Chapter 1
(Reason for Coming Here)
A sharp, angular car broke through the darkness, speeding down the empty road. The cautiousness that could be felt beyond safety seemed to directly reflect the driver’s personality.
“Gasp!”
Suddenly, a groan came from the passenger seat, causing the steering wheel to jerk violently. The car swayed from side to side along with the movement of the steering wheel, as if it would have caused a serious accident if there were other cars around. The car came to a stop on the side of the road with the emergency lights on.
“Sukho, are you okay?”
Sukho’s father, who was gripping the steering wheel, turned to the passenger seat in a hurry. There, a young man who appeared to be around 15 years old was sweating and anxiously looking around.
After looking around for a while, Sukho realized that he had dreamt and wiped away his cold sweat before answering.
“I…I’m fine. I must have dozed off.”
“No, it’s possible. Did you have a bad dream?”
“Just…a dream from a while ago.”
Sukho stammered as he mentioned his dream, causing his father, Kim Wo-jae, who was also a director of Taeyang Construction, to look even more concerned.
“So you had a nightmare even though you haven’t fully recovered? Endure it a few more hours… Your dad also experiences it.”
As the car started again, Sukho looked out the window and got lost in his thoughts. He was certain that he had died. The vivid memory of dying on the street while being homeless at the age of 55 was etched in his mind. But when he woke up, he had returned as a 15-year-old boy who had lost consciousness for three days after getting injured while exercising.
That was just three months ago. Since then, Sukho had been living as a 15-year-old again, firmly believing that it wasn’t a dream but reality.
“Whether it’s a blessing from God or a curse from the devil, it doesn’t matter. I won’t live the same life.”
Sukho made up his mind to live a different life from that painful time in hell, starting with sewing the first button at Cheongun-dong, where his great-grandfather’s memorial service would soon be held.
***
As Kim Wo-jae and Sukho’s car approached the large iron gate, it opened as if it had been waiting, giving the feeling that it wouldn’t open. Sukho briefly looked at the gate before entering the mansion.
After his previous father, Kim Wo-jae, passed away, Sukho had visited this place numerous times in an attempt to cross that gate. But he was only met with words telling him to go back. However, when he saw the gate open so easily, he realized once again that he had returned to the age of 15.
“Welcome, Master Wojae.”
Sukho turned his head upon hearing a voice. A middle-aged man in his 50s was greeting Kim Wo-jae, who had entered the mansion.
“Hong, I heard about it.”
Kim Wo-jae took a step closer to the man and shook his hand.
“Your son had an accident? Is he badly hurt?”
“So you’ve also heard, sir.”
The expression on Hong’s face darkened at Kim Wo-jae’s words. But he quickly erased the dark expression and tried to appear nonchalant as he spoke to Kim Wo-jae.
“That damn kid…fell off a motorcycle…sigh.”
