Chapter 123 – Park Jong-Pil and Baek Ha-Yoon (2)
Medium hair, white skin.
Smart nose. Clenched lips.
Two big, pretty eyes staring at you.
“Treatment cost. Have you not prepared yet?”
The smell of fragrant shampoo.
Neat school uniform.
Badge on the chest.
The three letters ‘Baek Ha-yoon’ written inside the nameplate.
Her name is Baek Ha-yoon.
“Hey. Are you deaf? Because the cost of treatment is different.”
Baek Ha-yoon I haven’t seen in a week.
Park Jong-pil stared at her face.
I beat her up, but I remembered her from a week ago when she was forgiven and released.
However, he had no money.
“Doesn’t exist. It was stolen.”
“Is it stolen? Believe that?”
“Believe it or not.”
“… Where did you lose it? Did you look for it?”
“At home. Dad stole it.”
Baek Ha-yoon’s expression as if he was speechless at his own words.
Then she nodded and opened her mouth.
“Then, when can I get it again? “
“I don’t know. Can’t I just not give it to you?”
“What…?”
“Anyway, the boss has a lot of money. You are also a child of the same house. I have nowhere to work. Rumors spread around here after playing around. The boss won’t pick me up.”
“…That’s your case. You have to take full responsibility.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I have no money, so take care of yourself.”
-Bang!
Park Jong-pil closed the door and went back into the room.
There was a constant knocking on the front door from outside, but he didn’t care.
I’m going to get tired of that and I’m going to leave-, he ignored it with that thought.
“…”
Soon, the house became quiet.
Park Jong-pil smiled and sat down.
If you act like a hogu, you will only suffer loss.
By now, you must be regretting the bad name Baek Ha-yoon.
It’s okay if you don’t pay for that treatment fee.
-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
But the next morning, Baek Ha-yoon came back.
Park Jong-pil, who suddenly woke up, opened the front door in annoyance.
Baek Ha-yoon was glaring at him.
“Pay back. What you did You are in charge.”
“Ha- fuck… Hey, no money. I can’t even find a part time job. Did you talk about it yesterday?”
“Don’t make excuses. If you want to save, you can save.”
“Fuck-foot. The boss won’t pick you up? Rumors have spread in this city! I won’t pay you, so don’t come to me.”
Park Jong-pil slammed the door again and entered the room.
There was a knock on the front door again this time, but he ignored it.
I’m sure I won’t pay it back, so I’ll give up after that.
-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
But the next morning.
The constant knocking on the front door.
Park Jong-pil ignored it. He didn’t even respond.
-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Again the next day.
Park Jong-pil ignored it this time as well.
I’ll give up by tomorrow
-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fucking year.
It annoys me every morning.
This is the first year that she has been so open to herself.
Even a year senior can’t do anything to me, but that bitch is not afraid.
If it comes back tomorrow, it’ll be cooked properly.
-Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Again, the next morning.
The noise that resonates this time.
I guess I should be properly intimidated.
You have to scare them away so they don’t come back again.
Park Jong-pil clenched his fists and slammed his door.
– Jump!
However, Park Jong-pil could not carry out the plan.
Rather, as soon as she saw her, her body froze just as she was.
It was because of the bruises all over her face.
“… You.”
“Don’t think about diving. Because I will come every day I’m busy right now, so I’m just going, but tomorrow I’ll be more of a nuisance. So save money for treatment.”
Baek Ha-yoon spat out his words like a rapid-fire cannon and turned his back and disappeared.
As Park Jong-pil watched her leave, he remembered the bruises all over her face.
‘It’s a mark from being beaten by someone.’
I know.
Park Jong-pil, who was often beaten by his father, knows this well.
The cuts and bruises on her face are traces of being beaten by someone.
I’ve been hit a lot, and I’ve been hit a lot, so I was sure.
If so, are you being bullied at school?
Maybe.
If you have such a shit personality, it’s worth it.
I was taken by an Iljin like myself for going out without notice.
Again, he trembled with hypocrisy, and did something that only harmed himself.
Stupid year.
“You can’t even take care of yourself, but you’re meddling. Byeongsin year”
Park Jong-pil went back into the room and lay down on the futon.
That day, strangely, I did not sleep well.
“…”
The next morning.
Strangely still.
I don’t hear a knock on the front door.
In my heart, I woke up early and was waiting for her, but today I didn’t hear anything.
Have you finally given up?
“Did you get beaten up and come to your senses? Byeongsinyeon”
Park Jong-pil muttered, “It’s nothing special,” And went into the room.
That day, Park Jong-pil was able to fall asleep only after tossing and turning for a while.
“…”
And again the next morning.
This time, the front door was silent.
I guess I really gave up.
‘Is it because you were beaten? He acted like he was going to be so damn persistent’
She who proclaimed that every morning she would come.
However, contrary to what she said, she hadn’t come here for two days already.
… Maybe you’re being bullied badly.
“What do you know?”
However, as always, Park Jong-pil was thoroughly indifferent to others.
Park Jong-pil shook his head and distracted his thoughts.
Then he went back into the room and lay down on the bed.
But today, it was not easy to close my eyes.
Baek Ha-yoon’s face, full of bruises, kept flickering.
“No way! Fuck!”
Eventually, Park Jong-pil left the house late in the afternoon.
And she waited for her in front of her front door at Sungshin High School, where Baek Ha-yoon attended.
‘If I kill those who bully her, I’ll be able to pay for her treatment.’
What he can do best.
The act of beating someone to death.
Park Jong-pil decided to donate his talent after a long time.
After taking care of the child who made Baek Ha-yoon like that, he pays off his debt to his good wife and pays for the treatment.
“Hey.”
And she comes out of her front door just in time.
Park Jong-pil called her, and Baek Ha-yoon, who was mingling with her friends, turned her head and looked at her Park Jong-pil.
“Uh? Treatment fee?”
Baek Ha-yoon recognized Park Jong-pil.
She said something to her friends who were with her.
Then, their friends glanced at Park Jong-pil and looked at Baek Ha-yoon with worried eyes.
However, when Baek Ha-yoon said it was okay, they walked in the opposite direction.
“You’re coming here, what’s going on? Did you get the money for treatment?”
Ha-yoon Baek walks towards her and searches for the whereabouts of the medical expenses.
Park Jong-pil looked at her face, which still had traces of beatings, and then opened his mouth.
“I will tell you directly. Are you being bullied?”
“What?”
“That face. Who did you hit? If you have a bastard, tell me. Because I can fix it.”
“Puff.”
She’s talking seriously, but suddenly she bursts into laughter.
Park Jong-pil’s eyebrows twitched.
Do I look like a dick?
“… You don’t know me, but I don’t think there’s a single bastard in this area who wants to fuck me. Just to mention who made your face like that-“
“Daddy”
“What?
“My face. Dad said it.”
Jaw-dropping speech.
…Is this bitch making fun of me?
“Are you serious? If it’s a lie-“
“Really. Dad did it. If you drink alcohol, you become violent.”
“…”
Once again I was speechless.
There was no picture of such a bright and pretty child being beaten by his father.
Normally, such children would be children who were loved and raised in rich families. Why?
“What. It’s a face you can’t believe.”
“… No. Why are you Usually, a bitch like you can’t do that.”
“Puhaha. Shall I confirm it then?”
“What?”
“Follow me.”
After Baek Ha-yoon said that, he started walking somewhere.
Jong-Pil Park somehow followed her, and the two were able to reach her destination by riding her bus for 20 minutes and then walking another 15 minutes.
“This is our house. If you look at the house, you can see the angle, right?”
Where Baek Ha-yoon’s fingertips are headed.
A shabby villa village located in the middle of a hillside village.
Among them, Ha-yoon Baek’s house is located in the most remote building, the semi-basement.
Baek Ha-yoon and Park Jong-pil walked there.
Soon, Baek Ha-yoon opened the front door and gestured.
“Come in”
Park Jong-pil went into Baek Ha-yoon’s house with a blank face.
The smell of poverty, just like his own home, penetrated his nostrils.
“You drank too much.”
Baek Ha-yoon murmured and entered the room.
In the dark room, there was her father, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and bottles of soju scattered around him. Baek Ha-yoon took the bottles of soju in his arms in his arms and began to put them in a black plastic bag.
“…”
Park Jong-pil looked inside the messy room.
The room smelled of alcohol, ramen, and cigarette smoke.
Baek Ha-yoon skillfully began to tidy up the room, as if she was used to the smell.
Soju bottles were put together in a plastic bag, cigarette butts and plastic were swept away, the contents of the cup noodles were dumped in the toilet bowl, flushed, and the floor was washed with a rag and the windows were opened to ventilate the room.
“Huh-ooh.”
After completing the whole process in just 5 minutes, Baek Ha-yoon took a plastic bag containing a bottle of soju and handed it to Park Jong-pil.
“Hey. Listen to this.”
“Uh?”
A plastic bag in my hand without a chance to reply.
In the meantime, Baek Ha-yoon held up two bundles of flyers piled up on top of the sink and said.
“Let’s go out. I have to go to work.”
“Uh…”
Park Jong-pil unknowingly followed her.
The first place Baek Ha-yoon stopped by was a small supermarket.
“Aunt~ I’m here~”
“Uh~, is Hayoon here?”
“Yes-. Soju bottles are sold here.”
“Tsk tsk tsk. You are suffering You drank too much of that man.”
“Hehe, I will~”
“By the way, who is the friend next to you? A friend I haven’t seen.”
“Ah~ This is a friend I knew before. Say hello.”
Saying that, Baek Ha-yoon pressed her back.
My back bowed and a greeting came out spontaneously.
“Uh? Uh-uh-hello.”
“Yeah~ He’s tall and handsome.”
“Even though he’s a bully, his face is usable.”
“…”
Baek Ha-yoon starts chatting with Super Auntie.
Eventually, after a long chat, she was able to get 1200 won for her sapper collection.
“Then come hang out again~ Your handsome friend~”
“Lol. I’ll go in~”
Baek Ha-yoon greeted Super Auntie and went on the road again.
Park Jong-pil was following her with a bundle of flyers in one hand.
“…But did you stop by the supermarket just to earn 1,200 won?”
Park Jong-pil, who wanted to say something about her, spoke to her in a sarcastic way.
Originally, he wanted to speak more kindly, but that was too difficult for him.
“Only 1200 won? Gather up the dust, it’s a mountain, dude.”
“… Instead, you were held captive by that lady for 20 minutes. Isn’t it annoying to listen to a woman complaining like that?”
“It’s really annoying. But there are more benefits. I got close to her aunt and got all the food that was on the verge of being discarded? How much food does it cover?”
… Having said that, I had nothing more to say.
So he decided to just be curious or ask.
“You,”
Don’t you hate your father? I was going to ask
I also tried to ask how he could be so fine.
I live in a house like that, but isn’t this world a mess?
Actually, don’t you hate me too, I was going to ask that.
“Hmm? Why? Why stop talking”
However, no words came out.
Strangely, no words came out.
So, I just went around saying anything.
“Ah-. Where are you going?”
“Where are you going? Go to work To hand out flyers.”
“…What? Then why are you taking me?”
“Should I help?”
“I? Why?”
“You showed me around the house. Aren’t you going to show that to anyone?”
“What?”
“You are the first of my friends to see our house. I know with honor”
“No, among your friends? Why am I your friend?”
“We know each other’s names. I know where you live. Both of them survived being beaten by Abby, so a consensus was formed. Isn’t that what happened?”
“Uh?”
That’s how it is
When I heard it, it seemed right.
“You adapt. I’m a bit of an insider, so I get along easily with anyone.”
Saying that, Baek Ha-yoon led the way.
Jong-Pil Park follows her with her unfazed face, and then finds herself handing out her flyers in the middle of her downtown.
“Hello-. It is Daewang Charcoal Fire Ribs. We are holding an open event, so please stop by.”
What am I doing here
Suddenly, when I was feeling the sage time, someone tapped me on the back.
It was Baek Ha-yoon.
“Are you doing better than I thought? See It’s not that hard to keep going, right?”
“…”
Park Jong-pil looked at Baek Ha-yoon’s empty hand, then he looked at the leaflet he was holding.
While Baek Ha-yoon was handing out all the flyers, he was unable to hand out even 50 out of 300.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Puhh. Give me a little impression. You’re making an impression like that, so don’t try to take it well. You have a handsome face, so it would be okay if I shared it with a smile.”
I am handsome.
Park Jong-pil hardened in shock at those words.
When he saw Baek Ha-yoon smiling brightly, he felt his heart ache.
“I wrote heartily. You give me 50 more in the future. I’ll give you the remaining 200.”
Saying that, Baek Ha-yoon took away the bundle of flyers in her hand.
And he added a word as if he thought of something.
“Ah. Shall we bet? If I share everything first, you will pay for the treatment. If you share it first, you won’t pay the treatment fee. Call?”
“… Okay.”
Soon after, Park Jong-pil started handing out flyers with a blank face.
With a bewildered face, sobbing- sobbing-.
Why?
It was a bet on the cost of treatment, which was so annoying, but for some reason, he felt like it had nothing to do with it.
He was more concerned about the strange sensation that kept making his heart ache rather than that bet.
“Grunt~ The 1st Daewang Charcoal Grilled Galbi that no one knows even if they eat together and become pigs~ We are having an opening event right now, so please stop by~”
She digests her cheesy comments casually.
Pretty girl and school uniform. And the combination of ‘Grunt~’ was so powerful that she was the one who took down her flyers in an instant.
Park Jong-pil felt that the surroundings of her were shining brightly.
‘You…’
Baek Ha-yoon.
Her name is Baek Ha-yoon.
Park Jong-pil looked at her, dropping her hand holding her leaflet under her.
On a dark night, her face, illuminated by the lights of the city, seemed to shine brightly.
‘Baek Ha-yoon’
As I repeated her name in my mind, I felt a tingling feeling once again.
Park Jong-pil felt as if his entire fate was being shaken that night.
Eventually, at the age of 18, he accepted himself that this feeling he felt for the first time was the feeling of his first love.
