Chapter 242 – The Twins Make Love.
Se-ho knew better than anyone else the face that Se-hwa was genuinely annoyed with.
Anyway, the two of them are twins.
From the moment they were born, beings who have watched each other closely.
It was the moment when Seho turned his head when he noticed that Sehwa wasn’t having a normal conversation with Jihoon.
Ji-hoon grabs Sae-hwa’s wrist and won’t let go.
And Sehwa extremely rejects it.
The moment Seho’s thoughts changed to confidence rather than expectation, he jumped out of his seat.
-Puck
Seho, who spread his palms and hit Jihoon on the head, shouted with an angry face.
“Let go! You bastard!”
It’s a harsh word, and her mother told her not to do it in front of other kids, but Se-ho broke the taboo and rushed at Ji-hoon.
“Mr. Lee…!”
Ji-hoon, who was still in a weak state of mind, couldn’t stand it any longer when Se-ho hit him on the head.
If the object of his resentment was Jong-in at first, now he seemed to hate Se-ho who hit him on the head.
“Who are you to hit me in the head!”
Although Ji-hoon studies diligently, he is a child whose hobby is soccer.
Ji-hoon, who quickly raised his upper body, kicked Se-ho in the shin.
“Ah!”
Screaming at the pain he felt in his shin, Se-ho opened his mouth to Se-hwa, who stood there without saying anything.
“Hey. Lee Se-hwa.”
“Uh…?”
“You stay over there.”
Seho, who was worried that Saehwa might get hurt during the hit, pushed Sehwa back and stretched out his fist at Jihoon.
“You are dead! Jihoon Choi.”
“I really didn’t like you before! Lee Se-ho!”
Two boys swinging their arms wildly with the mindset that you and I will die just today.
The workshop between the two ended only after the homeroom teacher arrived after receiving a tip from the children.
The same time the children were taken away by their homeroom teacher.
Minho, who was waiting in front of the front door to pick up the kids, checked his phone.
“Why aren’t you coming?”
Apparently, other students rushed out to go home, but only my children didn’t even poke their noses.
Weiying
Ringing vibrations.
It was my wife.
[Uh. Hello?]
[Brother. Is it in front of school?]
[Uh. I’m waiting for the kids?]
[Brother. Can you quickly park inside the school and go to the office?]
The voice of his wife, who seemed very urgent.
[Why. What’s up?]
[I got a call from the kids’ teachers, and they said that Seho was injured in a fight.]
[What?]
Minho quickly started the engine at his wife’s words.
[No. Isn’t today the exam day?]
As far as I remember, I thought Sujin, a friend who came over the other day, was also coming home…
[I don’t know. I can’t hear the details.]
[I’ll go first. I’ll give you a call in a little while!]
It was a rather lax outfit to show up at school, but when Minho said that his son was injured, he quickly went inside the school.
The teachers’ room reached through the stairs on the first floor.
Min-ho, who was looking around for his son, found Se-hwa crying and ran forward.
“It’s Sehwa!”
“Dad…!”
I heard that it was Se-ho who was hit, so why is Se-hwa crying?
“Where is Seho?”
The place where her daughter stretched out her arm and pointed…
“Oh…”
The son, with one side of his face red and swollen, was sitting on a chair with his lips pouted.
Apparently, the kid sitting right next to him was the one he fought with, but he was worse than his son.
The black bruises around the eyes made it look like both eyes were paired.
So now that’s our Seho’s work, right?
It’s scary. It’s dizzying.
“It’s Seho.”
“Dad…”
Seho was startled to see his father enter the teacher’s office, probably because he had done something like that.
“Hello. Are you Seho’s father?”
The teacher, presumably the homeroom teacher, got up from his chair and greeted Minho.
“Ah. Yes. Se-ho Se-hwa is the person who becomes a father.”
“As you can see, Seho had a rather violent argument with a friend today.”
Minho, who listened to everything, caught his breath and washed his face dry.
“So, is it true that Seho laid his hand on a friend named Jihoon first?”
“Yes. They say he tried to help Sehwa because he was in trouble…”
The homeroom teacher, who had heard the whole story of the incident from Sehwa, understood the context to some extent, but he could not side with the child who hit him first.
“Is this friend’s guardian coming too?”
“Ah. Yes. Right now, my mother has been contacted and is coming to pick me up.”
“Whoa… I see…”
“Dad. There is nothing wrong with Seho.”
Sehwa held his father’s hand tightly and appealed strongly.
“I was so scared that I asked Seho to help me.”
“You never did! Sehwa Lee!”
Jihoon, who had been quietly listening to the story, stood up and protested.
“When did you do that! You never did! You and I were talking and Lee Se-ho hit me on the head.”
“Scared…”
When Se-hwa showed resistance and twisted his body, it was Se-ho who started suppressing it again.
“I have to get hit again to come to my senses.”
When Seho raised his right arm, it was Minho who stopped him.
“Lee Se-ho. Stop.”
“Dad! Did he just try to touch Sehwa?”
He said something subtle, but not wrong.
Min-ho frowned at Se-ho’s words, but he couldn’t watch his son get into trouble again in the teachers’ room.
“Go home and talk.”
After about five minutes, the sound of loud shoes started to resonate in the teachers’ room.
“Oh! Jihoon-ah!”
Ji-Hoon’s mother couldn’t help but be surprised when she discovered her Ji-Hoon.
My son, who went to school rejoicing that he seemed to have passed the exam, had a big bruise on his face and couldn’t even open his eyes properly.
I haven’t heard the circumstances yet, but the arrow of Ji-hoon’s mother’s anger is of course directed at the perpetrator, Se-ho.
“Oh my god…! No! How did you educate your child and make the face of someone else’s son like this!”
Write…
Although Seho was hit with the blow, Minho had something to say because Seho didn’t attack him unilaterally.
Minho lifts up his son’s still-swollen face and shows it to Jihoon’s mother.
“Seeing that your son is also punching a little, he seems to be punishing him.”
“I beg your pardon? Teacher! Please explain what the hell this is all about.”
The homeroom teacher, who was caught in the middle, had to repeat the explanation he had given to Minho to Jihoon’s mother in a cold sweat.
* * *
Classes must have ended around 2:00, but the children didn’t go home until 4:30.
Inside the car where there is stillness.
Minho opened his mouth first.
“It’s Seho.”
“Huh?”
“Shall we have chicken for dinner?”
Seho, who was sure to be scolded, couldn’t hide his doubts about his father’s words.
“…Really?”
“Huh. Today, let’s go buy something Seho and Sehwa want to eat.”
“Then I’m soy sauce!”
Seho smiles with the swelling on his face.
“What about Sehwa?”
“…Do you eat real chicken?”
Bonamanna was Sehwa, who had predicted that she would be scolded by her mother when she returned home.
I thought maybe this time I had some responsibility for myself…
“Huh. I have to eat rice. You won’t be hungry either.”
“Then… I am the spice…”
Minho parked his car in front of a chicken restaurant near his house, went inside, packed two chickens, and came out.
Seho’s mouth waters with the sweet scent of soy sauce.
Seho seemed to have completely forgotten the memory of punching during the day, and all he could think about was having dinner quickly.
“You go in first. Dad, I’ll park and go.”
When the children opened the front door and entered, Naeun, who was waiting in the living room, greeted them with quick steps.
“Seho!”
Na-eun examines the condition of the child on her knees.
When Naeun saw his son’s face, he couldn’t help but be upset.
“Look at the swelling in your face. Are there any other injuries besides your face?”
“Here?”
As Seho rolled up his pants, Naeun saw the bruise from Jihoon’s kick.
“What the hell have you been doing?”
According to Minho’s brief explanation, Jihoon also had quite a few scratches on his body.
“No. That’s… Mom…”
It was the timing when Sehwa eagerly tried to take Seho’s side.
“Honey.”
Minho, who arrived home, called Naeun.
“Why.”
“Let’s eat.”
Minho immediately hands out an envelope of chicken in front of Na Na.
“Brother. Now is not the time to eat…”
“Naeun.”
Minho, who cut off Naeun’s words, spoke in a firm voice.
“Let’s eat and talk.”
Although she didn’t like her husband’s judgment, who looked quite serious, Naeun reluctantly accepted her chicken and headed to the kitchen.
Half past five.
It was dinner time a bit earlier than usual, but the three of them ate chicken without hesitation except for Naeun.
“Delicious?”
Minho with a wry smile asked his son.
“Huh! It is delicious!”
“Okay. That’s it.”
It wasn’t a good thing.
How can I praise someone else’s child for throwing it away?
However, Minho thought that Seho’s actions were clearly courageous and manly.
“Eat deliciously and cheer up. It’s Seho.”
“Huh!”
“What are you trying to cheer up? Brother.”
Naeun wanted to know what to do if she tried to eat this and go into discipline, but it was said that she did well.
“Eh. What are you talking about?”
Minho replied, putting down the boneless chicken leg.
“I’m going to be scolded by my mother from now on, so I’m telling you to cheer up.”
Seho’s face went white.
