BOOK 2 of 'Bubblegum Gucci Punk & Gangster Model Hunk'
•Be it night or be it day, the voices in his head, always mange to stay•
Ex-underground fighter and overnight sensational idol Park Dae Ho, dropped out of sight, making the people of South Korea...
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Haneul holds the paper in front of his mother's face, the woman visibly paling at the sight of it.
"W-what are you t-talking about? He was my m-model, of course, we used to have conversations." She tries playing it cool but Haneul picks her wavering voice up along with the curling of the side of her lower lip.
"I'm talking about this," he rasps, dropping the paper in her lap.
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"Where did you find this? I thought I had already disposed of it," Yoona quakes, gripping the paper tightly and sighing defeatedly.
"Minnie and Bora were playing. She found it in your storage, I think."
Kim Yoona presses her lips into a thin line, wrinkles forming on her forehead and brows drawing in together. "I don't know what to tell you," she says, "it's in the past, leave it."
Haneul shakes his head, taking the paper from her hands. "I'm not going to let it go until you tell me the full truth, you know that that better than anyone else. I'm more stubborn than you are."
The mother lets out a cold breath, rubbing her temples. "You are not a kid to throw a tantrum, but...I can finally get this off my chest. It's been years anyway." She pats the space next to her, signaling Haneul to take a seat. "Do you remember the day we announced Park Dae Ho's resignation?"
