Returning home, Su Hee managed to change her clothes and lay down on her bed.

And she sprawled on the soft bed, looking at the glowing mobile phone in her hand.

When she reached her arm out and looked at her phone, there was a message from Seung Jo.

When she pressed the notification, unexpectedly, there were three voice files arrived.

Looking at the title, they were the script files she had heard at Seung Jo’s house.

“I can’t ask if she got home safely.”
It might be obvious as we’re not that close to be able to define each other.

But an unexpectedly lonely feeling started to creep up.

Su Hee, pushing back unnecessary emotions, was about to close her mobile phone.

[You can decide after listening to all the scripts.] Then, pushing away the speech balloon, one more message came up.

[Let’s meet again after listening to the script.] Naturally, Seung Jo made another promise with Su Hee.

“He insists we talk face to face.”
It seemed possible because it was a topic that could not be concluded by phone call alone.

Su Hee, who was staring at the messages on her phone, downloaded all the voice files.

Then she took out earphones from the bedside drawer and plugged them in.

Su Hee, her head laid on the pillow, played the file she hadn’t finished listening to at Seung Jo’s house.

[Scene 1. Inside Gangho’s room. Gangho with thick hornrimmed glasses and messy hair sits in front of his desk. Nayoung bursts in without knocking and throws a pillow.] Su Hee’s eyelids comfortably closed at the smooth voice of Seung Jo.

[Hit by the pillow out of nowhere, Gangho turns around. Gangho, (with an angry face) I told you to knock when you come in.] Unlike when he was reading the instructions, emotions were filled when he read the scripts.

Neither excessive nor insufficient, the emotions made the situation resonate faster.

After listening to the recording files for a while, Su Hee expressed admiration.

“Why is he so good?”
Seung Jo’s voice, which controlled the strength appropriately, felt like he was acting.

Before she knew it, Su Hee was focusing on Seung Jo’s acting, not the script.

As she listened to the reciting voice, the scene unfolded in her mind.

Su Hee, who was quietly listening to Seung Jo’s voice, fell asleep unnoticed.

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“Brother, brother!”
Su Hee, who had fallen asleep for a moment, opened her eyes at the voice of a child.

Su Hee was standing on the school field that had appeared in her dream before.

So it meant this was not reality, but a dream.

Su Hee, looking around the field, walked towards the two children on the playground.

Little Su Hee hopped towards the boy sitting on the swing.

Again, the boy’s face was so blurry that she couldn’t see it clearly.

Little Su Hee, who couldn’t keep still and was swaying from side to side, stared at the boy’s injured face.

“Did you fight with your friend again?”
The boy turned his head, hiding his bruised mouth with his hand.

“Why. You should get along well with your friends.”
Young Su Hee straightened her bent waist and shook her head vigorously.

“No, I wanted to ask if you hit more. Did you hit more?”
The boy stared at Su Hee with a bewildered face, then burst into laughter.

“Oh Su Hee, you really can’t be stopped.”
“You can’t stop Ddunggu.”
Childishly, young Su Hee made a lame pun.

Su Hee watched the two of them, lost in complex thoughts.

‘Is this also a fantasy I made up?’
‘Who is that boy who keeps appearing in my dreams?’
‘Did I used to be close to him?’
The name stitched on the uniform was ‘Han Seung Jo’, just like before.

In reality and in her dreams, Han Seung Jo never left Su Hee’s side.

“So, did you hit a lot?”
“There were three of them.”
Young Su Hee seemed to understand, nodding and sitting on the swing next to Seung Jo.

“Oh, so you got hit more?”
“If it was one on one, I could have hit more.”
At the excited voice of the boy, Su Hee who was watching chuckled.

‘It seems he’s embarrassed to show weakness in front of a girl.’
Finding it adorable, Su Hee couldn’t take her eyes off the two of them.

She just wanted to continue watching in amusement.

But, it was impossible for the unpredictable young Su Hee to just watch quietly.

“Let’s see. How much you got hurt.”
As young Su Hee swung, the squeaky sound of scraping metal echoed in Su Hee’s ears.

Like the last time, every unfolding dream felt as vivid as reality.

The boy leaned his chin towards young Su Hee to show his injured mouth.

Naturally, the boy’s eyes looked down.

“You’re not much hurt.”
Young Su Hee looked at the boy’s lips, where a bloody scab had formed.

“Not much hurt. I need to apply some spit.”
“Why would you apply disgusting spit?”
Young Su Hee reached out and grabbed the protesting boy’s face.

Su Hee, who had been quietly watching the two, her pupils dilated sharply.

Crunch.

At the sharp ‘tchok’ sound echoing in her ears, Su Hee, who had been observing, felt as though she had been hit in the back of her head.

It was because young Su Hee had fearlessly matched her lips with the boy’s.