Sangwoo watched and saved all the short theatrical recordings and promotional videos, skateboard videos, and graffiti videos posted on YouTube. He googled Jaeyoungâs ID to search for his interests and even found his electronic music playlist on YouTube.
Washiba Gatgatnova itâs like youâre flying this season. Planning on ascending to the heavens soon
Planning on ascending to the heavens
ă´ă´ You wonât even be able to use a cap with that and youâll accidentally squash it so it will spray everywhere. Donât buy it
Itâs so fucking pretty, but it seems like itâll break down right away?
Sangwoo found and read the few comments Jaeyoung had left on forums online and even some reviews of products he had purchased at some online shopping sites. He went to Jaeyoungâs portfolio page and looked at everything: the design he made for graduation, the work he won an award for at a contest, websites he had done freelance work for, indie singer concert posters and banners, magazine illustrations, and the graffiti and illustrations he had done for fun. He even searched through all his previous posts about the theater department on the schoolâs intranet. He read about their recruitment notices, promotional production posts for various plays and exhibitions.
(5min walk) Looking for a male roommate. Only come to see me in person, please.
In the dark dawn after pulling an all-nighter, Sangwoo eventually came to his senses after reading a post from six years ago.
âWhat am I doing right now?â
There were 36 photos and nine videos sorted by date in the âJang Jaeyoungâ folder created on his desktop. Sangwoo found himself opening them one by one to appreciate them more closely again. The only memories he had of Jaeyoung were either when they were arguing. However, since they were in this state, he had mistaken it for having gotten close to Jaeyoung, approaching the point where he wanted to address him in a different way.
âHyung. What have you done to me?â
The first time they ran into each other at the PC room, when Jaeyoung had put the spicy ramen in front of him and started cursing and saying that they shouldnât run into each other again, he had just been a small syntax error. However, even after catching the error, the program wouldnât run as it had before. Like the seven cans of coffee in his refrigerator, the tiny defect that had wormed its way into Sangwooâs heart and mind did not disappear.
âThere must have been a deletion somewhere in the source code.â
Twelve days had passed since they had fought. The coffee had lost its flavor, gaming became dull, and he felt depressed. Originally, Sangwoo was far from the type of human being who was swayed by their emotions. However, he asked himself: âhow many emotions had he exhausted over the past three weeks?â
i) Severe irritation, severe anxiety, feeling wronged and misunderstood â 2 days
ii) Slight irritation, slight anxiety, doubt â 3 days
iii) Confusion, anger, absentmindedness â 6 days
iv) Depression, anger â 12 days
Jang Jaeyoungâs existence was the cause of i), ii), and iii), and would be resolved if he disappeared. However, the cause of iv) was the absence of Jang Jaeyoung. Sangwoo, who had turned a blind eye to that fact for over 10 days of falling apart, concluded that he couldnât keep going like this. Ignoring the problem wouldnât make it disappear. Since this was the case, Sangwoo had to act as a problem solver.
He carefully thought about the cause of the problem, the advantages of his connection to Jaeyoung, and the circumstances. Naturally, the more complicated a problem is, the more simple solutions there would be. He didnât include irrational emotional elements and just analyzed the situation itself. The reason Sangwoo felt dissatisfied was because Jang Jaeyoung had disappeared from his life. Since it was so, he had to drag him back into his life.
He combined several options to produce the most optimal solution. He came to one conclusion, and he saw no other way to handle it. Sangwoo always preferred the shortest path, and he had every intention of taking it.
return 0;
âHey.â
Sangwoo called for Jihye while eating after their cultural theory class. She looked up as she was drinking her soup.
âYou know how Iâm supposed to treat you to a meal?â
âYes, yes.â
âIâd like to treat you today.â
A smile spread over her formerly expressionless face. Sangwoo wondered if she was having a difficult time lately.
âIf you agree, then come to Olive Tree by 6pm tonight.â
âAh! Thatâs where we had our first meal together, oppa. Do you remember? But itâs really expensive thereâŚâ
âI know. Do you agree or not?â
âGood, good.â
Jihye looked thrilled to get an expensive meal for free. Sangwoo asked for her phone number in case they missed each other going to the restaurant. Jihye stuttered while giving him her number.