late info : Wu Shixun is Sehun's Chinese name

4.

“Noona?” Haneul tilts his head at his sister as soon as the lady steps into the house, his eyes scans down to his sister’s feet meanwhile the latter gives him an uninterested quick glance before she walks to the kitchen and put down the paper bag that she hugs along the way walking home. “Where did you came from?”

“Mart.”

“Then why do you look like that?”

By ‘that’ he clearly means Ga Eul’s miserable and overly-tired face, together with her torn pants on the knee part. Of course, even Ga Eul herself wouldn’t stand having the sight of her this way. However what could she do? It already happened, and it’s all that guy’s fault!

Again, she walk passes her brother who is still waiting for her answer as the former loyally eyeing each of her steps. “My blood is still boiling, you better don’t ask anything,” Ga Eul’s eyes shifts to her brother in a glance then take a glass from the rack, setting it down to the table. The boy smiles, quietly pour the water from the jug for his sister. “Where were you just now? Mom didn’t even call you for helping her with the groceries. See? Now I’m the victim.”

“I was studying. Got a mid-term test next week.”

“You better do great then.” Her hand gestures into a slitting throat action, “Or I’ll kill you.”

Ga Eul was about to leave for her room but Haneul tugs on her shirt and lightly pushes his elder sister to the couch, only right then the lady realizes that her brother has the first aid kit in his other hand. Instead of questioning the former’s words towards him, that boy sighs as soon as he sees the scratches on her kneecap. “So you fell down?”

“Not my fault.”

“Then?”

“A scooter.”

“What?!” Haneul raises his voice up right away, making the lady flinches out of shock. His eyes widen while that face of his scrunches, expressing his disbelief. “And that person doesn’t do anything about it?”

“I ran away before he could do anything.”

“Why did you even…is he a ert? That’s why you ran home?”

A crease forms on Ga Eul’s face as she spends some thought about the guy she met for the second time just now. From their first encounter, that guy is the one who did something nice, even with the little incident back then at the mart. The guy always be smiling or apologizes meanwhile she is always be the one who gets worked up out of nowhere, in the contrary. “No, I think he’s a kind young man. He said sorry for…I don’t know, countless times?”

“Fool,” Haneul murmurs however loud enough for me to hear it. Perhaps he purposely wants me to hear that. “Then why did you ran away? Exaggerate a bit, ask for compensation or something. Make money out of it.”

Out of it, that 15 years-old kid earn a hit on the back of his head, as he deserve to get one.

“Do you have a death wish? Where did you learn to do immoral things like that?”

“Then why did you ran away instead of accepting someone’s apology?” The boy pouts, rubbing his sore head. “You said he said sorry, yet you get mad as if he did you wrong,” Haneul continues letting out his thoughts freely while finishing his touch by applying the Band-Aid on his sister’s knee. That boy beams, tilting his head up to glance at that sister of his. “You’ve always told me to be kind, don’t you? Since that’s what Dad had always told you to.”

On the mention of Dad, the lady’s memory automatically reminds her of something that lifts a thin smile on her face. “I know, right? I should’ve been nicer to people.” Her tone has turn much softer then she breathes, “I haven’t visited him yet.”

Jongdae straighten his sitting posture immediately as soon as he finds out something while reviewing all the resumes for the job interview that will be held tomorrow. As the co-founding members of the tuition centre he’s working at, Jongdae has been responsible for this whenever they receive the applications. He pushes his spectacles on the bridge of his nose, narrow his eyes to reconfirm what he just stumble upon on that piece of paper.

“Noh Ga Eul,” the man mumbles the name quietly, his fingers grazes on his face; lining down his jaws as those lips turns down. “This address…,” Jongdae hums, counting what’s lingering in his head before letting out a loud gasp and covers his mouth by his own two hands. “She’s Aunt Lee’s daughter! I was right the whole time…!”

Jongdae remembers that the first time they met, he asked her if she is his front door’s neighbour however the lady insisted that she lives at the other house upstairs. Of course, Jongdae wasn’t there for an argument so he just let it slide though he knows well that the owner of the house upstairs is the landlord lady. And the landlord has no daughter.

Again, his mind shifts through time but now he r