“Hello, Min Jae-hee sunbae-nim.”
She was looking down at her black boots when she noticed barely visible dark brown wingtip shoes. She heard a smooth and clear voice.
[T/N: Wingtip shoes are a classic look in menswear. They are characterized by a leather overlay on the toe that makes a W shape (or a wing shape). Here’s a picture. Source:https://www.fashionbeans.com/article/the-complete-guide-to-wingtip-shoes/ ]
‘I’ve met a boy with a voice like this in the past that I have sealed deep in my heart.’
‘No way, it can’t be.’
Although confident, Jaehee couldn’t raise her head. The man’s shoes came close enough to touch her own boots and she was still looking at her boots.
“Are you ignoring my words?”
At that moment, the man leaned down and pushed Jae-hee’s face back.
“So sunbae cries, too.”
As soon as Jae-hee raised her head and her eyes met with the straight black eyes, she unconsciously stepped back.
‘I was used to this posture of his, his eyes staring at me and both his hands inside his coat pocket and his head slightly tilted.
“Yoon Jung-hoo.”
Suddenly, his name came out of her mouth. His black eyes widened for a moment. His facial expression showed that he did not expect her to remember him at once. Then soon his eyes returned to their original size.
“I am happy that you do remember my name.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah, I was just parking and waiting for someone when some crazy guy rushed on his motorcycle. After lifting the front wheel, he stepped on my bonnet. Then he fell down with his motorcycle, perhaps because he stumbled.”
Jung-hoo grinned as he recalled. It turned out that they were high school bikers. Youngbloods. That guy had guts.
“He’s my brother.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.”
He replied with a look of little surprise. Still, he didn’t take his hand out of his coat pocket, and was looking at her from the distance that Jae-hee had retreated to. Jae-hee pressed hard on her right forearm, which was trying to reflexively twitch.
“Repair fee…”
“Yeah, I haven’t talked about the repair costs yet. Why are you shaking so much?”
Jae-hee suddenly started feeling the cold she had forgotten. She looked at Jung hoo slowly looking at what she was wearing. A thin lint cardigan, which was Jae-hee’s aunt’s, and jeans that didn’t fit her waist. A turtleneck with a stretched neck and an old pair of boots.
“Does it feel like I will eat you up?”
Without warning, he came a step closer. The smell of his Odicolone was colder than the winter breeze.
Jae-hee took a whiff.
“Navy suit under dark gray cashmere coat.” That’s exactly what the nurse said.
[T/N: Odicolone( Eau de Cologne) is a perfume originating from Cologne, Germany.]
It is Yoon Junghoo.
“Or did you do anything wrong?”
Jae-hee avoided eye contact. Then she stared at his wrists, which had a glimpse of blue veins at the end of his coat pocket. When she was asked if she had committed anything wrong, she even stopped crying.
‘Sin. Should she call it a sin? After all, it was a sin for her.’ In a way, it was a relief it turned out the way it turned out.
She was trembled like a naked person. Jung-hoo lightly kicked his tongue while watching it.
“I feel sorry for you.”
The moment his hand came out, Jae-hee closed her eyes without realizing it. She thought he might hit her. However, she only felt a warm cashmere coat hanging over her shoulder. Yong Jung hoo had been wearing that coat till now and she could feel his warmth from the coat.
“I thought I might strangle you when I meet you again.
I guess that’s why I kept my hands in my coat.
I’ve never seen anyone screw me like that before.”
A thick, long finger that looked like it was carved by an artist swept Jae-hee’s cheek as if playing the piano. Dry tear marks hung on the tips of his nails.
“Crying is a foul. Senior.”
His hair was slightly lighter in color. It was reflected by the hospital’s fluorescent light and gently fluttered. A 17-year-old boy turned up as a man after 10 years.
This time he showed up, smashing the back of her head, just like she had when she’d disappeared.
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