"So why did you call me here?" Hoon asked as he arched an eyebrow towards him, "Well?"
"Hoon, I..." he stopped to think. "I think there's something going on."
"Huh?" he said as he plucked blades of grass out of the ground and observed the color and texture carefully. Kiseop snapped his fingers in front of his face to catch his attention, "Focus!"
"Oh, sorry," Hoon replied, slightly embarrassed at his childish behavior. It was just the way he was and he couldn't do anything about it. "What does that mean?" he queried after thinking about what Kiseop had asked in his mind for a few seconds.
"I read a newspaper article...about...a couple...who died seventeen years ago," he took a deep breath as Hoon watched his face closely, searching for any sign of supposed suspicion. "And I was thinking...what if...they're...related to me in any way?"
"What makes you think that, Kiseop?" he interrogated slowly. "I'm sure it's just a remembrance article or something and it's all in your-"
But before he could complete what he was going to say, Kiseop cut him off, "My father said the exact same thing...does this mean you're hiding something from me?! and you won't help me, will you?"
"No, no!" Hoon lied, "It's just a coincidence," he sighed as he got up and brushed the small blades of grass off his blazer. "I'm going back to class," he smiled slightly as he patted his back, completely ignoring Kiseop's earlier question. "Later."
"Yeah...later," Kiseop said as he watched him stroll away, then got up and went to class himself as well. He narrowed his eyes at his surroundings as he thought to himself while walking, "Hoon won't help me? Fine, then. I'll just have to pay a visit to the government offices myself."
