GENIUS ARCHER'S STREAMING

CHAPTER 18: TURNING POINT(2)

Ju-Hyeok dropped off Sang-Hyeon at home after they left Acorn Jelly’s studio.

“Thanks, get home safe.”

Thud—?

Sang-Hyeon closed the passenger door and walked up the stairs to his house when Ju-Hyeok shouted from the car.

“Hey, don’t feel rushed. You have talent, so everything will work out.”

Ju-Hyeok must’ve noticed Sang-Hyeon’s dilemma of whether to focus on YouTube or Treevy.

Sang-Hyeon blankly stared at him. Many people had helped and he made sure to remember their faces.

His grandmother raised him alone, his coach got him a job, Acorn Jelly offered to stream together, and Na-Yeon generously explained everything.

The rich elite stared at him and gave him a thumbs up.

Sang-Hyeon made sure to never forget.

“Alright, thanks.”

Vroom…?

Sang-Hyeon walked up the stairs after watching the car’s red tail light disappear.

He could see with every breath that the days would grow colder. His grandmother usually warned him to be careful of the slippery roads around this time of the year.

Sang-Hyeon no longer worried about that. Those worries had disappeared and left behind a gaping hole.

“Hey Grandma, I earned 2.7 million won today. Ju-Hyeok said he won’t take any.”

Sang-Hyeon whispered to himself while looking at the stairs he'd been climbing since childhood.

“Money is money, but this is actually kind of fun. I’m going to keep doing it for now.”

His foggy breath that rose from the monologue represented his determination.

“Even my right arm was completely fine in the game! It was really cool. You would’ve been shocked too if you saw…”

He made a firm fist with his right hand, but it still violently shook.

The accident continued to haunt him. Not only Sang-Hyeon, but his grandma as well. He recalled the creases on her face when she saw his arm. His right arm haunted them more than a nightmare. It caused his grandmother the most pain.

However, he needed this arm and kept this daily trauma by his side. It followed him like a constant shadow and he had a habit of hiding his right hand deep inside his pocket.

“But a lot of people have helped me, Grandma.”

He looked up. Stars filled the dark sky, or so he thought. The old street lamps blocked them out for the time being.

“It feels like you’re helping me through these people. I don’t know how to repay them.”

The stars began to appear in Seoul’s foggy sky. The ones that briefly shone now faded and ran down Sang-Hyeon's chin.

“I’m going to start working really hard now. A little too late, right?”

His grandma used to say that the stars would respond if you looked up.