After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Somin and Junu
"Do you wanna "be bad" after this class ends?" Somin asked Junu.
While finishing their quick exercise in the painting techniques class, today focused on experimenting with materials.
"What do you mean by being bad?" Junu asked, a little frightened, but excited, yearning for entertainment.
She leaned closer to him, "To do something fun and not to go home to immediately work again. Like go to the Planetarium, find a pretty place to sketch, it's kinda late for a Zoo, but I really want to see something here. You lived here all your life, right? Don't you have a favorite place?"
They packed their art supplies and set aside the painting from the class. Everyone buzzed with talking, making plans to go for a beer and dance. Nobody really paid attention to the two whispering young adults. More like everybody avoided them. Some other shy classmates wave to them or ignore them. Waving back to a few other quiet smiles was peak social behavior from Somin anyway.
Junu's face darkened, "You know, I have a complicated relationship with my parents," he smoothed his sweater with dark tree silhouettes.
"My schedule is packed. I can only make a small detour like last time, but not too often," Junu explained and Somin nodded, respecting the facts.
"You don't have to argue for yourself," she gently said. "I only like to hang out with you," Somin reminded him.
"I already told you so much. Things I have never told anyone before," he blushed a little bit, happy that somebody knew his background and still treated him normally.
Somin was ready to leave, having an understanding of his tight schedule and lack of freedom.
Freedom is a state of mind too.
She recalled all the days she'd spent working to make Cholsu proud.
For what, right?
"I'd love to go." Junu held her hand.
"I'll try." He typed the message to his chauffeur, hoping it was going to be alright. "I'll have a few hours, like the last time."
I am walking on a thin line here. The young boy feared.
