After lunch, the Park family did some shopping through the park's small accessory shops. They tried beanies, hats, headbands of all kinds. And for long minutes, smiles, laughter, funny faces froze for eternity in the glazed paper. Once behind the camera, Oahn found himself smiling with pride and affection, telling himself that it had been a long time since he had seen his parents not letting themselves get worked up. To see them enjoying the life of parents without the burdens of their private lives. Without the darkness of their daily lives. Just two parents being happy in the company of their children. Oahn was glad to know that Jimin and Minho could witness this personality of their parents. He was happy that they could see the true nature of their parents, the nature of the two people who had bound themselves forever giving birth to exceptional individuals.

To end this day at the amusement park on a high note, the whole family headed for the haunted house. Although Oahn's mother had been reluctant, it was Minho who made her change her mind. At the head of the queue was Minho, then his parents hand in hand and next to Oahn his sister.

"Do you think mom will have a heart attack?" Jimin whispered in Oahn's ear.

"If it's not dad," Oahn added.

His gaze met his sister's and they made the same face: a mixture of «we're in trouble» and «oops, what have we done?». Without much thought, they shrugged nonchalantly before bursting into laughter. Their mother turned towards them and asked why they were laughing. The elders said «that's not important» in unison while putting their hands in front of them as a sign of protection and resignation. Oahn's mother squinted, feeling that something wasn't right. She couldn't find out what it was that they entered into the house.

As Jimin had predicted, their mother had screamed all the way through the maze, causing jolts and scaring others. In fact, her reactions were more frightening than the scenes and people disguised as monsters they met. Coming out of the attraction in fits, the three children of the Park family congratulated themselves on their scheme. Their mother shaking her head impassively, she is officially done with this day!

Back home, the children's day continued. The five family members sat down in the living room where they began to play games, while telling each other about the latest events in their lives. After dinner, Oahn went up to his room, took a shower, and got ready to go out. On the phone with a boy from his group of friends, he heard someone knock on his door. Oahn picked up the phone, removed the loudspeaker and told the caller:

'Call me back when you're in front of my house.'

Oahn hung up and allowed the person to enter. His sister entered the room, closed the door and sat down on the bed, facing her brother.

"So, where are you going tonight?" She asked him, watching him.

"None of your business."

Jimin squinted, a smirk enlightening her mouth.

"Would Oahn have a conquest?"

The much-vaunted Oahn stopped in his action and turned slowly, very slowly towards his sister. The look as black as a stormy sky, he intimated her to keep quiet with a finger on his lips. Jimin's eyes widened and she blurted out with surprise:

"No! You... you... I need to know everything! Since when? Who? Where? How?"

Oahn remained serious for another minute before bursting into laughter.

"I can't believe it, you're laughing at me!" She said saddly.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," Oahn said, wiping false tears, then refocusing on what he was doing.

"But more seriously, do you have any crush on someone?"

"What makes you say that?"  Oahn asked her, glancing at her.

"You behavior has changed."

"My behavior has changed?" Oahn repeated with a chuckle.

Jimin approved with a vigorous nod.

"But what confirmed my suspicions is when you left the table Sunday noon when grandpa and grandma were there," she added while lying on the bed.

"How did my departure from the table confirm your doubts?" Oahn questioned as he went to sit on the bed.

"Because you left when they started talking about romantic relationships. Normally you can control yourself and keep quiet all the way through the conversation. The only time you had such a reaction was when..."

"Don't," he intimated her to stop talking in a low but firm voice.

"Oahn... I didn't mean to..."

"He's a part of the past," he said, clearing his throat. "No need to bring him back into our lives."

"You know that someday you'll meet him again?"

Oahn was about to answer her when his cell phone rang. As they say: saved by the bell. Oahn got up from the bed and picked up. The voice on the other side of the phone told him that they were waiting for him in the street of his house. Oahn hung up and said goodbye to his sister by kissing her forehead.

"I know," Oahn finally responded to her question in a small voice before disappearing behind the door, leaving his sister alone in his room.

The music drumming in his ears, Oahn wandered through the nightclub's compact crowd. A drink in his hand, he sat down heavily on the leather sofa of the VIP saloon. He looked around him wearily and looked for a long time at his friends around him. To his left, a boy and a girl were kissing on the mouth, showing the assembly things they certainly didn't want to see and to his right, two boys had gone into a political debate. Oahn sighed, drank his drink in one go, got up and went off to the dance floor. Why did he accept to go to a nightclub? He knew it always ended the same. Out of the four boys with whom he was hanging, there was always one who disappeared, another who spent his evening hanging on the lips of girls and two others talking, almost cutting each other's throats. And then, he was in the middle of all this chaos, letting the alcohol intoxicating a little more his body. Oahn wondered why he continued to follow these four boys. Why he continued to follow them in those evenings where he ended up alone, lost in the crowd, dancing like a dislocated puppet, a devastating poison taking control of his body and mind. On this children's day, like all the other years, he should have stayed with his family.

The more the night became darker and darker, the more the music made Oahn dizzy. The more the alcohol he drank boiled the blood in his veins and blurred his sight. The more the people around him prevented him from breathing and annoyed him. The more the lights dazzled him and made him nauseous. Leaving the dance floor, Oahn found himself in someone's arms after stumbling. He apologized profusely while trying to escape from the person's arms.

"Calm down, Oahn. It's me, Jinhyun," the person in front of him said to him.

Oahn looked back at the person and squinted to try to distinguish the person's face through the thick fog of drunkenness.

"Jinhyun?"

"Yes, that's my name."

"Where have you been?" Oahn shouted. "Every time it's the same thing, one becomes an unspeakable pervert, putting his mouth on everything that moves, two others remake the world as if they could change the society in which we live, and you, you disappear like the ghost that you are! What about me?" Oahn yelled while straightening up and escaping from his friend's grasp.

"Let's get some fresh air, would you?" He suggested in a soft voice.

"No that's fine, I can go by myself. I'm getting out of here!" Oahn said without listening to his friend.

Oahn passed by him and left the nightclub under the worried and sad look of his friend. The fresh air made him sober again, but the city lights made his head hurt. Zigzagging down the street, he tripped, stumbling over his right foot with his left one. His reflexes being slow, he saw himself fall without being able to do anything. While he was already seeing his head violently hit the pavement tar, two strong hands held him back from the fall, standing him back up with effort.

"OK..." a voice whispered, "take it easy."

Oahn nodded and accepted the help of the person who had saved him from a potential disfigurement.

"Jinhyun?"

"Hum?"

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me. We're friends, aren't we? Isn't it in these moments that one recognizes a true friend?"

"Then you're my only friend," Oahn laughed saddly, cut off by a retching.

"Breathe slowly. I don't want you to stain my clothes with everything you've drunk tonight."

Oahn nodded and applied his friend's advice. The street seemed long for Oahn. With such a high blood alcohol level, Oahn had lost all sense of time and space. The sight less hazy than earlier, it wasn't completely clear. The lengths stretched to infinity. The widths were curving, enclosing him in an undulating circle.

At the intersection of a street, outside a supermarket open 24/7, Oahn's friend sat him against the facade and told him to wait for him. Two minutes later, he came out with a bottle in his hand. He opened it and handed it to Oahn. The latter took it with a trembling hand and brought it to his mouth. He took several sips of the cool water, which did him the greatest good. The slight breeze of the night made him doze. If Oahn wasn't feeling the presence of his friend at his side, Morpheus's arms would have closed on him for a while.

"Come on, we must keep going!" His friend encouraged both of them while getting up and rubbing his pants.

He offered a helping hand to Oahn, who gladly took it. He got himself lifted like a goose feather swept by the wind. Standing, he reeled on the spot. This deplorable picture of Oahn extended a huge smile on his friend's lips. The latter knew that it wasn't good to laugh or make fun of someone's condition, so he refrained from bursting into laughter, but he had never seen Oahn in such a pathetic state!

Jinhyun holding Oahn, the two friends continued their walk under the starry sky of Seoul.