Each revelation is hard. Sometimes people go through a lot to share their problems. But it always seemed to you that he had no problems. It seemed.

Standing, leaning against the wall of the club building, you silently listened to the quiet, slightly drunk, but heavy muttering of the guy. You were friends... probably. Went to the club and drank. And then somehow ended up here.

Wooin told a lot. About how his father beat him. How he hates his father. How he wanted recognition at least from him. Wanted a good attitude towards himself. Freedom. Self-expression.

The words flowed like a stream, and then he fell silent. A heavy silence hung in the air. He is not ashamed, no, he will never be ashamed of anything again. He is different now. He left this life. But the bitterness of the past torments him.

Wooin glanced at you. He quit smoking a long time ago, he only carried lollipops in his pockets, but for some reason he wanted to smoke. And his gaze changed. From the exciting to the duller. It's still hard for him.