heatwave // jinki
“Is it wrong to make kids cry if it’s for their own good?”
They’ve cracked the window open, allowing a light breeze to circulate throughout the apartment. The buzzing of the fan blowing their direction drowns out the sounds of Busan’s nightlife, and the television volume is on low. It’s simply too hot to do anything -- to think about anything.
Television glare casts white shadows over their faces as they lounge on the couch, melting away from the heatwave. It’s muggy, everything is sticky, and he just wants to climb into the freezer. Since that’s not possible, he’d gotten strawberry Popsicle for Jinki and himself instead.
“I mean, it’s almost like giving a toddler a time-out,” he says. He waves the Popsicle as he talks, and a few drops of red sweetener stick to his leg. Well, at least it’s cold.
“If they don’t learn these skills from me, they’ll learn them the hard way! At least the Grandpa Gyu way gives them animal crackers and Capri Suns when they’re done,” he explains. “I’m not the villain here, right?”
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