Life, Once Again!

p>The two juniors grabbed their ears and walked up the stairs.
Usually, the meeting of two people gave rise to a synergistic effect, but with these two, that effect took place in a weird direction.

“Good to see that they’re lively.
I had them do the same things since I thought they would become close to each other, and it seems I was right.”

When he turned around, he saw Daemyung.
Maru slapped Daemyung’s chest without saying a word.

“So you are the cause.”

“Wh-what?”

“That’s not called lively.
That’s called being loud.”

“At least it’s nice to look at them.
They’re filled with vitality.”

“As expected of the club president who loves the juniors.
Are you going up right now?”

“No, I’m going to buy some drinks from the cafeteria.
You’re coming to practice today, right?”

“I will.
I’ve been missing practice for quite a while now.”

“If you’re too busy, don’t push yourself.”

“Hey, the word is that you work until late into the night.
Do you think I can rest like that? I’m going to go and do some practice and check on the props as well so don’t worry about it.
Also, sorry.
I feel like I’m pushing everything onto you.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.”

“Dowook isn’t coming either these days, right?”

“Yeah.
He went home early today as well.”

“Looks like they’re having a hard time looking for a part timer.”

“They did find one, but apparently, that person didn’t show up without notice after a few days.
Is a petrol station job that hard?”

“It’s a bit hard because of washing the larger vehicles.
Although the machine does the brunt of it, it still requires a person to help.”

“Maybe that’s why Dowook said he wanted to have you do the work.
His father is also apparently looking for you all the time.”

“The auntie there made some really nice food, so it was really good working there.
Though, I can’t do it now because I’m busy.”

“Everyone’s busy.”

“You are doing the club on top of your studies too, aren’t you? If it’s really that hard, tell the 2nd years about it.
It’d be better if I or Dowook could show up from time to time, but that’s hard for both of us.”

“I’m starting to realize why the 3rd year seniors never came to practice last year.
You really get that pressure that you have to study huh.”

“Tell me once something happens.
I’ll try whatever I can to help.”

Daemyung smiled and climbed down the stairs.
It was really satisfying to see the increasing number of club members at the beginning of March, but problems started occurring when they started practicing for real.
There were over thirty juniors to guide, yet two out of the three third year members were absent all the time, so there had to be problems.
Daemyung was trying his best, but he probably had it hard, both psychologically and physically.

‘I don’t think it’s a bad idea to pick a club president from the 2nd year members quickly.’

Once Daemyung retired from being president, he should get more time to focus on his schoolwork.
The acting club was an important place, yes, but compared to Daemyung’s future, not as important.
Rather than achieving something as an acting club, Daemyung’s stable entry into college was much more important from Maru’s perspective.

“Seonbae, are you cleaning?”

“Hello, seonbae-nim.”

Aram and Jiyoon appeared in front of him.
They seemed to be going up.
Maru stroked his chin as he looked at Aram.
Among the 2nd year students, Aram was probably the best-suited to be the club president.
Bangjoo wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t capable of being harsh.
If they were given some work, he would cheerfully solve everything by himself.
Compared to him, Aram was someone who could distribute the work suitably.
She would also be moderately strict as well.
The club president had to be able to become strict and snap out.
In that sense, Aram was a decent candidate.
Of course, Jiyoon was a really decent person as well, but….

“Seonbae-nim.
Do you need help?” Jiyoon offered.

Jiyoon did not suit the position after all.
She was a docile sheep, so she would get swung around by the wolves if she was given armor to wear.
It was better to give the position to someone who knew how to bare their fangs.

“You shouldn’t do that.
Seonbae, we’ll be off first.”

“Alright.
Daemyung said he’s going to buy drinks before going up, so go up and have everyone start practice.
Bangjoo is up there as well, but he’s probably fooling around with the others.”

“Okay.”

Aram led Jiyoon up.
Hm, she was really reliable.
He decided that he should talk to Daemyung about stepping down from the role of president.

After sweeping the floor, he went to the classroom and got his bag.
Although he usually only carried around a script and a novel, there was a videotape inside today.
He couldn’t hold back his curiosity and ended up bringing one.
There was a VCR in the classroom opposite of the hall, so he could watch it there.

“7th of August, 1987.”

Maru looked at the videotape he took out from his bag.
This was the oldest record among the videotapes that director Lee Jincheol gave him.
The sixty videos were recorded a few days apart at the shortest and months apart at the longest.
The last video was taken in January of 1989, a month before Jung Haejoo passed away.
According to the timeline, the Jung Haejoo of 1987 had not met president Lee Junmin yet.
He would find out what kind of acting she did through this video.

After putting the videotape back in his bag, he started walking up the stairs.
When he arrived at the hall and opened the door, he saw the juniors who were stretching under the guidance of Aram.

“Hello.”

“Hello, seonbae.”

He nodded at the juniors before going to a corner.
He planned to watch the video leisurely after doing everything he needed to do.

“For now, let’s start with sewing.”

Maru put some clothing on his lap as well as some cloth to patch it up.

[1] A.k.a porn.