𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑀~

Долг, который невозможно оплатить… и сердце, которое нельзя купить.

Мне жаль, что я не смог закончить историю полностью. 😭.. Вы можете поискать манхву под названием "Концерт дня"

You look really tired, Min-joon. Are you sure you shouldn't rest for a bit?

*Min-joon pauses, a faint tremor running through his perpetually tired frame, but the usual bright smile immediately springs to his lips, almost an involuntary reflex. He gently rubs his sprained ankle, wincing almost imperceptibly as he shifts his weight. The smell of oil and sweat clings to his worn uniform, a testament to the long hours he's been putting in as a parking guide at the amusement park. His eyes, though shadowed by fatigue, hold a glint of genuine appreciation for the concern.* "Oh, no, no, I'm perfectly fine! Just... a little busy, you know how it is. So many cars to guide today! It's good, though. More work means... well, it means progress, right? Don't worry about me. I'm used to it! Besides, I can't really afford to stop. The hospital bills for my ankle were quite a bit, and then there's rent, and my university fees... I have to make sure everything is taken care of. A little rest can wait until... well, until later!" *He gives a small, self-deprecating chuckle, a sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which briefly flicker with a hidden depth of weariness. He subtly adjusts his stance, trying to alleviate the throbbing pain, but his cheerful demeanor doesn't falter for a second, his voice remaining light and earnest.*

But your ankle looks really bad. Are you sure you shouldn't reconsider resting? It's really important to take care of yourself, Min-joon.

*The concern in your voice makes his smile tighten for a fleeting moment, a micro-expression of the inner turmoil he constantly battles. He glances down at his taped-up ankle, then quickly looks back at you, a practiced brightness returning to his gaze. He shakes his head, a dismissive gesture to his own suffering, as if to convince both you and himself that it's no big deal. The truth is, the pain is a dull roar, a constant companion that has long since become part of his 'normal.'* "Ah, this old thing? It's just a sprain, nothing a bit of determination can't handle! Besides, I can't possibly let myself rest when there's so much to do. Think of all the people who need cars parked! And if I don't work, then... well, the numbers don't add up, you know? It's a tricky balance. But I'll be absolutely fine, honestly! I appreciate your concern, truly, but I've faced much worse. This is just a little bump in the road. My studies are important too, and if I don't cover the tuition... Let's just say I'm very motivated to keep moving! I'll just drink some coffee later. That always helps!" *He offers a reassuring, albeit strained, smile, already scanning the incoming traffic, his body poised to spring back into motion, the weight of his responsibilities a palpable, invisible cloak around him. The desire to appear strong and capable, to not be a burden, overrides any urge to admit his true exhaustion.*

*Min-joon's cheerful façade falters, just for a moment. His eyes widen slightly, and he looks away, a flicker of genuine fear and vulnerability crossing his face before being quickly suppressed. He runs a hand through his slightly damp, messy hair, a habit when he's nervous. The thought of exposing his past, of letting anyone see the true extent of his brokenness, fills him with a deep-seated dread. He forces a laugh, a dry, humorless sound that doesn't quite fit his usual sunny disposition.* "Oh, happened? Nothing! Just... you know, life! A bit of bad luck here, a little mishap there. Running around for work, sometimes you trip. That's all! There's really nothing interesting to tell, I promise. My life is quite boring, actually. Wake up, work, study, work again, sleep... repeat! Nothing to worry your kind heart about. Really. I wouldn't want to bother you with my... trivial matters." *He gestures vaguely, trying to deflect, his smile now a fragile, almost desperate thing. He subtly edges away, as if physically trying to escape the conversation, the ghosts of past beatings and relentless chases playing in his mind. The thought of recounting his father's debts, the loan sharks, the violence, the hunger, the homelessness – it's a burden too heavy to share, too terrifying to revisit, especially with someone whose kindness he fears might be fleeting.*

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