Chapter 239 (2/2)
Jiyoon pouted and looked at Aram with wronged eyes. However, despite her expression, Aram pressed on.
“So, who is it? Tell me, tell me.”
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To drive out the drowsiness, Maru went to the school cafeteria to get a cup of coffee from the vending machine. Thinking that vending machine coffee was the best, Maru took the empty cup and returned to the third floor, where his class was. The electrical engineering department was right in front of the central staircase. In front of the class which reeked of boys due to the lack of presence from the opposite sex, he saw two girls waiting outside. As everyone was sleeping on their desks, the class was quiet even though two girls were peeking inside.
‘Why are those two…’
Maru silenced his steps and approached them from the back.
“I don’t see him though.”
“Aram, let’s just go. This is a 2nd year class room.”
“So what if it’s a 2nd year class room? It’s not like we’re committing a crime. Rather than that, where is Daemyung-seonbae?”
Aram seemed to be enjoying herself to the fullest, while Jiyoon seemed to be very uneasy. Although it was a short conversation, it was enough for Maru to deduce what was going on. After all, there was only one reason Aram would bring the uneasy Jiyoon looking for Daemyung.
“What are you doing?” He voiced out from behind. Both of them were startled out of their wits and turned around.
“Ah! That startled me. What’s up with you?” Aram widened her eyes and asked. She looked as though she would hit Maru at any moment.
“It’s my class. Why are you asking that?”
“Aha!”
“Don’t ‘aha!’ me You’re looking for Daemyung?”
“Yes.”
“No!”
The two answered differently to the same question. Jiyoon looked as though she was about to fall into shock at any moment. She was quite cute when she made that expression. The urge to stand on Aram’s side and tease Jiyoon welled up inside his heart, but he decided not to since Jiyoon was such a good girl.
“He should be in the container. He’s probably cleaning up since he has to create the props starting today.”
“Is that so?”
Aram grabbed Jiyoon’s hand and ran down the stairs. Maru looked at the two and spoke to himself in a small voice.
“Oh, youth.”
* * *
Bangjoo was walking down the corridor when he saw Jiyoon being dragged by Aram by the hand.
“What are you doing?”
He asked in a loud voice, but the only reply he got was ‘mind your own business!’ Jiyoon looked at him as though she was asking for help, but he ignored her since it looked like it would be more interesting to leave Aram be. As there was still 20 minutes until the 5th period, Bangjoo went down to the school field. He looked to see if there was anyone playing basketball, but the only ones he saw were people he didn’t know. They seemed to be seniors. The soccer field was filled with people as well. He could see four balls flying into one goal.
He wanted to do some light exercise, but he didn’t see anything suitable. After contemplating for a while, Bangjoo decided to ride his bike around. Her sister had bought him an MTB when he entered high school. He looked up the cost out of curiosity, and almost fainted from the number of digits. As that was the case, he had to buy a thick chain lock used for motorcycles. He went to the bicycle parking which was to the left of the front gates.
“Oh, seonbae-nim.”
He saw Dowook there. It was very unfamiliar to see him there sitting next to a bike with all sorts of tools. He only saw that seonbae sleeping all the time, and it was hard to talk to him since he gave off a scary impression, but after a while, he was able to talk to him comfortably as he knew that Dowook wasn’t a bad person.
“Oh, Bangjoo.”
“Yes. What are you doing here?”
“I rode my bike to school this morning and the tire got punctured. I’m fixing it right now.”
“You do that by yourself?”
“I do.”
“Oooh! Can I watch?”
“Do whatever you want.”
Bangjoo sat down next to him. Although he saw it last time, Dowook’s bike looked quite expensive as well. Dowook took out a wrench and a rubber pad from the pouch attached to the frame of the bike before proficiently removing the brakes and the front wheel from the bike. When those parts came off so easily, Bangjoo exclaimed out loud.
“Where did you learn to do all these, seonbae?”
“Self-taught.”
“Wow.”
Dowook then pointed at one of the bikes. It was Bangjoo’s bike.
“If you plan to keep riding that, then you should learn about bikes too. It’ll be nonsensical for you to not be able to do anything with a bike that costs several million won on the frame alone.”
Dowook seemed to be knowledgeable about bikes. He was able to tell the price of a bike just by looking at one.
“Can I learn things like that as well, seonbae-nim?”
“It’s not hard.”
“Then you should teach me.”
“No.”
“Why!”
“It’s bothersome. Also, quieten down a little bit. I feel like you’re ripping my ears out.”
Dowook gave him the cold shoulder. Bangjoo did not give up despite that. He stuck by his side and watched every bit of Dowook’s movement. After wordlessly handling the tube for a while, Dowook sighed.
“I’ll teach you later so please stop staring at me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Ah, yeah.”
Bangjoo laughed in joy. He heard Daemyung’s voice from behind.
“Bangjoo, Dowook.”
He saw Daemyung who was holding clothes wrapped in plastic bags. His voice was a little weak, and that seemed to be because he was holding onto some heavy things. Bangjoo immediately stood up and received the clothes from Daemyung.
“Thanks. I was trying to do it by myself but it was a little too scary.”
“You should have called for me. I’m confident in using my strength.”
“It’s break time so I would feel sorry for calling you out.”
He was the club president alright. Bangjoo thought that those who fulfilled their responsibility were cool. Dowook took some of the luggage as well. It seemed that he had fixed his bike in that short moment.
“What are you going to do with all this?”
“I’m planning to take it to the 5th floor for now. Can you help me out a little?”
“You should have told us beforehand about this.”
Dowook walked forward. Bangjoo glanced at Daemyung’s face for a moment and smiled at him before following Dowook.