Iseul’s POV

I stopped the car and removed my seatbelt, making myself comfortable as I turned to Doojoon who was looking down.

“Hey~” I said, lifting his chin so he would be looking at me.

He let out a sigh and massaged his temples.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Tired.” He said.

“That’s a mainstream excuse.” I said.

“I really am tired. Tired of everything. Why am I even doing this?” He asked.

“Doing what?” I asked.

“Doing what I am doing now.” He said.

“Then don’t do it.” I said.

He let out a laugh.

“What? If you don’t want to do it, then don’t.” I said.

“Like as if I could just walk away.” He said.

“The question is not if you could walk away, but more like, if you would walk away.” I said.

“I can’t, and I wouldn’t.” He said.

“You can, but you wouldn’t.” I said.

He looked at me with a frown. I smiled at him.

“We cannot choose when to die, Doodoo, but we can choose how we live our lives.” I said.

“Didn’t you say we’re all dying here?” He asked.

“Yea, but before we die, we got to live, no? We can choose how we want to live. We can either make our process of dying more enjoyable or not. It’s really up to us. We cannot control death, but we could at least control that.” I said.

“Yea. I guess.” He muttered.

“Do you want to die young or old?” I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Not too young, neither too old.” He said.

“When is too young and when is too old?” I asked.

“Now is too young, I guess. There are many things I have not done and experience yet. However, living up until the age of 90 seems a little too old. There’ll be nothing to do anymore.” He said.

“So… In conclusion, you want to live a good life before dying?” I asked.

“Yea, I guess.” He said.

“What’s a good life?” I asked.

“Eh?” He looked at me.

“To you, what’s a good life?” I asked.

“What’s a good life?” He asked.

“Yea. To you, not in general.” I said.

“Good friends, good career, enough money, enough food, roof over the head, well travelled, I can support my parents…” He mumbled, thinking.

“You can die now.” I said.

“EH!?” He looked at me, eyes widened.

“You have awesome friends. The boys, and me.” I grinned as I pointed to myself.

“You have an excellent career, you have enough money to feed yourself and your parents, and maybe even me. You have a roof over your head. And you’re so well-travelled they need to find you a new passport because there is no space to chop your entry when you go to another country. If that is what a good life is to you, then you have it all, you can die now.” I said.

“But I…” He mumbled.

“You said it didn’t you? You want to live a good life before dying. You are living a good life, and now you can die.” I said.

“Yea, I guess I can die now then.” He said.

“You think its fun to die?” I asked.

“Don’t you ever wonder how it feels like?” He asked.

“Of course.” I said.

“Yea.” He muttered.

“Let’s do it.” I smiled.

“Do what?” He asked.

“Die.” I smiled as I stepped onto the accelerator.

“Iseul ah!” He grabbed my arm.

“STOP!! STOP!!! YAH!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” He screamed.

His eyes widened when I increased speed, going towards the lamppost. 

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When Iseul sped towards the lamppost