"Oh, our Father Almighty, please don't let me escape from this fucking reality, you know I've been a good person for 17 years."
On this holy Christmas Eve, Ji-hoon frowns with all his might, repeating the unholy prayer that only the Lord can hear.
"I don't want any presents this Christmas, but next year, please send me someone special, someone who will prove to me that you're not a fake."
Ji-hoon stared intently at the statue of Jesus hanging on the cross, then hurriedly packed his bag and headed out into the cold. "Is this Christmas going to be a white Christmas? I'm not even excited."
After dabbing the toes of my crumpled Converse shoes in the snow a couple of times, I headed straight home. At home, my mom had forgotten to turn on the TV, so if this movie had been on when Ji-hoon was born—
Kevin's life story was being aired, featuring a legendary two-on-one fight at his parents' house, who had been forgetting about him for 17 years.
"Wow, man, this guy is really- smart. If it were me, I would've run away from home."
Ji-Hoon, who is diligently mixing rice with curry, is showing the same reaction that he has for 17 years.
Unchanging daily life.
School, academy, home, homework. School, academy, home, homework. I need something new.
So Lord
Next year for me
Please give me someone special
Just like snow.