Si Kyo strolls along the pavement, unbothered, humming a random tune that absolutely does not match his chaotic energy. He tosses the empty paper bag from the bakery into a nearby bin with a dramatic flick of the wrist.
"Ten points for style. Zero for aim."
The bag bounces off the rim and flops in anyway. He shrugs like a king who never loses.
Just then…A small figure appears.
Serious face. Eyes locked. A young boy—no older than six—walks straight toward Si Kyo with the calm, deadly energy of a tiny tax investigator.
Si Kyo spots him, blinks once. Tilts his head. Blicks twice, baffled.
"Uh… did I eat a croissant so good I hallucinated a child?"
The boy stops a few steps in front of him. Looks him up. Unblinking.
"You look like a TikToker."
Si Kyo gasps, hand to chest like he's just been stabbed.
"Wow. That's… honestly one of the worst things you could say to a man at this hour. You wound me, tiny stranger."
"Do you do pranks?"
"Only on people who wear socks with sandals, eat pineapple pizza, and like mints way too much."
The boy squints.
"You look like someone who does those fake crying apology videos."
Si Kyo clutches his chest harder, spins dramatically.
"How dare you read me for filth when I've done nothing but exist beautifully?"
"Your hair is loud."
"Your face is loud!!!"
They stare each other down. The air turns still. Tense.
Then—
"Fair enough."
And just like that, they vibe.
A few meters away, hidden behind a bush, the strange man lowers his camera slightly, confused.
"What... is this strange interaction?"
Back on the street, Si Kyo squats to the boy's eye level, eyes narrowed in mock-seriousness.
"So, tell me, young insult generator… what are you doing wandering around Busan looking like a tax auditor?"
The boy raises a hand, revealing a sleek wooden boomerang. Elegant. Out of place.
Si Kyo leans in, fascinated.
"…Hold on. Is that a boomerang?"
"Yeah."
"In Korea?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"My grandpa gave it to me."
Without missing a beat, Si Kyo gently snatches it from him.
"I must play with this."
"Hey!"
Si Kyo's already winding up, striking a pose like he's in the Olympics.
"Witness my power!!"
He flings the boomerang with all the strength of a man trying to impress the sun. It slices through the morning air with a clean whizz… then disappears over a building.
Silence.
They wait.
More silence.
Behind the bush, the strange man peers in the direction it flew.
"…Impressive distance."
Still no return. The boy slumps, shoulders dropping.
"Awww…"
"What?"
"That was from my grandpa. It's the last thing he gave me before passing away."
Si Kyo freezes.
"Wait—what?!"
Behind the leaves, the strange man shakes his head slowly.
"Tsk tsk tsk…"
Si Kyo crouches again, looking sideways at the boy, painfully awkward.
"Hey, listen… sometimes in life, mistakes are made. By other people. That we don't name. Even if they have great hair and stunning visuals."
The boy sniffs.
"I'm gonna go cry to my mom."
"…Respect."
The boy walks off solemnly. Si Kyo sighs like a man who just lost custody of the boomerang. He flops onto the nearest bench with theatrical exhaustion.
"Well. That happened. What now…"
He leans back. Eyes half-closed. Sighs.
THWACK!
The boomerang hits him square in the forehead.
Si Kyo slumps sideways off the bench, out cold. The boomerang spins gently to a stop at his feet, like it never meant harm. Just vibes.
Behind the bush, the strange man stands, alarmed. He peers over the leaves, stunned.
"It's back. And at the right moment too."
He adjusts his coat collar with reverence.
Click.Another photo.
Like documenting a rare species of idiot in its natural habitat.