Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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Shin's classmates always had their mothers waiting for them outside school, holding pretty umbrellas and snacks for them in the murky monsoons.
Shin used to stand under the shade of the school's front yard, gawking at them owlishly with immense greed. He didn't have that, he didn't have a mother who would bring him warm snacks and a pretty umbrella to shelter him from the rain.
When they all left, not one person paying attention to a seven year old Shin, the tiny boy started to run towards home.
He got wet, in that downpour. But the boy had to live on, what else could he do.
His mother was not coming back.
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JaeHwan Hyung (RBH) Sorry for replying late. Was busy. Received 14:21
To: JaeHwan Hyung (RBH)
Hyung, are you mad at me?
Sent 16:37
In lieu of staring at his hopeless phone screen, Tae Shin almost got knocked over a girl in the bus. She gave him a dirty look, and then went to stand on the other end of the bus, as far as she could get from Shin. Poor Shin wanted to say sorry, but he was pushed farther away by the three people who came in. Shin huffed and stared at his phone screen again.
"The protest against the amendments in the labour laws is seen to be growing among the masses, shifting to the worker unions of other working industries as well..."
Shin chewed his lip, a growing dizziness coming from his within, the vast, void tension of something very wrong. Why wasn't he replying? Shin hooked his arm around a support rod, and started typing once again.
To: JaeHwan Hyung (RBH) Did I do something wrong? Let's talk, please. Sent 16:45
"...what are your views on this matter, Reporter Ahn? How is it like, the atmosphere over there?"
Shin stared at the screen hopelessly, put off and angry. He didn't care much about the news voiced over through the small TV screen in the bus, which engrossed a lot of passengers.
"Today morning, three men have reportedly set fire to themselves, hoping to get their message across. To have the citizens get down to such desperate measures proves the failure of our democracy. It is being said that the Minister of Public Welfare..."
Shin pushed his phone back in his pocket and rested his head on the rod, mentally going through his homework and calculating the time he would need to get it done. The trees had started drying and their leaves yellowing, pathetic weaklings which fell on the lightest of the winds. The streets were full of those dead leaves, they needed to be pushed away and cleaned. Shin sighed, autumn meant he had to help his landlady sweep the front of the building weekly, taking turns with other youngsters living in the small building.
