Dissonance-2

A week had passed since that day when it rained like the monsoon season.

She, who had recently started walking again, sighed as she climbed the hill.

Her physical strength wasn’t so weak that she found the steep road difficult.

The reason for her sigh was nothing special.

It was because of a female student who had recently taken up residence at Kang In-ho’s house.

Shin Jeonga.

She had thought of her as someone she would only pass by once, but starting with the incident at the park last time, she was constantly getting involved with her.

To be precise, it would be more accurate to say that she was getting involved with Kang In-ho. Yoon Sia was just an observer watching from the sidelines.

And that fact was slowly gnawing at her heart.

“What is she going to do…”

Her stomach felt bloated, as if she had eaten too much greasy food.

The environment is very important for a growing student.

If you are close to black, you will become black, and if you are close to white, you will become white.

It’s not for nothing that overzealous parents try so hard to move to better school districts.

But to have to live with such an unfaithful student…

Even though it wasn’t her own problem, Yoon Sia felt a sense of helplessness.

The night Shin Jeonga came to Inho’s house.

Whether she couldn’t avoid the rain or didn’t want to, she appeared completely soaked.

[I got caught. By my parents.]

Yoon Sia didn’t immediately grasp the meaning of those words.

But Inho seemed to know. The meaning of those words.

Recalling Inho’s face, which was hardening and turning blue every moment, Yoon Sia unconsciously bit her lip hard.

Inho brought Shin Jeonga into his house without hesitation.

Yoon Sia had to leave the house, unable to even go back inside, feeling lonely.

And a few days later, when she arrived at his house for tutoring, Shin Jeonga, dressed in comfortable clothes, greeted her.

[Me? I live here?]

Yoon Sia felt a strange discomfort at Shin Jeonga’s face, which was smiling brightly at her for the first time.

After that, things started to go wrong little by little.

Shin Jeonga intervened during the time when Inho and she were happily facing each other and eating dinner.

She could have been angry at Shin Jeonga’s self-centered behavior, but for some reason, Inho obediently followed her words.

It was the same during class.

Not only did she loiter in front of the door every 20 minutes, disrupting the class, but she also came into his room during breaks and lay down on the bed to sleep.

[What happened?]

After barely getting her out, Yoon Sia pressed down hard on her pen and left a question on the edge of her notebook.

Kang In-ho paused when he saw the words, then sighed deeply and explained his situation on a sheet of paper.

He also added that she shouldn’t tell his parents.

Pregnancy. Pregnancy, she thought.

Yoon Sia felt dizzy.

[Are you out of your mind?]

Forgetting that they were supposed to be communicating through writing, Yoon Sia scolded him aloud.

[Now that I’m in my right mind, I have to take responsibility.]

He sighed, as if exhaling cigarette smoke.

[Still, it feels a little better to tell the Divine Doctor. I was feeling uneasy because I had nowhere to talk.]

Yoon Sia felt an indescribable emotion at the sight of Inho smiling with his gums showing.

Was it sympathy, or was it anger?

Recalling the memories of a few days ago, she climbed the hill and arrived at his house before she knew it.

Yoon Sia rang the bell, and after a short wait, the door opened.

It was Shin Jeonga, not Kang In-ho, who greeted her at the front door.

“Sister, you’re here?”

She was so happy that she even called her “sister” now.

Yoon Sia frowned slightly at the overly friendly sound.

“Where’s Inho?”

“Inho is cooking in the kitchen.”

As soon as Shin Jeonga finished speaking, Yoon Sia passed her and headed for the kitchen.

“Oh, Teacher, you’re here?”

He, who was cooking with an apron on, turned around.

Yoon Sia gave a bitter smile at his bright smile.

She wondered what kind of ordeal this was for a kid who was trying to live a good life.

“The meat was late thawing… Please wait a little longer.”

The smell of spicy seasoning and meat sizzled and hit her nose.

As she swallowed the saliva that welled up naturally and nodded, Shin Jeonga approached Kang In-ho and clung to him.

“Wow… I feel this every time, but aren’t you too good at cooking? You’re my boyfriend, after all!”

Shin Jeonga hugged him from behind and rubbed her face against his back.

“Hey, hey, I’m cooking. It’ll take a long time to prepare, so you should rest too.”

Inho shook his body to try to get her off, but his momentum wasn’t strong.

“I’m going to be next to Inho.”

As she smiled brightly and tried to engage in a cheesy display of affection, Yoon Sia turned away.

“I’ll go put my things in the room.”

Her bag was quite heavy because it was the day to work on practice exam questions.

Yoon Sia went up to his room on the second floor.

She put her bag on the chair and opened the zipper.

As she took out the workbooks one by one, she sighed again as if she was losing strength.

It wasn’t for her own sake, but for someone else’s.

As she put her hand on the backrest and gathered her thoughts, she heard footsteps approaching the room.

“Oh, you were here.”

It was Shin Jeonga. She came into his room without hesitation.

It wasn’t her room, but Yoon Sia felt like something was being invaded.

“It’ll take about 20 minutes. I came to rest a bit.”

“Is that so?”

Yoon Sia, who answered mechanically, turned her feet towards the door.

Rather than being in the same space as that child, it would be more comfortable to sit at the table.

“Are you leaving? Oop-cha~ I’ll go later.”

Shin Jeonga threw herself onto the bed.

Her light body fell onto the bed, and she lay face down, as if feeling the soft texture of the blanket.

“……..”

Yoon Sia watched the scene for a moment before turning her feet and leaving the room.

Even while going down to the first floor, even while eating, even while tutoring Inho,

The image of Shin Jeonga lying on the bed was not erased.