Dayeon’s unrequited love

As I was chatting with Jihoon, Jiyoung, whom I hadn’t seen in a while, came into the classroom.

And Jiyoung came over and told me what was going on without even taking off her bag, as if she was in such a hurry.

Jiyoung flinched when she saw Jihoon’s swollen face.

“Did you… fight?”

When Jihoon looked at Jiyoung, Jiyoung was shocked.

“me?”

“Yes.”

“The kid in front of you said that.’

“…G…Really?”

I smiled and took Jiyoung’s gaze.

“He’s lying, how can I hit someone?”

Jiyoung seemed to think of my picture-perfect flying knee kick for a moment, and nodded slowly as she looked at me.

“right?”

“Sure~”

Jiyoung looked at me and hung her bag on her seat.

As class started, I started to focus on it.

Every time Dayeon saw me these days, she only talked about Kim Tae-oh.

“…You didn’t confess, right?”

“Yes! I’m decorating it even prettier!”

“That’s right, if you don’t show anything like that, someday Tae-oh will notice.”

“huh!”

Dayeon followed my instructions better than I expected, and began to decorate herself even more.

After becoming a partner with Tae-oh, it seems like he doesn’t even read his favorite comic book and only studies in front of him.

Lee Jin-seok was not aware of this dangerous situation and was happy with the average score of 99, but…

If Tae-o confesses his love for Dayeon, a situation will arise where Dayeon’s heart will be kidnapped by Tae-oh.

Although I’ve never actually seen Tae-oh’s face, I was curious about how great of a kid he was.

I heard that he is the grandson of the head of HSW.

So it seems like I chose Kim Tae-oh even though I told him not to.

Of course, the reason Lee Jin-seok was selected in the end was not his parachute, but his skills alone.

It was said that his skill was so overwhelming that he could beat all the kids on his own, so my curiosity couldn’t help but grow.

How long will you last if you fight with Jihoon? Although it is at a certain level.

Jihoon will never get tired, but if he loses to a 10-year-old boy other than me, I’m sure he’ll lose.

“Does Siyuni like anyone?”

“Me? Um… Aunt Dreaming Jisoo?”

I think Siyoon is the person I like the most in my entire life. Oh, is it the same sex…?

Dayeon tilted her head when she heard that she liked female idols.

“…?”

“That’s right, don’t you know that Jihoon is handsome?”

“Do not lie to me!”

I showed Jihoon’s photo.

He had a fierce look due to his sharp eyes.

“…..”

Since he didn’t say anything, it seemed like he thought he was really handsome.

“How does it compare to Taeo?”

“Ugly.”

‘I’m sorry, Jaehyeong. It is my mistake.’

As I watched Dayeon act more and more like an adult, I realized that children grow up quickly.

As I was lying on Dayeon’s bed, Antonio, whom I had not seen in a long time, was wearing a pink lace dress.

“How is Antonio these days?”

“Ga-yeon doesn’t play, so I have to stay home alone.”

“Dayeon can play with me, right?”

“Hmm… But I’m busy these days, right? But we always sleep together~”

“okay?”

Dayeon begins to look at the printed photo of Tae-o, and the photo is quite worn.

‘I never imagined I’d like it that much…’

At this point, Marley felt like I was being a bitch.

As I look at Dayeon looking at the photo with a smile… I can see why my father-in-law’s expressions are like that.

While I was painting, I reduced the frequency of using oil paints for a while.

On the other hand, more watercolor paints.

When I was drawing at school, teacher Ko Min-su did not put the same pressure on me as before and treated me with the same attitude as before.

Sometimes, when I lose track of time and concentrate, I feel like my butt is cramping, so I lie down on the bed in the corner and look at my phone.

As time passed quickly, my father and I, burdened by the continued attention, stopped accepting any invitations.

It’s already Christmas of my third year, and I spent Christmas with my dad’s coworkers like before.

Now that I was 11 years old and in the 4th grade of elementary school, my height began to grow rapidly in proportion to my age, so I had to wear a new school uniform.

And Park Ji-hoon was quite absorbed in his studies, and ended up being in the same class this time.

“Pretty eager?”

“Heh… I can’t lose to the kids.”

As Park Ji-hoon said, it wasn’t pull-ups this time.

Even though he can’t attend class well because of exercise, he seems to be more focused on studying than expected.

Especially during exam period, he didn’t play games with me and focused on studying.

I was in the same class as Jiyoung, and while I was talking with Jiyoung, I asked her without thinking.

“What is your job, Dad?”

“Huh? My dad? Prosecutor.”

Jiyoung’s father probably doesn’t wield a sword… I was able to feel once again that this Seoul private elementary school was unusual.

As the grades went up, the children’s height fluctuated.

Park Ji-hoon’s height was in the top tier for his age group, and I also started growing quickly and became similar to Ji-hoon again.

“Hasn’t it stopped?”

“…You’re growing up.”

When I look at the girls around me, I am clearly tall.

“Where is this bastard’s superior height? Aha?”

“…do not do that.”

“It looks like they ate it like a pig and it all came out as poop.”

“Ha…fuck…”

Park Ji-hoon, who was being teased by me, received more confessions from kids than I expected, and I made fun of him every time, calling it a crime.

And I received confessions from an overwhelming number of boys, and when I opened my shoe cabinet, there was always a letter and chocolate every day.

“…Kitchen? If you get it…”

Spang! Due to the sound of my fist, Park Ji-hoon lost strength in his legs and was unable to finish his sentence.

After putting the shoes in the shoe cabinet, I had no choice but to put the letter in the bag, fearing that the kids would get hurt if I threw it away like this.

Of course, I threw it away before school ended.

Because I was sure my dad would make fun of me if I brought it home…

“Let me read it.”

“go away.”

“Oh why?”

“…?”

“sorry.”

I was listening to class, touching the hair my dad had braided.

I looked at Park Ji-hoon with curious eyes, who was more focused on studying than expected, but he was doodling in a book.

‘You idiot.’

People change depending on their environment, and it was difficult for me to think that Park Ji-hoon was the Jaehyung I knew.

Jae-hyung, who forced himself to pretend to be bright, and Ji-hoon, who is actually bright.

It’s hard to see them as the same person, because the difference between them is bigger than you can imagine…

Of course, if someone were to see me, it would be difficult to imagine that I am Kang Han-seong.

Maybe that’s why Jihoon seemed to treat me as a new person rather than Kang Han-seong these days.

During class, I bowed my head and spoke softly.

“So the pepper was big?”

“I’m really falling behind.”

I made an exaggerated smile like the Joker.

“Ahaha?”

“Fuck!!!”

And as expected, the teacher’s voice is heard.

“Park Jihoon!!! Is it you again!? Get out!!!”

I seem to be seeing this scene a lot these days.

I grinned as I looked at Park Jihoon standing behind me.

“Kim Si-yoon, you are the same! Let’s go out together!”

“yes?”

When I heard the words of the Korean language teacher who was my second-grade homeroom teacher, I looked at him with resentment, but

As expected, it did not work for Korean language teachers who had experience with me.

“What? You’re not going out?”

“Oh, no. Yes.”

I ended up going to the back of the classroom where my locker was.

Siyoon didn’t realize that he was acting like an 11-year-old.

Now, even teacher Go Min-soo has stopped pointing out my drawing skills.

We just look at the same things, draw together, and have deep conversations about paintings.

Teacher Ko Min-soo’s paintings were more vibrant than when I first saw them.

As if your skills have jumped several levels.

“Wow… how do they do that?”

I saw the brush strokes spread out like flower petals spread across water.

“It’s like this….”

Teacher Go Min-soo explained everything to me step by step.

He just started pouring the passion he had into me into his paintings. It was Teacher Ko Min-soo who had not changed at all.

“Siyoon, where do you think middle school is?”

A question that reveals Professor Go Min-soo’s purpose.

I pretended not to know and answered.

“Ah, I’ve already finished what I said. I’m going to go to a regular national middle school.”

“Yes why?”

“The reason my dad wanted a private elementary school was because he wanted me to experience many things.”

“aha…”

Seeing Teacher Go Min-soo’s sad and awkward smile confirmed that my intended purpose was correct.

“Dad also felt that there was no real need for it. And these days, there is a trend of special purpose schools disappearing.”

“I see…”

I spoke to this timid teacher, Go Min-su, who seemed to want to say something to me.

“Aside from being a school teacher, don’t you want to open an academy? I’m thinking about going there.”

“uh?”

“If I go to that academy, needless to say, I won’t be popular, right? And if I just put on the sign that I graduated at the top of my class from Hanjong Arts University, well…”

Teacher Ko Min-su looked at me intently.

“So, no matter where I go, I never quit art. And once a teacher, always a teacher, right?”

“Si-yoon…”

“Okay, sit over there and I’ll draw it for you.”

I started drawing Mr. Go Min-soo while smiling, and Go Min-soo in the picture was also smiling.

I was exchanging pictures with Pargier.

Regardless of the topic, if you draw your next work, a new work will be sent to you along with the previous work.

However, Pargier wanted to exhibit my paintings, and with my permission, he held his own exhibition and displayed my paintings.

When someone saw the exhibition and wanted to buy one of my paintings, they contacted me.

-“There is someone who wants to buy Siyoon’s ‘313’… and they are asking $2 million.”

“Really? Sell it on your own, and take a 30% commission.”

-“I always say this, but the fees are too high.”

“You have to pay taxes anyway. It’s a hassle, so please take care of it.”

-“Hmm… Anyway, in my opinion, $2 million for oil painting ‘313’ is too little. I’m not looking down on you either.”

“What can I say, 2 million is a lot for a piece of painting. Sell it.”

However, thanks to Pargier’s influence, the painting was eventually sold for $3 million.

I told Parzier to take 30%, but he sent me the entire amount after taxes.

For every painting Parzier sold, I sent him an additional painting as a gift.

After all, the house is overflowing with paintings.

Occasionally, when I would send a letter saying that I was running out of paint, they would send me several boxes of paint at exorbitant prices.

This is a win-win relationship, and I also sent my paintings to artist Juntae Ahn.

I came back every time.

Ahn Jun-tae, this person was reluctant to receive anything, perhaps because he drank a lot of Korean water.

As time passed, I was often left at Dayeon’s house, and my father often went on tour around the country.

Still, I came back on a day trip.

When I sat down next to the sofa where Jinseok Lee was sitting and leaned against it, Jinseok Lee glanced at me.

“what.”

“Hmm…”

“Tell me.”

“Aren’t you so… comfortable?”

I crossed my legs, rested my chin, and looked at Jinseok Lee.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“Hmm…no…”

“mister.”

“huh?”

Jinseok Lee closed the newspaper he was reading and made eye contact with me.

“You know how old-timers are like these days, right? Dayeon might not like it.”

“…No way, Dayeon.”

“It’s almost time to hit puberty, so be careful.”

“okay…”

I was rolling around on the sofa and looked at Ga-yeon running over after finishing her studies.

“Has Ga-yeon finished studying?”

“Yes!! This is Siyuni’s sister!”

I asked him if he was finished studying, but what came back was a drawing of me.

“Oh… it’s exactly the same?”

“right?!”

Ga-yeon was held in Lee Jin-seok’s arms.

“I’m bored. Should we go to the pool?”

“huh!”

I got up from the sofa and went into Dayeon’s room.

‘What the hell…’

In her secret diary, Dayeon was drawing a picture of Kim Tae-oh in a new photo.

Dayeon, who I thought was Geumsapa, was drawing a picture without even knowing that I had come in, whether she was being more serious than I thought.

When I pretended to be popular, Dayeon was surprised and placed her hand on the painting.

“Siyuna! You are not allowed to enter the room without permission!”

Now that I see him being embarrassed even to me… I feel… sad.

“I know everything about Dayeon, right?”

I playfully touched Dayeon’s nose, sat next to her, and corrected her drawing.

Dayeon’s eyes sparkle.

“You sure look handsome.”

The older this little boy grew, the more his appearance shone.

“right?!”

Compared to that, is Dayeon’s appearance lacking?

Absolutely not.

Dayeon’s cute appearance became more and more emphasized as she grew older.

This was enough to become a hot topic not only in the eyes of the godfather, but also on internet news.

In a look-oriented, capitalist society, Da-yeon has everything.

It is absolutely not enough compared to that gisaeng brother. Rather, it overwhelms.

“I’m going to the swimming pool.”

“me too!”

Dayeon carefully placed the photo in her notebook, carefully placed it in a drawer, and changed into a swimsuit.

“Siyuna, pull the zipper!”

After zipping up Dayeon’s rash guard, I headed home with Jinseok Lee to get her swimsuit.

Naturally, I changed into a swimsuit in front of Jinseok Lee, and Jinseok Lee zipped up my swimsuit.

“Dayeon is serious.”

“…What should I do…?”

“I feel like I’m a bad bitch for stopping this…”

“Is it that much…?”

“Da-yeon is also wary of me.”

Jinseok Lee had a serious expression.

“Still, I don’t think I’ll ever confess first… You’ve told Kim Tae-oh enough, right?”

“…..”

“You didn’t?”

“…I mentioned it, but they said it wasn’t possible…”

“When Dayeon hits puberty, there will be an uproar… It might be better to confess now and then criticize her…”

Jinseok Lee responded with a straight face due to my words.

“Dayeon got dumped… that’s not possible.”

“I’m not just saying no, I’m asking if there is a plan. After all, I’m the grandson of the head of HSW. No, I should have known that and hired him, haha…”

“…..”

I nagged Jinseok Lee for a while.

Jinseok Lee was feeling tired coming back to me.

‘Ha… I’d rather have another shareholders’ meeting…’