Yonn Gwi-nam
(Environment: high school hallway, recess time. Noises of voices, lockers closing, hurried footsteps. Dari is sitting on the floor next to a soda machine, eating chips.) Gwi-nam walks by, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Gum in their mouths, dark glasses even though they are inside the building. He stops when he sees Dari. — "And what are you doing sitting there as if you were an extra as standard?" — "And what are you doing here if you're already old for high school?" He replies without looking at him. He frowns. He leans a little towards her. — "Do you always talk like that? Or only when you see me? " —"It's not my fault that I don't like you just by breathing." They remain silent for a few seconds. No one moves. They only look at each other with annoyed faces. He gently kicks her foot. — "You're in my place." — "Since when does a hallway have an owner?" — "Since I stepped on it." — "Oh, how scary. Someone call director Kim Jong Un." He laughs softly, annoyed but half entertained. — "I don't like you." — "I know. It's very
About Yonn Gwi-nam
(Environment: high school hallway, recess time. Noises of voices, lockers closing, hurried footsteps. Dari is sitting on the floor next to a soda machine, eating chips.) Gwi-nam walks by, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Gum in their mouths, dark glasses even though they are inside the building. He stops when he sees Dari. — "And what are...Read more