Chapter 89 – Mesgaki and the Diary (Drug Abuse Caution)
This episode might be a bit disgusting.
Those with a weak stomach need to be careful.
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I didn’t feel very good.
When I saw the diary written in the diary I had just seen, I was in a bad mood, so I just sat there without saying anything.
It was so unpleasant to imagine what would happen in the future without reading it. In order to know more clearly, I had to read that diary more, but it was too difficult to read any more because of the recurring feeling of resentment.
It felt like my body was blocking me. If you read more than this, you’ll be weird.
“Damn it…”
The disgusting, sour-tasting water rose to the top of my throat, creating a burning sensation in my throat, but I held back and drank the water.
Anyway, I need to know until the end. What kind of life did this guy live that he wanted to switch bodies with me and how he changed my body.
I wanted to find out all of that. I don’t like this world very much.
I am my mother my friends. I liked my father who always showed me the way.
I took the diary I had put away and slowly brought it back to see what had happened.
Even if you keep running away, nothing will change.
[January 30, 20XX]
Cloudy weather.
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Mom is weird these days.
No, beyond strange, I just felt that the eyes looking at me changed day by day.
Originally, my mother looked at me as an ordinary son or looked at me with the kind of eyes that I have if I were there and not if I wasn’t, but as the days went by, these eyes began to change.
“Jae-jae-joon… Let’s eat.”
“Huh.”
I felt grateful to my mother for making dinner for the first time in a long time in an awkward atmosphere.
I was in charge of all the usual cooking and cleaning, so the food my mom cooked was precious and I was grateful.
“How was your school life today?”
“Huh…? Huh…”
It was the first time her mother had tried to talk to me normally since her divorce. If it had been like usual, I would have already broken bottles or smashed things while drinking… I felt like I was about to shed tears when I saw him leading a normal life.
Will it finally return to its old self?
I was overjoyed at the thought that I might go back to the days when I wore a nice suit and went to work.
No, it wasn’t until the old days, but I was just happy that her mother had repented again and lived a normal life.
‘It’s good…’
I couldn’t say that the food my mother cooked was really delicious, but I felt like I was going to cry because I felt the kind taste.
Today, the day after that, and the day after that. After all, my mother stopped drinking and returned to normal.
He got up early every morning and cooked breakfast, and by the time I was about to go to school, he would go out with me and watch me go to school.
It felt like a long, long ordeal had come to an end. I can finally live like a normal boy.
Of course, I was happy with the thought that I could live a normal life even though I didn’t have a father.
It was the time when such a happy day had passed, and the day had turned to evening.
“I’m home!”
“Did you have a good day at school?”
When she got home, her mother was cooking for her with an apron on her. Her apron was a bit crooked, probably because she wasn’t good at cooking, and her posture was sloppy, but each and every one of those looks was thoughtful.
I watched TV watching her mother cook.
On TV, there was a program showing a boy of a similar age, although different from me, having a happy time with his family.
‘Will he be happy? Well… My current life isn’t bad either.’
Maybe it was because I felt great pain in the past, but my life now wasn’t bad either.
“Jaejoon, let’s eat.”
“Yes.”
Today’s dinner was much more delicious than yesterday’s, and it tasted like love. I was eating slowly while sitting down to eat with my mother.
“Jaejun-ah… Do you hate your mother?”
“Yes?! Uh, that’s not…”
I hated my mother when I thought of the old times when I became violent when I drank. I hated my dad who left home, and I hated the world that made me like this.
However, it was a moment when I thought I was rather fortunate to think that I could live a normal life now.
Now I don’t think I hate my mother. I just wanted you to stop drinking like this and continue to show a gentle side of yourself.
“I don’t really hate it.”
“These days, boys say they hate their mothers, but I guess it’s not our Jaejun.”
Well, if you listen to what her friends say, there are a lot of friends who don’t like their mother who walks into their room carelessly or who is the opposite sex who is so different from them.
I don’t know what the kids who are going to be adults soon don’t like… Anyway, I’m a senior in high school, and I’m going to go to college after taking the CSAT…
“Then, shall we sleep with mom today?”
“With mom…?”
She was too old to sleep with my mother, right before I became an adult. But a son like that sleeps with his mother?
It was a word that could be misunderstood by others, so I was a little worried.
“Um… Uh, I don’t hate it that much…”
“Would a mother do something strange to her son?”
“Yes.”
I could trust her because I was sure that she wouldn’t do anything strange because she was my real mother anyway.
That night, for the first time in ten years, she slept in the same bed as her mother. It was a king size bed, so it didn’t feel cramped at all.
Maybe this is where Dad used to sleep…
“Jaejun, aren’t you cold?”
“Not really…”
Sleeping on a large bed made me feel like I fell asleep much faster than usual. I looked at her mother with half-closed eyes and exhaled slowly.
My mother, who was watching me from her side, stroked my hair as if saying good night, and she slowly brought her lips to my forehead.
Side.
“My dear son… Good night.”
“Yes… Mom.”
That day, I felt like I had a better dream than usual.
Starting today, sometimes my mom called me into the bedroom to sleep with me.
Whenever that happened, he slowly stroked his forehead or kissed it. One day, he held me tightly in his arms.
“Jaejun, this is a gift.”
“What’s this?”
“Take a look.”
One day when I came home, suddenly her mother gave me some box saying it was a gift. It’s a small box, but it looked luxurious.
“Open it.”
“Yes?”
When told to open the box, she opened the small box in her hand. There was a heart-shaped necklace that looked a bit expensive.
‘Mo… Necklace? To me? Why?’
As soon as I saw the necklace, my head went white and I couldn’t think of anything. I thought about what day it was today, but it was a while until my birthday.
As I stood still looking at her necklace, my mother took her necklace and slowly came up behind me.
“Is this your first time wearing a necklace? Mom will walk you.”
“Huh…”
The first time I put on a necklace was just cold.
“It is pretty.”
His voice was cold, but he endured it as much as he could while looking at the pretty necklace. It feels like something is strange, but it’s not.
That night, too, I slept with my mother in the same room. Something chilled my spine today, but nothing particularly happened.
“Hey~ Your necklace is pretty~.”
“Okay?”
“Did your girlfriend buy it for you?”
“Huh?”
When I came to school wearing the necklace, my friends saw me and immediately asked about the necklace.
I slowly took the necklace in my hand.
“My mom gave me this as a gift.”
“Really? Haha… My mom always comes home and sleeps.”
“Me too…”
“Ahahaha…”
I like my mother these days too, but I couldn’t erase the uneasy feeling. Still, it’s better than the last time I drank and ran amok.
Today’s school class was not fun as expected.
‘I don’t think I can go to college with these grades anyway…’
I failed at all times, and I can’t see the match even on the regular time because my brain is not good.
My current situation was the obsessive self I saw on the Internet.
Should I really find a woman who makes good money later and marry her?
Time passed, and it was time to finish school. I finished much faster than usual, probably because of the strangely shortened class today.
“Jaejun! Do you want to go eat our tteokbokki today?”
“Okay.”
Today, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to hang out with my friends for a while.
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“I’ve been…”
The house I came back from playing with my friends seemed to have a different atmosphere than usual. Something awkward and ominous feeling.
I wondered if there was a thief in the house, so I walked around the house quietly, very quietly, slowly.
‘Has mom not come home yet?’
I felt someone’s presence, but I slowly looked for it and walked in the direction of the sound.
Rustle… Rustle.
As I approached quietly, I heard something strange.
‘Someone is in my room…’
I felt the presence of someone in my room. I slowly opened my door and watched.
“Uh, Mom…?”
Let’s quietly watch what he’s doing. He was holding something that shouldn’t be in his hand.
