Dohyun's Wish (4)
Dohyun's Wish (4)
Harin-nuna once said that if you keep doing something stupid, it becomes art.
No. Stupid is stupid until the end.
'Terminally ill again?'
My life, which is always accompanied by disease, is fucking exhausting.
I felt it intuitively.
A normal kid who I met for the first time today, and who I found out was my half-brother, with whom I had no other connection.
This kid is my motivation.
It's not that my wish changes.
It's just that one more person is added to the list of "I want the people I care about to live healthy and happy lives."
It wasn't Yoon-seo, Harin-nuna, or A-yeon.
This kid is the one who's sick.
Actually, I feel a sense of relief.
Yeah, fuck it. This is better than living in constant fear every single day.
Perhaps this is the atonement delivered to the mother who abandoned me?
Because she abandoned her child, a future where her child dies is waiting for her.
"You really didn't know, did you? I shouldn't have said anything."
But knowing that the kid had no fault in this, my mood wasn't very good.
Seeing me speechless for a while, Lee Dohun's expression sank even further.
I couldn't see his face as he bowed his head.
"You're not pulling some hilarious Hidden Camera prank on me, are you?"
"Yes, hyung. Actually, it was a hilarious Hidden Camera prank. You fell for it?"
"Look up."
"...."
He had the same innocent face as before, but.
It seems I have a knack for seeing through the true intentions of kids younger than me.
"What kind of disease is it?"
The smile faded from Lee Dohun's face.
"You wouldn't know even if I told you. It's a rare disease with no cure."
"Not even overseas?"
"No."
"And it's not a case that can be treated by throwing money at it?"
"...No, it isn't."
Lee Dohun continued calmly.
"For your information, I've been hospitalized here for over a year already."
"...."
"I thought Mom told you everything. I guess she didn't."
It's strange that I never ran into Mom while I was nursing Yoon-seo.
Maybe it's because the building floors are different, and I didn't wander around much since I was stuck by Yoon-seo's side.
"Was your behavior earlier just acting? You didn't look like someone who was about to die at all."
"When I'm watching a stream, I'm genuinely having fun, but after that, I suppose you could say it was acting."
Lee Dohun smiled bitterly.
"I was planning on just laughing until I died."
"...."
"But then the existence of a 'hyung' suddenly appeared, and I felt something strange, so that's why I did that."
He seemed unable to understand his own actions.
"If you think about it, we're strangers who just met, and we haven't even had a proper conversation, yet my true feelings came out. Isn't that weird?"
Everyone is like that.
Psychological problems that one can't tell their acquaintances about often come out when talking to a professional counselor they've never met before.
Just like when I poured out my secrets to Yoon-seo, whom I had just met while drinking.
The kid had also poured out his hidden true feelings to an older half-brother he was seeing for the first time.
"I'm sorry for causing you unnecessary concern."
His sorrowful appearance, which didn't match his age, looked like A-yeon when she was little.
"I'll explain it well to Mom."
Why are all the kids I meet like that?
A-yeon is like that, and he is too.
There are so many old souls living such difficult lives.
Look at him apologizing, regretting that he might have shocked me.
"How long does it usually take when Mom talks to the doctor?"
"She probably won't be back for about 30 minutes."
The parents who are at fault should be the ones whose lives are ruined.
But it's always the children who suffer the losses.
I let out a faint sigh and opened my arms.
"Then cry for a bit."
"Yes?"
"You want to cry, don't you?"
The kid hesitated.
It must be baffling to suddenly be told to pour out the emotions he had hidden from his family and acquaintances until now.
It's only natural. I'm baffled right now, too.
My mood, which was already bad from meeting the worst mother, got even worse.
But then I found out I had a half-brother, and when I saw his face, he turned out to be a terminally ill patient with no cure, even worse off than Yoon-seo.
It's not like it's some beef bone soup; they're milking this situation for all it's worth.
After hesitating, Lee Dohun leaned his face against me.
After staying like that for a while, the sound of sniffling began to reach my ears.
*
My clothes were covered in snot and tears.
"Are you done crying?"
"...Yes. But your clothes."
"Clothes can just be changed."
I took off my outer layer.
Since it was summer, many buildings kept the air conditioning cold enough to freeze, so I always carried an extra layer.
"Mom is late."
"I guess the conversation isn't going well."
"Right. And stop using that formal speech."
"Is that okay?"
"I'm your hyung, you brat."
After thinking for a moment, Dohun opened his mouth.
"...Hyung."
It's a rather unfamiliar title.
I'm used to 'Oppa', though.
It seems Dohun isn't finding it easy to say, either.
I ruffled his hair as if to mess it up.
"I'll come visit often. Feel free to act spoiled."
"...Will that be okay?"
Yoon-seo has to visit Korea University Hospital soon anyway.
I can just show my face once in a while when I come.
-Ah, fuck! Come gank, you idiot!
The awkward atmosphere was shattered by a sudden shout.
Surprised, I checked and realized the TV he was watching earlier was still on.
"Who is that person, being so loud?"
"Hyung, you don't know Monbat?"
"Monbat?"
"He's a famous Legend of League streamer! All my friends know him."
It seems he's a famous broadcaster among kids these days.
Looking at him swearing and shouting, it didn't seem very wholesome.
"I don't watch broadcasts much. I only play Phantastia."
"Really? You're the first person I've met who doesn't know him. Even Mom knows him."
"Mom probably knows him because of you."
"...Is that so?"
Perhaps because he had a good cry, Dohun returned to a state befitting his age.
His gaze kept drifting toward the TV.
Well, watching a broadcast he's used to is probably much more fun than looking at me, a stranger.
He was immersed in it for a long time earlier, too.
"Let me watch, too."
Don't feel self-conscious for no reason.
I adjusted my posture and started watching the TV.
Seeing me do that, Dohun focused on the broadcast.
- The kill angle is there, right? I'm going in right now!
Legend of League, the PC game that firmly held the number one spot until the appearance of Phantastia.
I've never played it, but just by watching a little, I can tell how bad a broadcaster named Monbat is.
"Oh? He's going to die."
"He's definitely going to die."
The brothers said at the same time.
- Ah, please! Not a 5-man gank!
[ What are you doing? ]
[ Idiot ]
[ The gank angle was obvious lol ]
[ Obvious my ass, the opponent's pathing was insane ]
[ Is it for real that our jungle is waiting in the bottom bush? That's the opponent's top pathing ]
"Have you played the game? How did you know he was going to die?"
It's not that I don't know Legend of League at all.
I've watched my father play it at home from behind.
And it popped up often when I watched Shorts.
"Doesn't the opponent's location show up on the minimap at the bottom?"
Maybe that's why I could understand the structure of the game even with a quick glance.
"Looking at it, it seemed like he was going to die."
It's a fact I've been forgetting lately, but I was good enough at studying to receive the Tragic Genius trait.
I've even written magic theses in Phantastia; understanding a single game is a piece of cake.
"Is that person named Monbat a bad player?"
"No? That guy's tier is Diamond."
"Is that good?"
"Top 1% or so."
His gameplay is frustrating just to watch.
In the end, Monbat finished the game with a miserable score of 1 / 11 / 3.
"The top 1% is like that?"
If he had said 'fuck Phantastia' and played Legend of League, wouldn't he have hit the jackpot as a pro gamer?
Suddenly, that thought crossed my mind.
"Wow, he's seriously fucking bad."
Unable to hold it in, Dohun muttered.
"He shouldn't go in, but he keeps going in and getting hit, then blames the team difference. That's why he can't reach Master!"
A tone mixed with anger.
"...Why do you watch a broadcast that stresses you out?"
"At first, I watched it because I didn't know anything about Legend of League, and his screaming was hilarious."
"Yeah."
"But after I learned the game properly, his gameplay is just too frustrating. Lately, I've been watching for the fun of giving feedback with my allowance, but Mom cut that off too."
Dohun found the remote and turned it off.
"...Maybe it's better not to watch it now."
I snatched the remote and turned the TV back on.
His image, still blaming others and shouting, stood out.
"Hyung?"
"So, you're saying you want to give that guy some fucking feedback right now?"
"Yeah."
Since I've been watching, donations are displayed starting from 5,000 won.
Most of the feedback displayed like that was ignored as bullshit.
Monbat said.
- If you're going to pay that money to spout bullshit, go buy your girlfriend something delicious, you fucker!
[ I need to have a girlfriend first lol ]
[ For real lol ]
[ Would someone with a girlfriend watch an internet broadcast? ]
[ Hahaha ]
It seems 5,000 won doesn't even look like money to him.
The corners of my mouth curled up.
"Then do it."
"What?"
"Hyung will give you some allowance."
*
1 million won donations started flooding Monbat's broadcast.
- King God Dohun MK.2, a 1 million won donation!? Wait, your nickname is familiar... You're not doing this by stealing your mom's credit card, are you?
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
- Nope, nope, nope, nope
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
- Nope, nope, nope, nope
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
- Nope, nope, nope, nope
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
- Nope, nope, nope, nope
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
- Nope, nope, nope, nope
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
- Nope, nope, nope, nope
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
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[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
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[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
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[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
- Nope, nope, nope, nope
-10 million won!? Wait a minute, no matter how I look at this, it's a mom's credit card. If this happens, things get annoying again!
[ King God Dohun Mk.2 donated 10 million won via video donation. ]
-This is my car...
A video of Dohyun's supercar taken briefly in the parking lot.
I had written the name 'King God Dohun Mk.2' on a note and stuck it there.
[ Isn't that a Feroli? ]
[ A Feroli Date or SP3? ]
[ That car is 3.6 billion won, isn't it? ]
[ Crazy ]
-Is this for real!? No, King God Dohun Mk.2! A total of 20 million won in donations, this is too... thank you so much! I was in a bad mood because I lost the game, but suddenly I'm so happy!!! Fuck, I'm going to do a reaction right now!
On the cam screen, Monbat shakes his whole body, rocking the entire room.
Dohun sends the next message.
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
-Your reaction is boring as hell, spend that time taking my feedback instead.
-Feedback?
[ King God Dohun MK.2 donated 1 million won. ]
-You're seriously fucking bad at Legend of League, turn on the replay right now.
At that moment.
"...Kids?"
Both of our mothers opened the door and walked in.
