“Giving people medicine and bottles... Are you playing with them?”
“If I don’t kill you, you won’t see me-.”
I really hated the hand that was gently stroking my head.
He slapped his white hand.
Far from being offended, he looked at me with a smile.
“What? What are you looking at?”
“I’ll take you home. There are so many kids out there who are after you.”
You're targeting me? What does that mean?
As he grabbed my wrist and dragged me away, a man called out to us from behind.
"Oh, who's that next to you? Is she a human lover or something? Are you ready for punishment?"
“Shut up. You’re my lover.”
The hand that held the man's wrist, who was crossing his arms and making a fuss, became even stronger.
I don't know his name, how old he is, or even what his existence is.
But I could figure this one out.
That we have a bad relationship with the man who called us.
“Hurry up, mister. I want to go home.”
When I urged him on, he walked on with a bright smile as if nothing had happened.
“What was that, sir?”
“I don’t even know your name, so how can I call you-.”
“Kim Seokjin. My name is Kim Seokjin.”
“But I still want to call you ‘uncle.’ It’s more comfortable.”
“I see.”
I arrived home in the blink of an eye and the man waved his hand at me loudly.
“If anything happens, call me. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, I can come to you right away.”
“What is it?”
He answered curtly and turned his back.
It didn't feel too bad.
There is someone who thinks of me...
It was really funny.
Why do I care so much?
I pulled the blanket all the way up to try to fall asleep.
Then suddenly, the person I saw earlier was in front of me.
“Hello, little one-.”