Chapter 3: Past.

Seol Jihu waited for a while in front of the entrance.

During that, he fiddled with his phone. He even watched a video.

'The customer if that is taking his time.'

Then, a middle-aged man came out.

'Speak of the devil.'

"Good morning, sir, here you go."

Seol Jihu offered him the package.

"Sir...?"

The man ignored the package and looked at him coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

Confused, he said. "Shouldn't I?"

Seol Jihu valid on his app the address.

He feared he had made a mistake.

Daeksung would return the money to the customer if the delivery was not made within the expected time frame.

And if that was the case, he would lose money from his paycheck at the end of his workday.

After checking, he said relieved. "Sir, this is the correct address, isn't it?"

He proceeded to show him the screen of his phone.

The man narrowed his eyes.

"Beat it, you're not welcome, you bastard!"

Seol Jihu was beginning to get frustrated.

'What's wrong with this man?'

However, still with a smile, he said. "Sir, I don't know if you've been stressed, but that's no reason to bother a simple delivery boy like me."

"Who's bothering who? I told you you weren't allowed to come back!"

Some realization dawned on him.

'So the previous owner of this body also worked as a delivery boy.'

If that was the case, he should have given her a proper apology.

"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again. Now, I have more deliveries to make, so I'll leave this over here and depart. Goodbye."

He had already wasted a lot of time, so he took his leave quickly.

The man was stunned and surprised by his words.

Why?

That was no longer Seol Jihu's problem.

The man suddenly spoke. "You don't know...?"

The uncertainty could be slightly noticed in his words.

Seol Jihu was already on the bottom rung.

He turned around and said. "Know what?"

There was obvious impatience.

The man's words were slow to come out.

"I am your father, Seol."

'Uh, my father?'

The dots connected in his head at once.

He swallowed saliva.

Quickly, he turned around and walked briskly toward the company motorcycle.

"Stop right there!"

He heard rapid footsteps behind him and subsequently felt an iron-like grip on his shoulder.

"You still haven't answered me."

With some discomfort, he said. "Yes, my father. I know who you are, of course. Ha, ha, ha..."

The man was silent and did not answer.

"F-Father, could you let go of me? I have work to do."

Seol Jihu hesitated as he uttered the term father.

"No. You're not going anywhere."

He continued. "I hope this isn't another one of your stupid things." The man looked at him and said with some suspicion; an uneasiness between his brows.

Seol Jihu sighed heavily; he understood that nothing he said would carve him an escape.

"Come on," the man claiming to be his father dragged him into the house.

Giving up, he simply reluctantly followed the man.

'I guess this had to happen sometime.'

Either now or later.

'But seriously, what are the odds?'

Once again he complained about his bad luck.

* * *

Seol Jihu was somewhat doubtful of the man's words, but upon seeing a family photo with a younger version of him, he could only accept it.

While Seol Jihu was in the living room, the man led a woman surprised by his arrival, who he assumed was his mother, to a secluded spot.

They began to discuss in hushed tones.

Slight snippets of the conversation were elicited and he understood that it was about his apparent memory loss.

'How should I deal with this situation?'

The starting point at which he transmigrated gave way to it being too late to develop a parental relationship.

It is true that it is not the father who begets, but the one who raises, but the latter may no longer even be applicable to this situation.

"Seol, is it true?"

The woman approached and questioned on the verge of tears.

She clutched her hands tightly, and it was visible the fear she felt inside, due to the trembling that accompanied them.

He did not want to hurt her.

It was a sincere desire, born from within him.

However, if he pretended something that did not exist, in the end it would only be more painful for both parties.

No one would come out of such a situation well.

"Yes..." he asserted.

Now, he wouldn't say there was another soul occupying her son's body either, definitely.

The woman was slow to regain her composure.

"Do you remember me, even just a little?"

There was hope in the tone with which she asked.

Seol Jihu shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't."

The woman couldn't take it anymore. Tears streamed down her face.

"Since when?"

The man finally intervened in the conversation.

Seol Jihu looked at his now father by consanguinity and said. "About two days. Not long.

The woman cried even harder and between sobs said. "My son. I'm sorry. It must have been terrifying."

She tried to move in for a hug him, but Seol Jihu unconsciously pulled back.

A mistake, of course.

The woman felt more heartbroken.

Tears welled up like a rushing river.

The man pulled the woman close to his chest and comforted her.

After his wife's breathing calmed down a bit, he said to Seol Jihu. "We must take you to the Doctor. I won't take no for an answer."

'Should I?'

His situation was closer to fanciful, and thus, he didn't think it would come to solve anything to go to the doctor, but it didn't cost him to try either.

He didn't want the problem to escalate.

Besides, it would be cruel and inconsiderate of him to Seol Jihu's mother.

He couldn't even imagine what pain a mother would feel to find that her beloved son had completely forgotten her.

"Yes, why not, let's go." He nodded and agreed.

In the end, he couldn't refuse. Not that Seol Jihu wished so either.

He suddenly remembered something.

"This," Seol Jihu scratched his cheek in embarrassment. "It's awkward what I'll say, but could we go later? I still have work to do. I'm a delivery boy."

He pointed to the food on the table.

"No. You're sick."

"Son, we'll nurse you back to health. Don't worry."

The man, hearing the woman's words, wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

Seol Jihu waved his hands uncomfortably. "I may have lost my memories. But I'm still a functioning human being. I just got this job."

"No."

"No."

The answers that followed to new, equally valid arguments were the same, no matter how much he reasoned.

So, with shoulders slumped, he made a call.

The result, as expected, was not pleasant.

He put the phone away and said despondently. "Okay, I'm ready. When do we go?"