I was sitting on the windowsill of the school, repeatedly tossing and catching a baseball. The school bell would ring soon.
It was then that I saw a female student trudging across the school playground. It was an unfamiliar face.
He looked like a transfer student.
As it got closer, it captivated Hoseok's attention.
The very essence of trudging along to a place one does not want to go, dragged against one's will
It was on my face
I was about to graduate soon, but I had no choice but to come to school because of my strict father.
I had nothing to fear in the world, but there was one thing I could not refuse: my father's words.
He had one half-brother, but there was a significant age difference between them. Their father was the chairman of a sports brand and was always busy.
I could see him occasionally, but he was expressionless and gave short, monosyllabic answers.
Craving my father's love, I worked hard at judo, which he liked, and even won a medal, but all I received was a single word of praise.
My extravagant stepmother was busy dressing up and going to gatherings; she pretended to be interested, but it was only on the surface, and her true feelings were obvious. On the contrary, she was secretly pleased that I had no interest in my studies and was just going about my business.
During the height of my puberty, I used to go around fighting outside. When my father heard the news at school, he beat me, and I ran away from home, but I was caught by one of his employees within a few hours and brought back in. It felt like my family had practically cast me out of the house.
Lately, I've been missing my mom so much.
He was approaching right up to the window.
She smiles, bathed in sunlight... and for a moment felt dazzling.
It seemed as though time had stopped.
Hot tears suddenly streamed down from Hoseok's eyes....