THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I AM SCREAMING… i am always in awe of how your mind works but especially in grafting such cool sinister and dark things / infusing them with heavy history and a little bit of blood in mouth as you tell the story… god wonwoo trying desperately to keep things neat while chan (chan!) the prodigal son comes back to fuck everything up (metaphorically? also literally?)

Wonwoo scoffs. “You’ve been listening to your father again.”

Chan shrugs. “Maybe I’m just in a melancholy mood,” he says. “There’s only so many times you can be told you’re a fuck up before you start to wonder.” There is so much history in here im dragging my hand down my face