After finishing the delicious chocolate milk, Han Joon looked for a waste basket and found one in the corner. Glancing at the glass window, he immediately moved when the adults were still talking among themselves, throwing out the box, and swiftly returned to his seat.
He was tempted to look at the scenery outside the window, to maybe find out where he was. It would be best if he was in the hospital where his mother gave birth; he knew the route to his house, which bus to take, and...
Maybe...just maybe, he could see that red boy again.
But what if those adults checked on him and found out he was looking out? They would tell his father about it too, wouldn't they? Oh, perhaps having the window uncovered was a test too...
"Joon."
Once again, Han Joon flinched. How weird--he kept letting his mind wander and people approached him easily. If his father knew, he might be punished.