what do you know of ghosts? his mother dies on the cusp of his memory and his father fails to shake the ghost of her. he lets her linger in the walls of their home and breaks bread with her from across the dining table. come nighttime, he tells her to lay in bed with him. the memory of his mother haunts his father through every lucid moment of every fucking season, until it threatens to kill him too. as a father is wont to do, park jaeseok sacrifices his son for the sake of his own salvation.
and what jaehyun means to say is that he’s fucking sick of listening to all this gyu-ok bullshit. never mind the fact that they’ve rolled out the whole fucking fanfare all because he acted in a couple of garbage movies that jaehyun himself could never find the time to give a shit about. his mother was granted all but an unmarked grave, jaehyun all but a new life. and what do you know: everything turned out fine.
if there’s anything his piece of shit father has taught him, it’s that you’re better off letting the dead rest.
but it’s too much to ask, isn’t it? of course— he’s got haerin talking his fucking ear off about how all of this somehow serves as evidence that something is wrong with him. now he’s breaking into wonshik’s house in hopes of finding reprieve from all the fucking nagging, only to find the man’s curtains shut and an accompanying dark cloud hanging over the once well-lit home. jaehyun groans.
“fucking hell— not you too.” jaehyun sinks into the couch on the left of wonshik, drags the open bottle of liquor towards him and pours himself a glass. he ought to be respectful— after all, he vaguely recalls that wonshik was once friends with the dead fucker, so he supposes wonshik’s granted a moment to brood following the abhorrent reappearance of bae gyu-ok. even so, the gamer finds himself fighting back a sardonic chuckle— it’s only the rich that can ever afford the time to sit in their grief. poor fuckers like him had to get up and get back to work the next day.
jaehyun studies the man from beneath his brow, lets out a long sigh and skulls the drink he’s made for himself. “how are you holding up?” the question falls in between filling his and wonshik’s empty glass, and suppose it is only right that he waits for a response. instead, jaehyun continues, “look, this whole thing fucking sucks and whoever’s behind all of this is fucking diabolical. when my mom died my world fucking ended— you remember. but the world moves on, man. you can’t let this shit get you down.” jaehyun kisses his teeth.
CURTAIN CALL ft. park jaehyun & @sparedpart's nam wonshik