Devil’s Music

Chapter 242: Begin Again

Gun, having spotted Bimad, raised a hand and smiled.

"Over here, Bimad. Ah! Is that my hat? Thank you, it was a favorite of mine."

As Gun expressed delight upon seeing his hat, Bimad awkwardly approached, holding out the boater hat he had been clutching.

"Is it really here?"

"Ha, of course."

Noticing the two women seated beside Gun glancing around as he looked around for a seat, they quickly got up and brought over an extra chair from a secluded corner.

"Here! Sit here."

The woman who brought over the chair sat next to Bimad and said, as he awkwardly laughed and took a seat,

"Ha, it's an honor to have women bring over chairs when I'm with K. I'm just laughing here."

"You introduced our bar, right? Thanks to you, all the customers are trying K's favorite beer. Yours is on the house."

Bimad, receiving the stout with a surprised look, glanced around to see everyone in the pub drinking stout. Seeing Gun, Bimad put down his glass with an apologetic look.

"Ah.. This wasn't my intention.."

Gun waved off the apology, patting Bimad's shoulder,

"No, Bimad. Buying the beer was my choice, not because of you. Ha, will you give me the hat?"

After a moment's hesitation, Bimad startledly handed over the hat.

"Ah! So, sorry. I was too surprised today."

Gun placed the hat on the table and held out his glass,

"Here's to your last night."

"Ha, thank you, K."

After clinking glasses, Bimad sneakily glanced at Gun. The side view of Gun, laughing and drinking beer, seemed beautiful even to a man's eyes. Turning to look at the woman sitting beside Gun, her eyes became dreamy as she attempted to drink her beer, captivated by Gun's profile. Bimad chuckled at the woman, and Gun raised an eyebrow and asked,

"Hm? Why? Laugh with us."

"Ah, ha, no, it's nothing."

As Gun stared at Bimad, Aaron approached and said,

"K, sorry, but the customers are all staring at you, and there's no space left. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to come inside the bar to drink?"

Gun, puzzled, looked towards the spot Aaron was indicating inside the bar and asked,

"You mean to come to the spot where Aaron is standing?"

Aaron, resting his hands on his hips, nodded and gestured towards the inside of the bar,

"Yes, there's no place as free and comfortable as here. It's designed so only the staff can enter. Bimad and you can drink comfortably, and the women beside you and our customers can gaze at you to their heart's content, right? Ha."

After a moment of thought, Gun turned to Bimad and asked,

"Is that okay?"

"Ah! Of course!"

Bimad quickly stood up, offering his chair to Aaron before attempting to carry Gun's chair, but Gun stopped him and personally handed it over to Aaron. Entering the staff entrance to the bar, Gun stood where the bartender usually would, to applause from the patrons.

"Wow!! K's face is clearly visible!"

"Such a prime spot! Master is the best!"

"Squeal! Someone take a picture with K in it!"

As Gun responded to the cheers with a wave, Bimad, looking on enviously, offered his chair,

"Sit here, K."

"Ah, thank you."

As Gun and Bimad settled in, a woman with long hair hurried to the opposite seat to avoid losing it and introduced herself to Gun,

"I'm Lizzy. It's a pleasure to meet you, K."

Gun shook hands with Lizzy, smiling, as another woman with a short haircut eagerly extended her hand,

"I'm Daniela, K! I'm a huge fan!"

"Ha, thank you, Lizzy, Daniela."

After the handshake, Gun turned to Bimad and raised his glass for a toast, then asked,

"Are you leaving for studies?"

"Ah, yes, that's right."

"What are you studying?"

"Ah... I'm embarrassed to say it in front of K, but it's practical music."

Gun's eyes lit up, and he raised his glass again,

"Oh! Really? Where to?"

"To the U.S. Berkeley, that is."

"Wow, that's amazing. We might meet again someday, ha."

"K, I'm not talented enough to meet K."

Gun smiled with his eyes, playfully shaking his glass. Watching Gun, Lizzy hurriedly began recording with her phone. As Lizzy held up her phone, Gun posed playfully for the camera, prompting everyone inside the pub to take out their phones, hoping to capture a

rare video of Gun. Seeing this, Gun turned his head to acknowledge each camera, interacting and laughing with the people. Watching Gun, Bimad cautiously mentioned,

"K, I've seen speculative articles wondering if you avoid the media due to media phobia or social avoidance, but seeing you now, you're not like that at all. You seem quite cheerful, which surprised me."

Gun looked puzzled,

"Me? Social avoidance? I don't have that.."

"Exactly. But people tend to take speculative articles in the media as fact. I was one of them."

"Huh.. So there were such articles. Truth is, searching my name feels ticklish, so I don't really read my articles, ha."

"Ha, that makes sense. But what brings you to Ireland?"

"Ah, it's a trip. I came here following a retirement trip for a professor I respect, just after finishing a concert a few days ago."

"Wow! So, Professor Leontine Price is here too?"

"Yes, ha. And Professor Sharon is here as well."

"Gasp! Professor Sharon, too? The goddess of Spanish guitar.."

"She's my professor. She respects Professor Price as well. They're close."

"That's amazing... To be with such people every day."

Daniela suddenly interjected,

"What about Kiska Miočić? Didn't she come?"

Gun smiled slightly at Daniela's sudden question,

"Kiska is still too young for international travel; her dad won't allow it."

"Ah.. That's a shame. I wanted to see her; she's so cute."

Then Lizzy cautiously asked Gun,

"Um... K. I've been curious about something; may I ask?"

Gun nodded happily, and Lizzy looked around before lowering her voice,

"Kiska is still young, right? But she wrote lyrics for a song you announced before an opera performance. Do you share the profits with her?"

Gun's expression turned serious upon hearing Lizzy's question. Seeing his change in expression, Lizzy waved her hands and hurriedly said,

"Ah, no. I shouldn't have asked! Even though K would have refined the lyrics, there's no need to share profits with a child, haha."

Gun rested his elbow on the table and thought for a while before shaking his head,

"No. The song was entirely written by Kiska. I just assumed the company would handle it, without paying much attention to that part. Excuse me."

Gun called Byung-jun. After three rings, Byung-jun, sounding half-asleep, answered,

"Hmm, hello?"

"Ah, hyung, were you sleeping? Sorry."

"Gun? How's the trip?"

"Yes, hyung. How's Kiska?"

"What do you mean? She's been crying all day from missing you. She won't even come to the annex, just stays in her room."

"Ah.. I see."

"But why did you call?"

"Ah, hyung, I just remembered. You know the song Kiska wrote lyrics for? How's the profit distribution for that?"

"Sigh, you ask so quickly. Do you think Director Son would let that slide? It's all being saved up, but since Kiska doesn't have an account, they're wondering if they should send it to Gregory. Obviously, linking a corporate account to a mafia boss's account is a tricky issue."

"Ah, that's a relief. Whew, thank you, hyung. You're taking care of things I missed."

"I'm your manager, man. And before I got to it, the director had already taken care of it. So, what should we do?"

"It should go to Kiska."

"That's obvious. But what about the account? Is cash okay?"

"Ah, yes. I'll give it to Gregory directly when I return."

"Got it, I'll prepare it. Oh, and Director Son said, if Kiska is going to write more songs for you, we should make an official contract through Gregory when you return. Let's talk about that too."

"Yes, hyung. Thank you."

"Alright, have a good trip. Don't get into trouble!!"

Gun glanced around the pub, awkwardly smiling,

"Ah... I'll try."

"Yeah.. What? You've already caused trouble!!"

"Ah... haha"

"What trouble!? Spit it out, you rascal!"

"Ha, it's nothing, hyung. I'll call you back!"

"Hey!!!!!!"

Click

Gun wiped off his sweat and looked at the turned-off screen before smiling at Lizzy,

"Thank you. If it weren't for Lizzy, I might have overlooked something important. I'm not very attentive to these things, ha."

Having overheard the conversation, Lizzy waved her hands and said,

"No, no. That's what makes you K! Cheers!"

Lizzy held out her glass, and the others joined in. The four clinked their glasses so loudly

that the sound filled the room. They enjoyed a lively conversation, and as the night progressed and it was time for other customers to leave, they approached Gun to request photographs, which he happily obliged. Having become friendly through their conversation, Bimad asked with a more relaxed expression,

"How long will you be in Ireland?"

"About three more days, including today."

"I see. Are you planning to visit Slane Castle?"

"Of course! It's a must-visit for any rock fan!"

"Ha, that's great. My aunt is the manager there. If I ask her in advance, she can give you a tour."

"Really? Would you do that?"

"Of course! Ha, my aunt's name is Ciara. Just mention her name at the ticket office, and she'll come out to meet you."

"Wow, that would be great! Thank you, Bimad!"

As they raised their glasses once again, the night deepened with their warm company.

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