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Hey guys! So the next chapter is being pushed back another week cause I’m experiencing ✨Mental Health Issues✨ (nothing to concerning, just my brain doing dumb brain things and I just need a couple days to bounce back) Sooooo here’s a final preview to tide you guys over! Enjoy!
“Do either of you have a computer I can plug this into?”
The old man leaned forward to get a better look at the piece of plastic while Sae-byeok tilted her head like a confused puppy. “What is it?” The old man asked.
“It’s-it’s a flash drive.” Gi-hun faltered for a moment.
“You mean that subscription service that let’s people rent out fancy cars for a night?” Sae-byeok asked.
“No, no. That’s FlashRide.” The old man corrected her. “I thought a flash drive was when a bunch of teenagers steal a car and take it for a spin.
Sae-byeok shook her head. “No, that's a Joy Ride. Isn’t Flash Drive that really, really old movie about illegal car racing and family?”
“No, that’s Fast and Furious. But I think you’re onto something! A flash drive is that really, really, really old movie about that one dance!”
“What one dance?”
“You know the one.”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking—”
“He means Flash Dance!” Gi-hun suddenly shouted, startling the other two. “He’s talking about the American movie Flash Dance, about a welder who works as a strip club dancer who wants to become a professional, accomplished dancer. A flash drive is piece of portable tech that allows people to move stuff off of one computer—like videos and music and other files—and moved to another computer!”
After getting over the shock of Gi-hun’s sudden outburst, and ignoring how he was red-faced and panting, Sae-byeok gently scooted closer to him to examine the flash drive herself. She didn’t take it out of the bag and Gi-hun held the bag tightly in his hands, but she could still see it. “So, this is basically ancient technology? From the past?”
Gi-hun exhales. With an air of melancholy, he nods, realizing that Sae-byeok is right. While common place in the twenty-first century, a flash drive was dead tech here in the thirty-first century. Something you see in museums or history books or those weird documentaries on the tv channel that says they talk about history but actually talk about alien conspiracies. If there was by some miracle, a way for Gi-hun to plug the flash drive into a computer and figure out what was on it, he didn’t know of one. And judging by how clueless the old man and Sae-byeok were, Gi-hun reasoned his one final message from his daughter was going to stay a mystery to him. For now at least.
Sae-byeok let the bag (and Gi-hun’s hands) drop back down into his lap. “It’s cute.”
“… Cute?”
“Yeah, cute. It’s all tiny and plastic and stuff, but it can still hold files like you said.”
“Don’t call my tech cute.” Gi-hun crossed his arms with an angry pout.
Having Gi-hun as your favorite character is both a curse and a blessing cause his whole life is literally suffering but you can draw him wearing a pink thong and put him in pretty dresses in your fic
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