Chapter 88 (2/2)

“Why?” All of a sudden, he felt déjà vu. He had had that kind of conversation before. “Why do you want to get to know me?”

Myohan sounded amused. He narrowed his eyes and looked down at Myo Cheong. He looked relaxed like a lion with a full belly. Jino widened his eyes.

‘You’re really good at running.’

That stuffed rabbit. It crossed his mind. But it wasn’t on his bed. It was in the middle of the school yard, in front of everyone’s eyes.

“Jino likes cute things.”

His head ached. He grabbed it and looked away, but then he spotted a cat with yellow eyes. It was standing next to the school gate. It looked straight at him. It was the cat that had startled Myo Cheong the other day.

“Cat…”

Looking at it, he started to talk. He missed Myo Cheong smirking.

“See? I told you.”

Jino took his eyes off the cat and turned to Myohan.

‘Here, I’ll give you this, as a peace offering.’

The cat with yellow eyes was gone now. The voice he was hearing in his head was clearly Myohan’s. His head ached even more.

“Jino,” Myohan called him by his name.

‘Have I told him my name?’

Jino wondered, but Myohan just went on.

“Trust me, getting close to me will do you no good.”

‘Let’s just say you won.’

Then Jino looked up. That was the last. He heard nothing more. The cat was nowhere to be seen. He looked at Myo Cheong, and then Myohan. He took a step forward.

“….We lost.”

Myohan sighed and smiled. He pretended not to, but he couldn’t help feeling good about it. With twinkling eyes, Jino asked what he should have asked a long time ago.

“So, why do they use blinkers on racing horses?”

The soccer ball spun in Sinsul’s hands. He had used it for so long that now it looked more like a rag. He let out a huge sigh, making Myohan glance at him.

“Myohan, there’s this thing troubling me.”

“No, I won’t play soccer with you.”

“It’s not about that!”

Sinsul huffed and puffed, but he didn’t give up. He turned to Myohan. Myohan was clearly not so enthusiastic about helping him, but he never was, so it didn’t hurt Sinsul at all.

“I can’t smell these days.”

Shihuang, who was looking out the window, turned and looked at them. He had become friends with Myohan really fast right after he arrived. Sinsul also felt quite close to him, although they had never had a real conversation.

“No, you sniffed and guessed today’s lunch menu just a few hours ago.”

“But everyone can do that!”

They had gotten roasted fish for lunch. Delicious smell had traveled far from the cafeteria. Sinsul kept grumbling as he fell on his desk.

“My sense of smell isn’t as good as it used to be.”

At some point, he got to thinking there was something wrong with his sense of smell. He couldn’t explain it well, but it felt like he could detect less smells than before.

“Well, it’s not a big deal.”

Sinsul was very serious, but Myohan wasn’t. Sinsul got up and raised a finger.

“Listen,” Myohan didn’t listen, of course. “Let’s say you had really, really great sight, but then one day, your sight got so bad that you had to wear glasses. Wouldn’t that bother you?”

“Was your sense of smell that great in the first place?”

“Of course…?” Sinsul was about to nod, but then he stopped. He wanted to say yes, but there are parts he couldn’t really explain.