Life, Once Again!

disbelieving eyes. 

* * * 

‘What’s up with her?’

She was acting pretty normally for a few days, but now she was looking at him like he stole a toy from her.
She looked almost offended by him.
Did he do something to her? Was their relationship this bad from the start?

‘I suppose that’s why she didn’t tell me about her divorce.’

He was way too uncaring of her in his past life, even though they were family.
He deeply regretted it, which was why he decided to treat her better in this life.
To become a brother who the poor girl could rely on when she had to face society.

‘I’ll treat you better.’

Maru smiled back at his sister with a warm smile.

* * *

    “He’s definitely gone insane, there’s no way about it.”

    Her big brother? Smiling at her for no reason? There had to be something wrong for sure.
Bada decided to do something about it.

“Hey,” she called out.

“What?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Why are you treating me so well?”

“…What?”

“Ugh, seriously.
Just tell me if you did something wrong.
I’ll forgive you.
You don’t need to go this far.”

This should be enough, right? At least, that’s what Bada thought.
She was completely wrong, though.
Her brother just looked at her with eyes of pity, and…

“I’ll give you a lot more meat from now on, I promise.”

* * *

    Maru looked at Bada as the girl walked over to the TV with her bowl in hand.
As he thought, girls her age were just hard to predict and understand.
He knew this all too well, from his experience being a father of one.

    “I’m home,” mom said, walking in with groceries.

“I made food.”

“I told you I’d make it.”

“I know you wanted me to cook.
If you want help, you can help me with the dishes.”

Mom entered the kitchen with a smile, letting out an exclamation of surprise looking at the pork dish he cooked.
Maru just smiled in response.
He couldn’t just tell her something like “I used to cook it a lot when my wife was away”. 

Maru went back to his room, and booted up his computer with his toe.
He’s gotten totally used to the high school life now.
He’s relearned how high schoolers acted by socializing with them, and got totally used to the era that was 2003.
No matter how a person looked at it, Maru just looked like a generic high schooler in 2003.

* * *

    Maru opened up the messenger app with his mouse.
He didn’t really feel like playing games.
He’s played too much of it in his past life.
Maru greeted his friends through the app briefly before opening the web browser. 

“Man, there used to be so many search engines back then.”

It was the era before all search engines were unified under just one.
Maru opened up a familiar one in his head and typed in ‘plays’ in the search bar.
The first results were all about college plays.
Maybe a few blogs as well.
There weren’t many bloggers around this time.
Maru decided to open one of his own after looking around a little bit.

Not for any big reason or anything. 

He just wanted to keep a diary of sorts for his second life.
After a bit of thought, Maru settled on a name for the blog.

– Life, Once Again

And his first post:

– Let’s live a fun, fulfilling life.

* * *

    Daemyung paused for a bit in the middle of typing.
It’s been about two hours since he started grinding in the game with his friends.
He’s called them over to play once he realized that the popular hunting spots were mostly empty. 

    – God, look at all this exp.

    – Money’s good, too.

    – Just need to get the items now and we good.

    He played the game with his classmates.
He honestly enjoyed it quite a bit.
But right as he was about to grab the mouse again, he was reminded of instructor Miso’s shout at him.
That shout of hers that made him freeze up.
His frozen self at the acting club overlapped with his current self for a second.
He was too embarrassed to move.

    – Yo Daemyung,

    – You dead?

    His friends were asking since his character wasn’t moving anymore.
Daemyung took a look at his avatar for a second.
He invested a lot of time into this character.
He wasn’t the top 1% or anything in the game, but he was definitely up there.
How could he not be? He’s invested money and time into this character.

    “…But that isn’t me.”

    That made him feel pretty bad about himself already.
Why couldn’t his life be just like the game? Why wasn’t he rewarded instantaneously for all the work he put into life? Right as he was thinking this, a part of his mind told him to just keep playing the game.
But for some reason, this thought just made him want to play even less.
He turned off the computer after bidding farewell to his friends. 

    The monitor turned black, and the room fell completely silent. 

    To think just a moment ago, he was having so much fun with his friends… Daemyung stood up from his seat.
He wanted to go somewhere.
Right, Dojin told him he needed to exercise some more.
He might as well.
He put on his sneakers and started getting ready to leave.

    “Where are you going?” his mom asked, in the middle of making some snacks for the night.

“I’m going for a run.”

“Really?”

Daemyung realized that for a split second, his mom’s face turned into a smile.
A smile that made him only feel worse about himself.
So his mom hated seeing him be fat too.

“I’ll be back.”

“Alright, don’t be late.”

Daemyung stepped out with his phone and earphones.

* * *

    “Don’t sleep too late.
I know it’s the weekends, but that still isn’t a good excuse.”

“Ok!”

    Dojin bid his mom goodbye as she stepped out for her night shift, then jumped into his room.
A time without his mom in the house was a happy time.
That is, porn time.
He pulled one up that he received from one of his old friends.
A familiar banner appeared in the beginning few seconds of the video.

“I guess the FBI watches porn, too.”

Whatever.
He could just skip this.
His phone started ringing right then.
 

“Daemyung?”