Dongwoo has been sticking around ever since the day Haneul met him. Usually he visits his family during the day and comes back at evening. Today he is extra hyper and bouncing around elatedly. Haneul tries not to care too much.
“Wow, it’s been 7 days!” he says excitedly. “Do you think I’ll return here too?”
“Are you already back from your home?” Haneul asks.
“There was this giant moth back in my room in the morning.” Dongwoo says. “I think it was me.”
Sometimes, Haneul still finds it perplexed how Dongwoo even made it to college in the first place and she thinks she’s really just handling a 7-year-old kid who sees this world with immense wonder. “You’re right here, Dongwoo.” At times, her sunbae can be so frustratingly dim that she wants to strangle herself and drop dead but sometimes, she wants to ask how he still manages to see everything through rose-tinted glasses and the latter is what she likes about him. “How are your parents coping?”
“They’re good,” he says and jumps on the bed only to sink to the bottom of the room floor. “Ouch, this still hurts me.” He slinks away to Haneul’s side. “My sisters are around.” She nods and continues to furiously type away. “Are you doing your dissertation?”
“Nah, it’s just an assignment.”
“Do not stand at my grave and weep.” Dongwoo reads off her screen. “I like this.”
“It’s a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye.” Haneul explains. “It’s by far my favourite.”
“Wow,” Dongwoo takes a dramatic sharp intake of breath. “I never knew you’re so deep.”