prologue ii   on rare, hot and sunny days, like today, like this one, he'd regret.   usually, jaebum is not a man with many regrets but really, he's astoundingly known to the people who know or have even heard of his name as "good at everything" and apparently, he was good at disappointing his parents too.    one drunken night, he got behind the steering wheel and not two seconds later, rammed the hood of the car - his maroon ss camaro - straight onto a pole. everything's a little more than blurry and he wants to keep it that way, thank you very much. it helps to drown the guilt, even if just a little.    it's been a week since then, and now, on his aching feet as he stands between bodies of all shapes and sizes in the bus, he regrets that night more than ever.    though, his parents were a bit too understanding and even his sister was a little too concerned than he would've thought (she didn't hit him or didn't tell him "i told you so" right away which was something, okay), it still doesn't change the fact that they were disappointed and possibly still are. the car was a graduation gift from both of them, and he managed to screw it up.    hoping off the public transportation, jaebum tries not to think. don't think about that, it's in the past. and because he usually listens to himself in comparison to anybody else, he walks away from the bus stop and towards the apartment complex gates without any further notions.    and just as he thought he'd have some slack cut off from him, he sees the note that says the elevator is not working and that the management is sorry for the inconvenience.   he closes his eyes for a few seconds, then he sighs. "great," he opens his eyes and turns around to head for the stairs.   jaebum wants to think of this as another practice session, like a warm up or something, but he's already too tired from soccer practice and from that test during legal philosophy, that he doesn't even have the strength in him anymore to open the door of their apartment.   he fumbles his pockets for his keys but they slip through his fingers and he sighs again before crouching down and picking them up.    "nayeon, open the door." he shouts, loud enough to be heard through the green wood. he hears shuffling and footsteps from the other side, when he stands back up to his full height, her sister is there ho