Lookism (Gun Park And Goo Kim's Moments)

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Kim Joongoo's Point of View

I was lingering around on this quite peaceful night. I'm now having deep thoughts as I continue to walk despite the injury I got from last 19 months ago. It's healed enough but it left an annoying dried scar which is more confusing since.. I can't remember such a thing. It makes me remember about that encounter. Keeping asking myself about what happened and why he fucking hesitated.

I almost forgot who am I... thanks to the nurse she gave me my wallet containing my IDs and a few bucks of dollars...

As I continue to get more confused, I continue to walk in the middle of the street where the moon shines so bright as I continue to walk on my path.

"Haist." I sighed as I continued to walk towards the Inn that I'd been working for. It's a night job, I need to earn money no matter what. I got a job there to clean dishes. Yeah, just pure cleaning dishes since I still have an injury and I'm quite limping but I can't stop thinking about how can I face my everyday life without money. My hands start to feel the gentle sprinkle of water as I wash the dishes, thinking how long and how could I clean it perfectly without missing a part.

I continued to wash the dishes based on my passion no matter what, After washing the dishes, I got my paycheck and I left. Going back to my house. A small rented house just for an average person like me. I continued to walk, pushing my feet harder and in exhaustion as I sat on my doorstep. I made it. Another day, Another paycheck, another money for my needs after all... I don't know...

I smiled with satisfaction. I smiled but.. there was something wrong. I took my wallet and I saw a black card there. But.. There's something more interesting. The black card, and there's some imprinted name on it. I just realized that there's an imprinted one since ever since I took a glimpse at it, I thought it was just a kind of voucher.

I sighed once again, never in my life had I held this kind of black card. I put it back in my wallet and walked inside my house. I sat on my bed, thinking as the darkness devoured my mindset. I got afraid for a second and turned on the lights. As I turned them on, the light shone through the whole room.

"What's wrong with me" I mumbled as I massaged my forehead with a confused expression in my eyes. "I don't get it..."

"Why do I keep dreaming of the same dream?" I thought as I let myself fall to my bed. Letting my back rest on the bed being drowned by the overflowing of questions, confusion as well as... his name.

My hand moves on its own toward my face as if it's wiping something. Without noticing, My eyes are full of tears. The way it streams down makes me more intrigued about what happened.

Every night, Every Rest, Every goddamn dream. It's full of Images that keep popping in my mind as if I'm daydreaming. But a full nightmare. Different scenes but the Same events. I decided to stand up and train myself to continue my life in the same way as I was supposed to.

I eat. I sleep. I drink. I eat. I work. I sleep. I wake up. I eat. I work. I drink. I eat. I work and sleep. Every day it's my routine just like a broken record. And I never plan to change it. Because that's how I 'know' a normal life works.

You see. I keep denying myself the fact that I prefer to Keep those nightmares forgotten but it's quite strange. Ain't it supposed that I should forget them instead of forcing myself to... remember them?

I chuckled. If it's quite painful enough isn't it good to forget about it instead of remembering it? Because remembering it may just bring back the shivers, anxieties, and fucking painful memories that you should keep forgetting. But there's something that caught my interest.