hydroplaning, with @tintenblunt
The windshield wipers sift through the rain in a fashion as unerring as Song Sungmi making decisions that are, objectively, bad not just for herself but for everyone around her too, on account of them having to put up with her moods. The radio station is tuned to something local, with too much talking and music dragged straight out of the 80s. Suhwan's as comfortable in the passenger seat as someone who'd asked for a favour and got it is ought to be, but not an ounce more.
It's a gloomy, overcast day. Suhwan's mood matches the weather.
"He's not even good looking. Objectively." He's talking about his mother's boyfriend of two months, whom Sungmi has decided she must move in with post-haste. Suhwan doesn't like him, in that he's never really liked any of the men she's brought home - there's always something, because Sungmi is a fixer at heart but not in skill - but also in that he thinks that there's something off in how quickly she's been to commit. There's hurt in there too, hidden beneath the anger. In part, when Suhwan had taken over the decrepit little pharmacy in town, he'd done it to be closer to his mother. And now, only months after he's come back, she's decided to leave him and the rest of the family in the dust.
But Minhyun, whose mother had moved not a town over but crossed an entire continent in her efforts to get away from her relatives, is not the right person to complain to about things like this. And Suhwan owes him, not just for driving over there on what must be the worst day of the week to move upholstered furniture across the county. So he tries to keep the grumbling about his mother to himself and instead complains loudly about the new boyfriend.
"And I don't know what he sees in her," he tacks on a little meanly. Outside, two bikers riding along the road are being pelted by the rain. Suhwan tells himself that it could be worse and knows it's true, because in his worst moments he doesn't imagine men with steady jobs and paid off homes they let their partners move into free of charge.
There's a moment of silence while Minhyun takes a corner. The blinker clicks; Suhwan busies himself by poking at a hole that's wearing into his sleeve. "I dunno. I mean, I guess I'm never gonna be happy with the situation anyway."
