"I knocked on Heaven's door for two minutes," the boy said. "How is that not cool to you?"
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Choi Sangwoo was just trying to make ends meet. Beaten and abus...
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PRESENT TIME:
As Sangwoo came back from his trip down memory lane, he sighed. There was no use crying over spilt milk. The pain in his back had eased a little, so he could finally manage to breathe without having to grimace upon every inhale.
He continued to go to Mrs. Lee's ever since the day of, and the pain of losing his mother had gradually lessened, but he still had a long way to go.
Typing up the last line of his assignment, he leaned back in his chair. "Damn, my back is killing me," he muttered.
He rose and decided to call Yoona.
"Yes?" a voice answered.
"Ajumma, would you please-"
"Who the hell are you calling 'Ajumma'? I'm just two years older than you, prick," she said.
He laughed.
"What are you laughing for? I'd smack you with a spatula if you were in front of me," she scoffed.
"Don't tell me you'd hit me for calling you what you are."
"That's 'Noona' to you, you punk," she huffed. "What is it?"
"Uh, can we have lunch?"
"Why the hesitation? Did something happen?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about the meaning of life," he tried to keep it as vague as possible.
"Oh, philosophical. Maybe discovering some new theory about the human self? You're trying to give Socrates a run for his money, aren't you?" she joked.
"What if I were?"
"Then I'd assume that you'd be known as Choi Sangwoo, the biggest genius since Confucius and David Hume," she said, and he could feel her rolling her eyes through the screen.
"Who's David Hume?"
"Another idiot who had way too much time on his hands and decided to mix up words so that we poor students have to learn it for school, or university, in my case," she chuckled.
He snorted. "I think that's basically what defines politics, too: a bunch of idiots who play around with words so that we get deceived and vote for them, and then they end up making false promises."
"Ring ding dong! You're right, kid. Absolutely right on the money. Anyway, where do you want to have lunch?" she asked.
"Pick a place, Ajumma. I'm sure you know plenty of local places, seeing as how you're so old. And don't think I didn't notice the SHINee reference," he said, holding his phone away from his ear when he heard her scream.
"I SWEAR TO-I REALLY AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" she raged.
"Both of us know you won't do that. It's not you."
