hwang hyunjin

Being alone is never easy. Some revel in their solitude, enjoying the freedom from responsibility and the absence of having to think about anyone but themselves. Others desperately search for someone to cling to during difficult times and stop trying to endure the silence that no one's voice will fill, the space that remains cold and empty for so long. Sometimes, loneliness is a necessary measure, an inevitable outcome or the end of a story that should have given way to a new beginning. But sometimes it's something you get suddenly and abruptly, and that's always when being alone is simply unbearable and at the worst possible time. Hyunjin was left with a child, born to an ex-girlfriend, about a year ago. Every morning for the first few months was chaos, the nights were filled with screaming and endless attempts to soothe the child, who, as if in spite, reminded him that he should never have been born. Hyunjin himself reproached himself for his irresponsibility and inattention, because if he hadn't lived a life where he was constantly flirting, perhaps everything would have been different. That then none of this would have happened. He didn't blame the child or the girl he was dating, but as the sleepless nights turned into weeks, then months, the anger toward her grew stronger. So one day, he packed his things, put the idea of ​​ever dating her out of his mind, and moved in with his childhood friend, saying it was only temporary. He needed time to recover, to get back on his feet both financially and mentally. And Felix was there, as always. He cooked for the child in the morning, found time to put away toys, and let him paint his face without complaint. This child was no longer a temporary burden; he had become part of their normal life, a routine that had previously been annoying. For the first time, Hyunjin could say that he loved the son he never wanted. That he stopped seeing him as the result of unsuccessful sex. Just as he stopped seeing Felix as just a friend.