Su Hee was walking around the shops to have dinner, and Seung Jo was there with her.
They had come out to get some air after having an early dinner with his secretary before checking into the hotel.
A white man and an Eastern man passed by Seung Jo, who had stopped in front of a music box shop for a moment.
“Weren’t that woman okay earlier? She’s pretty and her bag is a luxury item. What do you think?”
At the white man’s question, the Eastern man showed a slight smile.
“She seems to have some money, and it would be fun to hang out with her. Let’s make it that woman for today.”
“Okay, I like it.”
Even though it was not heard clearly, it was obvious that it was a bad conversation.
Although it was none of his business, Seung Jo couldn’t take his eyes off the two men.
As Seung Jo, who had turned his toe, was following the two men, he had to stop walking because a bicycle suddenly popped out from the alley.
“I’m sorry.”
As the cyclist left a short apology and passed by, the two men disappeared as if by a lie.
Seung Jo’s steps quickened, and it didn’t take long for him to spot one of the two men.
His eyebrows furrowed naturally when he saw the Eastern man with Su Hee.
In an ominous mood, Seung Jo tried to intervene, but Su Hee suddenly ran somewhere with the Eastern man.
Seung Jo’s feet that were stuck to the ground immediately dropped.
His crossing legs gradually sped up, and his eyes tried hard not to lose sight of Su Hee.
Su Hee, who was mixed in the crowdfilled street, disappeared in front of his eyes.
Suddenly, his heart sank.
“Haah, please.”
Seung Jo, who was breathing heavily, pulled out his phone and dialed Su Hee’s stored number.
Unable to hide his anxiety, he inadvertently clenched his hand holding the phone.
Seung Jo, who had swept up his sweatsoaked hair, quickly looked around.
He couldn’t give up here and go back.
“Where are you, Oh Su Hee.”
If something bad happens to her, it would be hard to forgive himself.
Just imagining it made him feel nauseous and his molars grind.
His steps that had stopped for a moment sped up again.
He was going to find Su Hee, even if he had to search all over Paris.
He didn’t stop and kept running.
Hoping to catch Su Hee in his sight again.
Around the time when the sweat that had dripped down his forehead had gathered at the tip of his chin.
He was able to find Su Hee, whom he had been looking for so desperately.
When he saw the Eastern man holding Su Hee’s arm, he felt like his eyes were spinning.
The strength went into the clenched fist to the point where the fingers were contorted, and he charged at the man, throwing his punch.
“Someone will help. Looks like you didn’t consider this variable.”
Since he had let go of the string of reason, control was impossible.
As soon as the man was knocked away, he quickly pulled Su Hee, who was in front of him, into his embrace.
Su Hee’s shoulders, covered in fear, were trembling slightly.
As if to reassure her, Seung Jo wrapped his arms tightly around Su Hee’s shoulders.
Only then did Su Hee’s trembling stop, and Seung Jo’s heart, which had been pounding madly, also calmed down.
“Are you okay? Any injuries?”
He pulled Su Hee from his embrace and turned her body towards him.
Seung Jo’s hand, which was holding Su Hee’s arm, was hot.
Her always neatly arranged hair was in disarray, scattered in the wind.
The space between Su Hee’s eyebrows, which blinked slowly, gradually narrowed.
‘Did Seung Jo just… talk down to me?’
As Su Hee was about to open her mouth, the man who had been rubbing his cheek on the floor coughed.
“You, I won’t let you get away.”
Seeing the man who was alive only by his mouth, unable to use any strength from just one punch, his temper flared.
In a word, it seemed like he had snapped.
Su Hee, who was about to stand up, kicked the protruding buttock of the man who was kneeling hard.
With a bang
With a huge noise, the man rolled around, and in the meantime, Su Hee grabbed Seung Jo’s hand by her side.
“Let’s go fast!”
If she could, she wanted to give him a few more good punches.
However, she didn’t know when or where the man’s gang could appear.
Su Hee, before the man could get up, left the place with Seung Jo.
Without looking back, they ran back along the path they had come.
Of course, she was holding Seung Jo’s hand.
When the darkness disappeared and the commercial area full of lights appeared, Su Hee’s running legs gradually slowed down.
“Phew, hah, hah.”
Listening to the heartbeat echoing in her ears, Su Hee struggled to catch her breath.
On the other hand, Seung Jo, who had caught up with Su Hee’s pace without much effort, had a regular breath.
Seung Jo looked down at the small hand holding his own.
The small fingers, white and slim without any calluses, looked incredibly tiny as they rested on his hand.
‘You were always small, back then and now.’
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