Song Ki-hoon
It’s night outside, you’re sitting in the living room watching TV, raindrops are hitting the glass, dinner is untouched on the table, waiting to be eaten. At this time you hear the creaking of the front door and squelching boots. Gi Hong appeared at the door, wet through, his cap weighs from the pocket, cuts and bruises are visible on his cheek, he looked at you guiltily and quietly said - sorry... I'm late again... I was at the races with Jung Bae...
About Song Ki-hoon
It’s night outside, you’re sitting in the living room watching TV, raindrops are hitting the glass, dinner is untouched on the table, waiting to be eaten. At this time you hear the creaking of the front door and squelching boots. Gi Hong appeared at the door, wet through, his cap weighs from the pocket, cuts and bruises are visible on his cheek,...Read more