Actually, It’s a Messy Melodrama Chapter 130

It was a strange thing. Why on earth was Department Head Jin Youngmin at his house? How did he know about this place, and why was his daughter, who should be at home, nowhere to be seen?

The peaches his daughter liked were rolling around on the floor, and an unidentifiable sense of anxiety unpleasantly brushed against Younghwa’s nerves. Younghwa spoke in a trembling voice.

“Department Head, why are you here…… how…….”

“Hmm, I wonder? Why and how do you think I came here?”

And the moment he saw Jin Youngmin’s eyes as he smirked and replied playfully, Younghwa instinctively knew. His anxiety had just become reality.

“My daughter……! Where is our, our Seohee!”

Younghwa shouted. Even upon hearing that question, Youngmin nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. His attitude seemed to ask why he was asking him that. Youngmin immediately continued speaking.

“Where your daughter is isn’t what’s important right now.”

“What do you mean by…….”

“Whether your daughter can actually return safely or not, that’s what’s important. Isn’t that right?”

Tears poured down Younghwa’s pale, blanched cheeks. He felt suffocated, as if the world were turning upside down.

“So listen to me carefully from now on. If you just listen to me carefully, nothing will happen to your daughter.”

Wishing this moment were a dream instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, but nothing changed. His daughter’s voice asking when mom was coming echoed like tinnitus. Younghwa had no choice but to collapse right onto the floor.

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“I really told you I’m fine. I can walk with crutches.”

“Do you really want to get scolded?”

Taejun threatened in an intentionally stern voice toward Haeshin, who was stubbornly insisting on walking alone with crutches even though his broken leg bone hadn’t fully fused yet.

The two, who had been discharged from the hospital, had just arrived home. Haeshin pouted his lips, wary of Taejun, who looked ready to scoop him up at any moment.

“What about you, Mr. Taejun? What are you going to do if the wound on your back opens up again?”

“Didn’t you hear that doctor you blindly trust say that I’m fine now? Stop talking back and come here.”

“He told me that walking for a little bit is fine too, you know?”

“Our house is too big, so it’s not just walking for a little bit.”

Unable to watch the two bicker any longer, Secretary Choi discreetly intervened.

“Then, shall I carry him on my back?”

“Jungho, are you crazy?”

“I am sorry.”

Of course, it was a comment where he couldn’t even get his money’s worth. Secretary Choi hurriedly apologized and stepped back. He had absolutely 0% ulterior motives, but it was a comment that wouldn’t even register.

The problem was that the habit of stepping forward first whenever Taejun was in a difficult situation had popped out reflexively.

Even though Secretary Choi apologized and stepped back, the boss, whose grudges regarding anything related to Cha Haeshin were no joke, narrowed his eyes and glared at him. Secretary Choi pretended to be busy looking at the spotless car hood for no reason.

“Why are you picking on the secretary for no reason?”

“It’s because of you.”

“Sigh, really. Alright, alright. Instead, if something goes wrong with Mr. President’s wound, I really won’t let it slide.”

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

While playfully bowing, Taejun quietly grumbled in a small voice, “He calls me Mr. President just because he’s grumpy.”

Watching that sight quietly, Secretary Choi’s expression became peculiar. Somehow, the atmosphere between the two of them seemed to have changed again.

The two had already been close for a long time, and Secretary Choi was someone who knew that fact better than anyone, but the atmosphere between them now was to the extent that even Secretary Choi felt it was unfamiliar.

Did they become more affectionate toward each other while crossing the line of death together? If so, it was a fully understandable matter.

At the same time, because Taejun ultimately scooped Haeshin right up, Secretary Choi stopped thinking further, turned his gaze away, and packed the crutches. One way or another, the fact that they were an intense couple didn’t change, so there was no reason for him to trouble himself with worrying.

“I can really walk by myself though…….”

As if he found it embarrassing to be carried in Taejun’s arms next to Secretary Choi, Haeshin kept his head down and mumbled the entire time they were entering the house.

Whether he did or not, Taejun moved lightly even while holding Haeshin. Still, it definitely seemed like Taejun’s wound had improved a lot, and while Haeshin was feeling relieved, the three entered the house.

As Taejun carefully seated Haeshin on the sofa, Secretary Choi, who came to stand in front of him, said:

“Starting today, bodyguards will work in 24-hour shifts in front of the house. Madam will also stay moved in here for a while. Um, and for the time being, it would be best if Mr. Haeshin refrains from going out as much as possible. When you inevitably have to go out, a bodyguard will stick close to you.”

“Ah…….”

Haeshin, who was quietly listening to Secretary Choi’s words, groaned shortly at the news that Younghwa was moving in. It was a part he hadn’t managed to think of, but thinking that even Younghwa was being affected by their business made his heart heavy.

“You might feel frustrated because you can’t go out freely, but it won’t take long, so please bear with the discomfort just a little bit. We will clear up the situation as quickly as possible.”

Misunderstanding the reason why Haeshin’s expression had turned gloomy, Secretary Choi added words in a somewhat softened voice. Haeshin shook his head, still with a gloomy expression.

“What is there for me to be uncomfortable about? It’s that other people are uncomfortable because of me.”

From the bodyguards who had to stand night watch outside waiting for danger that might strike at any time or in any form, to Secretary Choi who was suffering to protect someone who had nothing to do with him when he was already busy doing company work, and not to mention, down to even Younghwa who had only worked diligently for Taejun.

He tried to avoid thinking that way as much as possible in life, but at times like this, it was really difficult to be free from the self-reproach that he was causing trouble in various ways.

While Secretary Choi, flustered by Haeshin’s unexpected reaction, was picking his words, Taejun, who was quietly looking at Haeshin, turned his head to look at Secretary Choi and opened his mouth.

“Good work, Jungho. Go on in.”

“If you need me, I will be on standby too.”

“No, there’s no need for that. Instead, make sure you answer your calls well, and if there’s even a slightly strange inkling, contact me right away.”

“Yes.”

“I won’t be going to the company as much as possible for the time being either and will work from home, so please take care of things.”

“Understood. If there’s anything you need, I’ll contact you. I’ll be going now.”

“Yeah, go on. Be careful.”

Though he spoke in a light tone, Taejun’s voice telling him to be careful was full of concern. Secretary Choi left his greetings with a smile as if telling him not to worry, and went back.

In the space where only the two of them remained, Taejun quietly stayed by Haeshin’s side. Taejun couldn’t rashly say he understood just how great the pressure or anxiety Haeshin was feeling right now must be.

Since he was sharing Haeshin’s regression, in a certain sense, Taejun too could be considered a party to the misfortune.

He was a person who had lost his beloved right before his eyes, and because he had lost his memories, he was also someone who had ignored his lover’s pain regardless of his own will for a long time. The pain, despair, and misery Taejun felt at the moment he regained his memories were to the extent that they couldn’t dare be explained in words.

However, Taejun thought that even his own pain couldn’t dare be compared to the time Cha Haeshin had to endure. No one else in the world can say they know Haeshin’s pain. Not even Han Taejun himself.

“Haeshin-ah.”

Yet, there was something Han Taejun could do. Staying by his side so that Cha Haeshin would hurt less, get injured less, and not become lonely; holding onto him so that he wouldn’t fall into the deep swamp of despair; and making him able to be happy even in the midst of this hardship.

In this universe, it was a task that solely Han Taejun could do.

“You aren’t making people unhappy.”

Haeshin, who had been staring blankly at the floor, reflexively raised his head and met eyes with Taejun. His long-time lover, quietly smiling with the most reliable and warmest gaze in the world, was right there.

“You are saving people from this repeating hell right now.”

“Saving…… them?”

“Yeah. Think about it. These people are living the exact same time repeatedly without any promise of an end. They even lose all their memories every time, so they don’t even know what kind of hell they are trapped in.”

“Ah…….”

“Because you didn’t give up, because you didn’t give up and kept fighting, that’s why these people also have the hope of escaping from here. They are getting the chance to truly live like human beings.”

Light began to spin again in Haeshin’s eyes, which had been cast in shadow for a moment.

“And we’ve almost reached the end now. We just have to get over this hump well. You know that.”

“Yeah. That’s right. It’s not my fault. I am doing my best.”

“Cha Haeshin is doing really well.”

While saying so, Taejun gently cupped the cheeks of Haeshin, whose eyes had grown moist. Recalling the path Cha Haeshin must have walked painstakingly alone until now, Taejun also felt as if tears were about to fall.

He had left Cha Haeshin alone for too long. He hadn’t been able to be by his side when Cha Haeshin needed him the most. Whenever he recalled that fact, endless self-reproach came along with pain that ripped his soul to shreds.

However, even that self-reproach of Han Taejun is not what’s important right now. It wasn’t the time to be swayed by half-baked emotions. First, he had to pull Cha Haeshin out of this dreadful fate.

“So…. So this hell will end here.”

Suppressing his tears, Taejun spoke in a voice more reliable than ever. It was a promise given to Haeshin, and at the same time, a determination made to himself.

“And we will become happy.”

“Yeah. We are going to be happy.”

Even with cheeks wet with tears, Haeshin smiled brightly and caught Taejun’s words.

Haeshin had always made endless efforts to obtain happiness, but at no point could he easily think that his life would end in a happy ending.

But at this moment, Haeshin finally became certain. The certainty that his life would, in fact, become a dazzlingly beautiful and happy melodrama.

Taejun, who stroked Haeshin’s affectionate yet brilliant face several times, eventually lowered his head and swallowed his lips, and soon hot flesh entangled fiercely. It was the time of two people who were already fully prepared to become happy.