Sun Joon Ho's mother's inquisitive gaze wandered down the hallway. Sun Joon Ho promptly retreated into his bedroom.
After about fifteen minutes, Kangjeon Tae Hyun finally sent the pictures.
Sun Joon Ho wasn't sure why he felt so excited, but he was trembling as he opened the photos. In the picture, Kangjeon Tae Hyun was about fourteen years old, clad in a silly white jersey with red letters, holding a basketball next to the parallel bars.
The parallel bars seemed quite old, with a section in the middle shining with oiliness, while both ends were rusted with brown spots. The camera was slightly far away, so Sun Joon Ho zoomed in, noticing the tender, wild grass underneath Kangjeon Tae Hyun's feet, his fingers gripping the basketball tightly, his brows furrowed on the side of his face, and the eyes reflecting the setting sun.
