Standing on the bridge, under a flickering streetlight, Myeol Mang cradles Dong Kyung's soft hand. She glances up, concern reflected in brown eyes, puzzles over the continued flickering of the light. he glances up, meets her eyes, "You will have to get use to this type of thing if you insist on walking with me." She stares deeply into his dark eyes, "Did you do this?" Looking off, he says, "No but it is because of me." Finished with the recharge, briefly lets go of her hand, only to turn it over and grasp her hand firmly as he starts walking. Unconsciously, he took her hand, somehow she belongs next to him, at least that is how he felt in that instance.
As their walking, an ambulance rushes by on the busy street, a giant lighted billboard over the highway announces the number of accidents and deaths. Glancing at Myeol Mang, he simply nods in agreement, "Sometimes, these are caused because of me." Thoughtfully she studies the ground, "How do you live like this…" she can not imagine feeling the tremendous weight of knowing that you are responsible for all this death and destruction. What a terrible way to live. He says, "I am not living, just existing. I am a doom button. My footstep, my hand gesture, my breath, my everything leads to doom. That is the reason for my existence." During this entire walk, that bothersome streetlight continued to buzz and flicker, sensing Myeol Mang's conflicted emotions. An electrical charge ran from the man's racing heart to the shorting out light bulb, detecting his own difficulty in controlling his emotions.
Dong Kyung speaks softly, "There has to be winter for there to be spring, darkness for there to be light, and death for there to be birth. So you are winter, darkness, and death. You came to me when I was feeling the most selfish." He nods, surprised at her grasp of understanding. He has never had a human attempt to decipher or understand what it felt like to feel as he does on a daily basis. Glancing down at their entwined fingers, she holds up their hands, "Seriously, how long do we have to hold hands." He grins, "I thought we liked holding hands." At those words, she drops his hand, strides away, watching as she walks further along the bridge, the flickering light blacks out, then turns on, a solid light shines. He stares up at the light, turns back, watches as Dong Kyung continues walking.
Myeol Mang walks Dong Kyung home, more for his own selfish reasons of wanting to extend time spent in her company. Nearing her home, she says, "You don't need to walk me home. It's burdensome but thank you. I promise not to run away." Smiling, he says, "Should we see each other tomorrow morning? You choose." Confusion sets in her brown eyes, "Why are you acting this way. We were fine awhile ago, just getting to know one another's identities. Why are you complicating this situation." Stepping closer towards Dong Kyung, intently stares into soft brown eyes says, "I am saying cling to me, the fate that came your way." At her stunned look, he smiles, turns, walks up the hill.
Only a few steps, he takes out a cigarette, when he hears a drunken male voice calling out to Tak Dong Kyung. Her boyfriend has shown up to beg forgiveness, begins harassing, while she is jostled, the framed picture falls, glass smashed. Angrily Myeol Mang tosses the unlit cigarette to the ground, strides over to this troublemaker, grabs the man's shirt. Growling, he demands, "Should I take care of him, is that your wish, honey?" Puzzled by strange behavior, she stares confusedly at him, "What why would I waste my wish on this loser." Myeol Mang silently mouths "boyfriend" to which she slowly realizes that he is pretending to be her boyfriend to scare off this loser. Eventually another passer by gets involved, chasing after her ex boyfriend, leaving the two of them alone.
Bending, she clears off the glass from the picture, only to have a sharp shard slice her finger. Crying out in pain, she angrily tosses the glass on the street. He kneels down, holds her hand, runs a single finger along the bloody cut, healing in an instance. Looking up into her eyes, simply says, "I promised not to let it hurt." Then he brushes off the glass from the picture and hands the frame back. Rising, he takes out a new cigarette, placing it between his lips. Strides up the hill, turns, as she calls out, "Hey, this won't do, let's live together. Us." The long white paper stick hovers on his lips, slowly, slowly lowers as his lips turn upwards in a cocky grin, as the cigarette just barely dangles from those full sexy lips. His mischief eyes sparkled and grin barely contained excitement.