“A new guy, fresh from the country,” Loach said. “Hey, he’s dying of thirst. Get him some water.” There was a brief squabble among the boys over who should get it, but eventually one of them fetched a bowl from a tent and handed it to JungHo.
“Drink it, country bumpkin,” Loach said. “It’s well water.”
Once reassured, JungHo quickly lifted the bowl to his lips and gulped the water down, feeling their eyes on him the entire time.
“Feel better?” Loach asked, smirking, once JungHo lowered his bowl. He nodded.
“What’s your name?” asked the tall one with the faint mustache.
“Nam JungHo. What’s your name?” JungHo asked, calling him “you” in the familiar form, as if they were the same age.
“Mind your manners, you’ve just had our water . . . My name is YoungGu. But you’re going to call me Older Brother.”
JungHo didn’t say anything, and YoungGu carried on.
“Which province are you from? And why did you come to Seoul?”
“I’m from PyongAhn province. And I came here for the same reason anyone comes to Seoul,” JungHo said. “There is nothing to eat in the countryside anymore.”
“What about your family?”
JungHo considered for a moment. After his father’s death, a widower had come forward asking for his pretty older sister’s hand in marriage. The man had offered to take in even JungHo’s younger sister, but not himself. A five-year-old sister-in-law to feed was one thing, and a boy nearly all grown was quite another. Since his older sister would have refused the offer and starved together rather than abandon him, he had fled quietly in the middle of the night.
JungHo replied, “All dead.”
“Then today is your lucky day,” YoungGu said. “You become one of us, and you won’t have to worry about starving to death. We eat little enough, but we share everything.”
“We’re all orphans like you,” Loach chimed in helpfully.
“How do you find stuff to eat?” JungHo asked.
“We beg, we steal—don’t worry, we only steal from the bad guys. You’ll get the hang of it. But first things first,” YoungGu said. “You have to swear an oath of loyalty, and surrender any money you’ve got.”
“I don’t have any . . .” JungHo started to protest, instinctively reaching for his drawstring pouch—and then panicked, realizing that it was gone.
“I have it, country bumpkin,” Loach said, holding up the pouch. “You know, I could’ve just taken this and lost you in the crowd. Instead I brought you here, where we live. So don’t look so fucking hurt, moron.”
Loach tossed the pouch to YoungGu, who caught it with one hand. JungHo stood shaking in anger as the older boy opened the pouch and pulled out its contents. He immediately pocketed the two pennies, but held up the silver ring and the cigarette case in each hand.
“You can have the money. But not those two things,” JungHo said. His heart was pounding. “Give them back to me.”
“Do you think I’m crazy? Why would I give these back?” YoungGu snorted. “These are rich people’s things. You stole them, didn’t you?”
“My father gave me those before he died,” JungHo said. Truthfully, he had found them under his father’s pillow after he passed away, but he figured that was the same thing, since he was his father’s only son and heir. They were his not because they were worth money, but because they were heirlooms.
“You don’t get it, do you.” YoungGu smirked. “Maybe you haven’t felt real hunger yet, or maybe you’re just that stupid, but these things won’t keep you alive when you’re lying in a ditch somewhere, waiting for death. On the other hand, if we sell these we could all eat until we’re full.” In spite of his swagger, YoungGu’s last words tumbled out with a hint of genuine longing.
“I don’t care if you all starve—I don’t want to join you,” JungHo said. “Now give it back!”
YoungGu laughed heartily, and then all the other boys joined in.
“You can leave, no one will stop you. But you’re not getting these back. You really are a simpleton even to ask. Let this be your first lesson in Seoul,” YoungGu said.
In a flash, JungHo raised his fists up to his chin, ready to fight. The other boys stopped laughing, and even YoungGu erased the smile from his face. He put the trinkets back inside the drawstring pouch and tossed it back to Loach for safekeeping.