12 Painting a Target on a Bully (1/2)

When it comes to Yeo Ri, Hyuk and Gun had almost similar sentiments; they both cared deeply about her.

Thus, after the girl surrendered herself to sleep, the two tacitly understood on what they should do.

Gun knew informing the authority wouldn't do much, especially if the bully turned out to have a strong backer. They were poor and had no powerful parents behind them, so convicting the bully using the law was futile. However, he was not going to become like Hyuk, who only knew to use his fists when dealing with matters.

He made a mental note to contact Min Chae, whom he knew was best friends with Yeo Ri. The girl would definitely know what was going on.

He glanced at Hyuk, who was sitting at his spot again, with a face that demanded revenge. He could hear the man grinding his teeth as he was sitting, slowly tumbling his phone in his hand, deep in thought. As rough as he was, Gun knew that he had a soft spot for Yeo Ri, just like him.

”Don't do anything rash. Let me handle it,” he reminded the man.

Hyuk responded with an indifferent glare, ”F*ck you.”

Gun did not bat an eye at his insult, instead going back to his revisions. He tapped his fingers on the desk, brewing up a plan in his mind.

The next day.

Gun called Yeo Ri's school, informing them that Yeo Ri would not be coming due to sickness.

”We'll inform her homeroom teacher,” the school clerk replied before ending the call.

”Yes, thank you very much.”

Gun looked through his contacts, searching for a certain number. Once he found what he was looking for, he put away his phone. It was not the right time to call her, he thought.

”Yeo Ri-ah, Oppa's going,” he whispered as he patted the sleeping girl's head. He exited the room as quietly as possible.

Then, he glanced at the locked door of his father's room. The door was closed, showing that the man was either sleeping inside or did not return home the day before. His shoulders slacked, thinking that at least Yeo Ri could get some rest before the b*stard comes around.

Gun acted normally as he left the house. It was still rather early so none of the neighbours were outside. It saved him the trouble of greeting them, which was nice since he did not like interacting with them.

Now that he was far from the house, he took out his phone and dialled Min Chae's number.

It only took a few rings before the girl picked up, ”Yeo Ri-ah, what's up?”

”It's Gun.”

Min Chae paused. She knew that Yeo Ri didn't have her own phone, so whenever they wanted to talk on the phone, she would borrow Gun's. It was rare—no, it was unprecedented that Gun would actually be the caller this time.

”Gun-oppa? What is it? Did something happen?”

”Yeah. I should be asking you that. Did something happen yesterday, at school? Yeo Ri was crying.”