A landlord above all, even above the creator.
I had acquired that grand title, yet life itself didn’t change much.
The building was a comrcial property, so there was no need to move.
As expected, my father did not quit his job.
And my mother was soon admitted to the hospital for cancer treatnt.
It was a ti when dical advancents were still limited.
Being able to afford the astronomical dical expenses was truly fortunate.
‘The monthly rent will cover the hospital bills.’
My father wasn’t one to have much business acun or a strong desire for wealth.
He sounded content with just owning one building.
He didn’t seem interested in making more money.
In fact—
“It’s your building, so I’ll manage it only until you beco an adult.
After that, it’s up to you.”
He seed eager to hand over the building in Bundang as soon as possible.
‘It’s probably because of Dad’s quiet nature that things around us have stayed so calm.’
Normally, when you start making good money, word gets out and people co knocking.
But perhaps because of Dad’s extre reticence, not even our cousins ca around.
At a ti when privacy was almost nonexistent, soone who made a fortune from betting could have had their private life exposed.
But even that was forgotten in the fervor of South Korea’s 2002 World Cup semifinal miracle.
I had beco what they call ‘an unknown rich person.’
‘Right, there’s no need to earn more money from here.’
Besides, I didn’t have the skill to grow this wealth any further.
In my previous life, I was just an ordinary citizen.
My understanding of investnt and economic trends was lacking.
So, as a landlord in Bundang, what was I doing?
“Shall we try Stretchy Gymnastics today?”
“Yeees~!”
I was enthusiastically following the teacher’s instructions, doing the Stretchy Gymnastics.
At that ti, my height was 124 cm.
I was about 10 cm taller than the average height.
“Dong-hoo, you look a bit different sohow.”
“What do you an?”
“Um… You look more refined.”
The only person who noticed any change after I beca wealthy was my seatmate, Ryu Jae-rin.
Maybe because we were close, she appeared to have picked up on the fact that my appearance had sohow changed.
“But seriously, who’s prettier between and Su-jin?”
“Uh…”
This was the question she asked all the ti.
Ever since it beca known that I had appeared on ‘Doctor Joy!’, Ryu Jae-rin had been obsessively comparing her looks to Kim Su-jin’s.
I an, what’s a six-year-old going to do with concerns about appearance—
‘Oh right, she’s going to beco a famous idol.’
But even objectively speaking, Ryu Jae-rin certainly had a shining appearance.
She was only six years old, so it was a bit hard to say more, but by adult standards, Ryu Jae-rin would definitely be the visual center of an idol group.
A face that undeniably radiated beauty.
As far as I knew, her childhood was quite impoverished.
Perhaps that’s why I was particularly kind to Ryu Jae-rin.
For example.
“… But why do you always give Pocketmon bread?”
“You collect these, right? But you said you only get one a month. When are you going to collect them all?”
“W-well, that’s true.”
I’d give her the hugely popular Pocketmon bread, or—
“How do you manage to eat cup tteokbokki every day? Are you rich?”
“Yeah. Kind of.”
I’d buy her cup tteokbokki on the way ho from kindergarten, or—
“… Dong-hoo, are you really giving this to ?”
“Yeah, take it. My hand is getting tired.”
“How did you know I like Kuu grape flavor?”
“… All kids like grape flavor.”
I’d pack her snacks during field trips and did whatever I could to support her.
“You’re definitely going to beco a famous idol soday.”
“An idol?”
“Yeah. You’re prettier than Kim Su-jin.”
“Hehe… Really?”
But that was it.
Nothing beyond this happened in kindergarten.
And so, ti continued to flow swiftly.
“Son, it’s ti to get ready for school.”
“Okay.”
I entered middle school.
———
Now a first-year middle school student, my life hadn’t changed much.
Well, one thing had been added.
“Have you ever thought about becoming a celebrity?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Oh. Uh… I’m not a weird person, but please just take my business card, okay?”
“Sure.”
On my way to school, it wasn’t uncommon for talent agency scouts to approach with business cards.
The perk ‘Thousand Faces’ began to show its full effect in middle school.
As my fra developed and my facial features began to erge, the baby fat slowly disappeared.
My face was gradually revealing its true potential.
But during this period, things didn’t always go in a positive direction.
“Hey. Aren’t you showing off a bit too much?”
“Huh?”
The age of storm and stress, the age of youthful romance.
In 2010 South Korea, school violence was as common as a pebble on the road.
A frequent occurrence that could happen to anyone.
In a shady alley, kids would get their shoes stolen and their money taken.
I beca a target for the class bullies solely because I was good-looking.
And it happened on the very first day of school.
‘What the heck is this…’
I glanced down to see the na tag, but, unsurprisingly, this delinquent didn’t have one.
“Well, this is kind of funny.”
In the first year of middle school, at age 14, while everyone else was more or less the sa size, I stood at 170 cm.
As a result, while they were picking a fight with , they all ended up looking up at .
“How cute.”
Maybe it was because this was my second life, but watching 14-year-olds act tough was hilariously amusing.
“Pfft.”
And laughing at that mont was definitely a mistake.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter at their innocence.
“Is this guy crazy?!”
As soon as the laughter ended, a fist ca flying my way, as if they had been waiting for it.
I only had one option.
———-
{Third POV}
Hormone-driven first-year middle school students.
Kim Min-hyuk, the leader of the delinquent group in Class 6, Year 1 at Shinbit Middle School, targeted Kim Dong-hoo for just one reason.
‘Because he was good-looking.’
What is a school bully?
It’s soone who confidently sits at the back corner of the classroom, putting their feet up on the desk.
Soone who sporadically hurls curses to intimidate those around them and grab attention.
They were supposed to be a kind of superstar or idol in their little world.
But Kim Dong-hoo had ruined all of that on the very first day.
A cocky kid who just sat at the front. He relied solely on his looks and stole everyone’s attention.
Normally, Kim Min-hyuk would have taken his ti to break him down, but he just couldn’t hold back.
So, he planned to teach him a lesson before the assembly started.
However, there were two variables Kim Min-hyuk hadn’t anticipated.
‘… Why is this guy so tall?’
The first was that Kim Dong-hoo was tall enough that Min-hyuk had to look up at him.
“Pfft.”
The second was that this guy wasn’t scared in the slightest; he actually laughed at him.
How dare he laugh at him, the class bully?
There was no way he could let that slide.
Kim Min-hyuk swung his fist without hesitation.
Crack!
He imdiately felt sothing collide with his shin.
“Aaaaagh!”
The blunt rubber sole of Dong-hoo’s indoor shoe had struck his shin, and a scream erupted from Min-hyuk.
To make matters worse—
Thud!
His flying fist slamd into the wall.
Because he had lashed out in anger, he hadn’t controlled his strength at all.
Snap!
He felt a fracture in his finger.
At this point, Kim Min-hyuk had only one option left.
“Waaaah!”
He grabbed his finger, writhed on the floor and cried miserably.
The excruciating pain made tears and snot stream down his face.
“What on earth is going on here?!”
“What happened to this kid…?”
“Don’t just stand there—soone call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!”
Teachers arrived on the scene amidst the chaos.
Sensing the severity of the situation, one of the students had rushed to the office to get help.
“Hmm.”
Jang Bo-seok, the horoom teacher for Class 1-6, frowned as he assessed the situation.
He had already called an ambulance, and the next step was to understand what had happened.
Kim Min-hyuk, who was writhing on the floor, didn’t have a na tag and was dressed improperly.
He looked like soone who had been ganged up on, but Kim Dong-hoo stood completely fine.
Judging by appearances alone, Dong-hoo seed to be the assailant, but that was only based on the outco.
Looking at it from a broader perspective, it was obvious that Kim Min-hyuk had been the one who started the trouble.
‘Still, with injuries like that, it seems like his bones might be broken.’
No matter who started the trouble, this wasn’t sothing that could be brushed off lightly.
So, Jang Bo-seok’s decision was.
“Kim Dong-hoo, bring your parents.”
For now, he would start by eting the parents of the student who was unscathed.
———-
The first day of middle school.
Usually, when a teacher tells students to bring their parents, there are two common reactions:
‘Did my child do sothing wrong?’
Parents would be fearful, or—
‘How do you expect to manage kids if you’re a teacher?’
They’d be angry.
It was almost always one of these two.
But this ti…
“…”
Jang Bo-seok found himself in an unfamiliar situation.
“Sir, according to the students, Kim Min-hyuk was the one who started the altercation. The fracture happened when he swung his fist and hit the wall. So, the punishnt will go to Kim Min-hyuk, and Kim Dong-hoo won’t face any consequences.”
“Yes.”
The father barely said anything.
Being reserved was one thing, but this was extre.
‘Isn’t he worried at all that his kid was about to get into a fight?’
To a casual observer, it might seem like he didn’t care about his child.
But this was just Jang Bo-seok’s subjective judgnt.
In reality, Kim Dong-hoo’s father, Kim Jang-ryeol, was deep in thought.
His primary concern was one thing.
‘Thank goodness he didn’t hit him.’
Ever since Kim Dong-hoo had started elentary school, the first thing he wanted to learn was martial arts.
Among them, he was most interested in MMA, mixed martial arts.
A seven-year-old suddenly developed a keen interest in combat sports and had been practicing it for seven years now.
The gym owner even insisted that Dong-hoo should go pro, given his talent.
If his talented son had truly unleashed his skills—
‘Taking down another kid would be nothing.’
But he didn’t do that, and for that, Jang-ryeol felt greatly relieved.
——
{Dong-hoo’s POV}
The day after Kim Min-hyuk was taken away in an ambulance, crying and snotting.
“…”
When I arrived at school, there was only one seat left available for .
The back seat by the window.
‘Why do I have to sit here?’
With that question in mind, I turned to look at my usual seat.
And sitting there—
“…”
Kim Min-hyuk was sitting quietly. He lowered his gaze as soon as he saw .
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