Seokjin grins. "Yeah, he mentioned it to me too." There's always been an undercurrent to everything they say, to all of their daydreams. Every single one of them has so much he wants to escape that it's become the ultimate fantasy to pile into the car and go somewhere that none of it can touch them. Seokjin wants to drive away from his father's gaze, from his guilt and failings. He wants to go somewhere that he can just be a young man who loves his friends and plays guitar.

"Maybe somewhere warm, like a beach." Not that there's any beach anywhere in the country that's going to feel very warm this time of year, but if they're only dreaming, why not dream up the impossible?

"We'll make a movie about us, our lives, it'll be perfect."