head repeatedly, expressing his gratitude to the medical staff whose expressions had brightened significantly.

When Minseok didn't wake up, Junmyeon said he didn't wake up, and when he did wake up, he said he woke up, and Junmyeon's eyes were swollen from crying all day.

김준면

Brother, let's go back to Mokpo now. The kids were so worried when they heard the news that Boss was injured.

김민석

...Junmyeon.

Minseok said in a hushed voice.

김민석

I think I'll quit this job now. I think I've saved enough money, and things will still be fine without me.

I've been contemplating this for a long time since I was admitted to the hospital. Should I continue this gangster behavior?

김준면

No, bro. What are you talking about?

Junmyeon asked with wide eyes.

김민석

Isn't that what you were hoping for?

At those words, Junmyeon coughed loudly as if he had been stabbed.

김민석

I'm turning thirty soon. I'm going to live an ordinary life.

Junmyeon nodded at Minseok's bitter smile.

김준면

But bro, if you don't do this, what are you going to do for a living?

김민석

Mokpo Gagakko, don't bother with your mother's store. You can't do anything else right now anyway.

김민석

I won't give you any personal greetings. Please take good care of Baekbeom, Junmyeon.

Junmyeon smiled faintly at Minseok's smile. It was what Junmyeon had hoped for, though it was sooner than expected.

김준면

Is it okay if I go with those kids sometimes?

Junmyeon asked cautiously.

김민석

It's a restaurant, so customers are welcome. Come anytime. Just don't cause a scene, okay?

I came by car, but I took the bus when I left.

Mokpo, where we arrived after a three-hour drive, remained unchanged. The only thing that had changed was Minseok himself.

김민석

Why does it feel like it's been so long?

Minseok, who was wearing a hoodie and a hat tucked in rather than his usual neat suit or neat pomade, took a look at the bitter inside of his mouth.

Baekhyun went his own way, Baekhyun went his own way, and Junmyeon went his own way. Now, all that was left was himself.

Minseok began street fighting in middle school. Because he was small, he used a long stick, and he was quite good at it.

He dropped out of high school and became a gangster, despite his mother's protests.

It took more than ten years for Minseok to return.

Minseok, holding a gift of fruit juice in one hand, arrived at a small but clean restaurant with heavy steps.

It's not as big or fancy as a city restaurant, but the taste is consistent and it's neat, so it has quite a few regular customers.

It was my mother's restaurant.

Minseok, who had been stamping his feet in front of the store, sighed and went inside.

-Welcome. Oh my.

I heard a familiar voice. And I saw a familiar face.

김민석

I'm back.

Minseok put the juice box down on the table and spoke while looking around.

-..What's going on? You came to the store.

김민석

I'm going to live like that. I've stopped doing everything my mother hated.

The woman who had been keeping a stern expression on her face as Minseok mumbled finally smiled faintly.

-Good job, good job. Your face looks really hurt. Did you eat?

Minseok nodded.

-If you start fighting or something again, you'll probably get kicked out.

김민석

I told you not to. You don't trust your son like that, mother.

-Ugh. If you can't speak.

It was the first peace that had come to Minseok in a long time.

Jakka's words: I think...the ending...might come sooner...maybe.

Don't worry. This is seasonal.

Please leave some comments.. Iju people.. It may be too greedy.. but.. I'm sad because the comments are decreasing..

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