When The Phone Rings / The Call You Just Made Is

Chapter 11 The Childhood Memory

The first time she saw Baek Sa-eon was not long after she entered Chairman Hong's house.

'The daughter brought by the club singer's wife.'

Hee-joo heard such gossip from the first day. When her mom, who used to throw cheap cosmetics in front of her dad, went out barefoot and smiled at Chairman Hong.

When her pretty and fresh-faced sister just passed her by.

When her mom only took care of Chairman Hong's ashtray rather than Hee-joo's meal.

Young Hee-joo wandered around the neighbourhood, thinking of her father whom she had left behind. 

‘It’s really big… … .’

This neighbourhood where the rich people lived together had high walls.

A high wall surrounding a large house.

Wandering through those alleys, it felt like she was trapped in a maze.

Young Hee-joo often went into a narrow, dark place thinking about her father whom she missed. 

That day was just another ordinary day.

“… … !”

But someone was already standing there blankly.

Tall and big-boned.

Not nine years old, not an adult, but somewhere in between.

The older brother, who was wearing a school uniform, must have looked pale like a ghost.

The boy had no flesh compared to his broad shoulders. His white shirt fluttered in the wind, revealing his skinny upper body helplessly. The pale skin was pale as if it hadn't eaten anything. Nevertheless, the high nose bridge was the first thing that came into view.

The nervous eyes were sharp as if a carving knife had been cut off, and because of that, a very sensitive and sensitive atmosphere flowed.

Hee-ju couldn't take her eyes off the boy she saw up close because he was so amazing.

Because there were only old people in the club.

Immature but thick-boned, and a white face without a single freckle was so uncountable.

“Wow… … .”

The boy’s head was bent up so much that it hurt.

That was when their eyes met.

“… … !”

The boy, who had been cold and frozen, suddenly shed tears.

That moment felt as long as the closing ceremony. 

As soon as the boy realized that the person he had encountered was none other than Ae, he put his hand on the wall and lowered his head. A strange sense of relief leaked out along with his sigh.

“T, over there… … Where does it hurt?”

“… … .”

The boy immediately glared at the child with eyes that had burst blood vessels. 

The reddened eyes were scary.

‘Mom… … .’

The moment Hee-joo took a step back, an arm suddenly stretched out.

“… … !” 

A large hand pressed hard on the child’s forehead as if it were holding her head. The long fingers pressed her temple and the palm blocked her vision.