All language subtitles for a.Friend.E01

මොන කෙහෙල්මලක් නිසාද මම මෙතන හිටගෙන ඉන්නේ?

Where on earth did it all go wrong?

(Park Chan Hong)

Tada. Legendary winner in a match of 10 to 1.

He died a heroic death.

You said you were a good fighter like Iron Man.

You've got to be kidding me.

Before your face gets hurt more...

- hand it over.
- No way!

If you don't hand it over,
your friend will die.

He's not my friend. We had a contract.

Heo Don Hyuk, I shouldn't have been involved with you.

You're getting on my nerves.

This is wrong.

This darn,

nonsense, crazy situation came to be...

because wet sand...

remembers one's footprints.

What?

(Shin Seo Jung)

That's right.
I shouldn't have bothered to write a poem.

Everything started...

because of that darn poem.

Mom!

(Two months ago)

- Mom!
- What is it?

- Why didn't you wake me up?
- What?

It's your vacation.

School starts today.

- Right, I forgot.
- Did you pay for the tuition fee?

Gosh, didn't it come to your mind?

Mind your grades.

You're so peaceful for someone who'll be a senior in a month.

Gosh, stop nagging the kid.

Son, have breakfast before you go.

I'm late.

It won't kill you to be a little bit more late.

Just keep things average.

Yes, keep things average like your father.

- Just as he does.
- My goodness.

How can you always aim high?

You've got to look down sometimes...

- like water flows.
- I'll be going now.

Eat your breakfast before you go.

The water will overflow!

Goodness.

I told you not to put that on the table!

We don't have any space to put things.

I should throw it away.

(Episode 1)

You shouldn't always aim high as Dad said.

I realized that was the truth from early on.

At one point, being average became my goal.

Maybe that's why.

My height, weight,
even grades are...

just the average for an 18-year-old.

It's Um Sae Yun.

She's the prettiest girl in Jaeil High School.

She even gets straight As.

I can't even dare to have a conversation with her.

Would she...

even know I exist?

So, Boy,

forget your ambition and throw it away.

Let wild animals have it.

My face is just too common.

Did you bring it? Did you?

- Your bag looks nice.
- What is this?

I'm not very visible.

At least, I don't become prey.

- This is why my nickname is...
- Hey, ninja!

Ninja.

I'm everywhere so it's hard...

- to guess exactly where I am.
- You psycho!

- I'm Ninja.
- Ninja!

Guys and girls have different classrooms.
This is not coed!

- They should've mixed us some way.
- You'll be recycled anyway.

Well, I'm kind of unique, aren't I?

- Crazy jerk.
- Ninja! Follow me.

(What could you possibly do with a poem?)

What is a poet?

A poet sees the world in a different way.

He has a different point of view.

If people in this world see this mire...

and call it smelly, dirty...

- and frown...
- Teacher of literature,

Woo Tae Jung,
also known as Spitting Woo.

A dirty flower bloomed from dirty mud.

It stinks!

It's dirty and hideous. How hideous!

He's so crazy about poems...

that whenever the topic comes up,
he becomes too excited.

That is what I call a real poet.

That's what I think.
Are you ready to discover the truth?

- Yes.
- Let's begin.

We're looking for someone
to represent the school,

so you'll be appropriately punished for not doing your best.

Anyone who has finished may leave.

("I might be more stupid than fish locked in a fishbowl.")

Are you out of your mind?
Those are song lyrics.

Old guys don't know Beenzino.

I'll get this done quickly and go to lunch.

You should write one quickly too.

Today's lunch is pork cutlet and stir-fried spicy pork.

Then I'll write E Sens's lyrics.

Sweet choice, man.

("Poison")

Who is giggling?

Have you done writing? Let me see.

"I might be more stupid
than fish..."

"locked in a fishbowl."

You have that about you, Kyung Pyo.
It's quite confessional.

I like your honesty. Pass.

What was she looking at?

- Do you think the rumors are true?
- What rumors?

You know our senior, Seo Jung,
who committed suicide a year ago.

She fell on the flower bed and died.

Who?

You know on the day you had your accident.

The school was turned upside down.

You might not remember
due to the accident.

There was a rumor about speed dating
before she died.

There was a lot of talk about it.

- Weird pictures also went around.
- You're kidding.

(No Entry)

She took her life because
of her grades? That's too bad.

I'm never giving up my life
for such things.

Depressed about grades?
That's what police say.

The police couldn't find
her cellphone.

Why do you think that is?

She must've hidden
or gotten rid of it.

Why would she hide that?

Rumor has it that Sae Yun
and Seo Jung...

were something like a couple.

- They could have kissed...
- That's nonsense.

Why would she date a girl?
And as you know...

- Sae Yun was...
- Why are you acting up, you jerk?

Hey, Chan Hong.

What is it?
Did I say something wrong?

- We'll run out of pizza bread.
- Hey, you!

She never dates anyone,
even though she's so pretty.

- Does that make sense to you?
- So, they loved each other?

That's it, but when Seo Jung got
a boyfriend, that was it for them.

- Mi Ra, what is it?
- Hey, King Psycho.

Are you a pervert?
What are you looking at?

I wasn't looking at you, and
I'm definitely not a pervert.

Don't stare at us.
It gives me goosebumps.

- What a psycho pervert.
- Goodbye!

See? It's like she was mad at us for ogling at her lover.

- Those two are suspicious.
- Ninja.

Ninja!

Oh, Ninja.

- Hey, Ninja's here.
- Oh, you were here?

- Yes, I was. Why?
- Spitting Woo wanted to see you.

- What? Why?
- What about me? Do I have to go?

- No, just Chan Hong.
- Yes!

- Beenzino's raps are the best.
- I can't believe this.

How come Beenzino is okay
but E Sens isn't?

(Literature, Poetry)

E Sens?

Mr. Woo. I'm sorry...

It's you this time.

You'll be the representative of this school.

Look at your writing.

The sentences, the title.

If you can write this good in the contest...

you'll be able to win an award.

Let's try this.

- Your application will look good.
- Mr. Woo,

- it's not...
- Everyone, please focus.

I think we'd hear some good news from this year's writing contest.

We found a great poet.

Here, read it out loud.

Mr. Woo.

Don't be embarrassed.
You have talent. Read it confidently.

Come on.

Do I really have to read this?

Then I'll read it.

Title.

"Poison" by Park Chan Hong.

"The memories..."

"covered by dust after much time has passed."

"The poison that gathered in me with the passing time."

"My urge to be free has grown..."

"so much."

"These days, I am..."

"about..."

"About half dead."

Is he crying?

I'm sorry. Let me continue.

"All that's in front of me is..."

That's good, Ninja.

He finally shows himself.
Tada.

What do I do? I've never written a poem before.

I'm just going to go and confess right now.

Hey!

If you go and tell the truth,
I'm sure...

you'll be going through the fiery pit.

What's more, you might drag me down with you.

You traitor. I'm going crazy.

There's nothing to a poem.

Write down your desires with reason.
That's it.

Put what your lower half is thinking to your brain.

- Then write it down nicely.
- I really...

want to kill you.

Now, use me as an ingredient and
come up with an inspiration.

Use me!

Lewd,

filthy, moist, cringy, anger,
and sigh. Are you happy?

That lady's got some backbone.

I'm sorry, are you...

Heo Don Hyuk's mother?

Yes, I am.

Don Hyuk had to be somewhere so I came instead.

- I see. Come in.
- Okay.

Let's go.

Heo Don Hyuk.
I've heard that name before.

You mean, that Heo Don Hyuk?

Who is he?

Don't you know the Iron Man of Dukmun High School?

He has a reputation for being cruel.

I recall it was last winter.

He was in a brawl against ten guys...

and he sent all of them to the hospital.

I think he went to the detention center for that.

I guess he's coming to our school.

There will be a storm now.

Anyway, don't get involved with him.

The school will turn into a fiery pit in an instant.

The contest will be during spring break so prepare yourself.

- Mom.
- Yes?

Can I go to Grandma's house during spring break?

What are you talking about?

What do you mean? The cute grandson just misses his grandma.

Don't you miss your mother?

My son!

That's a splendid idea.

- Right? It is splendid, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

Splendid, my butt.

Why?

It's been so long since you visited your mom.

You should take Chan Hong with you.

Put some fresh country air in your lungs.

Look at you both.

Park Chan Hong.

Do you ever think about studying?

And do you think that I don't know what you're up to?

What are you going to do without me around?

Are you going to pick up more
garbage and stack it there?

Get your head out of the gutter.

What do you mean, I pick up garbage?

Mom, I'll do better after
I come back.

Be quiet.

- Chan Hong.
- Yes.

You heard her.

Forget about it.

Just fold this.

Okay.

My mother said she hates her mother

What?

My mother said she hates her mother

That's how life goes

That's how regret goes.

That's how you shed tears

I'm telling you.
I have a very important family event then.

Is that so?

What's your mother's phone number?

Pardon?

I'll put a good word to her.
What's the number?

What I'm saying is
I have stage fright.

- So I won't be able to...
- Over here!

Come here.

This is...

Um Sae Yun,
she'll enter the contest for art.

You know her, right?

Of course.

This is Park Chan Hong,
entering the writing contest.

He's a representative for the poetry.

What are you standing around for?

Do some cheering...

or shake hands or something.

That day I dreamt of the day...

I would die for someone,
not for grades.

- Have some of this.
- Okay.

And this is for you.

The color green is in trend this winter.

- Mom.
- Yes?

Strangely,

my hands don't get cold.

You can do this, son!

I can't believe he's studying.

I can do this.

(I will be sitting in a foggy bar someday. Poems by Hwang Ji Woo.)

"In the spot that you were
going to be,"

"I was there waiting for you."

During then, all the footsteps
"coming towards me..."

"are thumping in my chest."

"All the people entering through that door..."

"were you,

"had been you,"

"and will be you..."

"then the door closes."

"Oh, my loved one."

"As I was waiting for you,
who will never come..."

"I had finally..."

"moved towards you."

"Through the door that others passed through..."

"following all the footsteps that were thumping in my chest,"

"I am moving towards you..."

"while waiting for you."

Why isn't he coming out?

I guess you still have the same taste.

Sorry? What's that?

That sweater.

That's also purple.

It's just...

I just like the color purple.

People call you a psycho if you like the color purple...

but I'm really not a psycho.

I'm not strange like Kyung Pyo.

Although I am close to him.

But I like it a lot.
So the color purple...

That color doesn't suit you.

It's tacky.

Was I too harsh?

No, it's okay.

Men aren't supposed to be hurt by things like that.

I didn't mean it any other way.

Your skin tone is pretty dark,

so I think you'll look good with wine or navy color.

Wine or navy color?

Wine or navy...

Thank you, I'll remember that.

But Park Chan Hong.

She even remembers my name.
Yes, what is it?

Um Sae Yun called...

my name, Park Chan Hong.

Um Sae Yun knows my name.

Wait a minute.

Who was it that said:

"It was nothing but a gesture before I called out its name?"

- What are you doing?
- I read it somewhere.

It's "Flower" by Kim Chun Soo,
isn't it?

What are you talking about?

Geez.

Don't go too far off from the poem.

You will be given three hours from now.

This is the submission area,

but you are free to walk around.

Let's start.

(Gangpo Writing Contest)

It looks nice but it's a bit cold,
isn't it?

The more winter is cold and painful...

our love was once so radiant.

The poem just popped out of my head.

Sure.

You must like the color blue.

- Yes.
- Me, too.

I knew it. There must be...

- something happening between us.
- Right.

- I think so.
- Don't you think so?

- It seems like...
- It's a wall.

It's a very high wall.

Chan Hong.

Why are you following me?

Well,

I was just...

Aren't you going to paint?

They're only giving you three hours.

Then why aren't you writing poems?

That looks like you.

You're good at making a snowman.

We still have two hours.

Why aren't you writing poems?

It was my first time seeing Spitting Woo compliment anyone.

Then why aren't you drawing?

You're good at it.

I'm afraid I might hate it.

What do you mean?

It's my dad.

If he goes against me majoring arts...

even if I win this contest,

I think
that might really be hurtful.

What about you?

What about me?

How do you feel about studying the arts?

Why is that important?

What are you doing? It looks weird.

My dad said it's only...

when you run after it unconsciously
that you know you love it.

I don't...

care if this snowman is
destroyed,

but I guess
it's not the same for you.

Hey, you.

Don't try to act cool.

I wasn't trying to be cool.

My unspoken words...

finally reached you...

when it fell as the snow.

It was the first snow I saw in 18 years.

Your feet lie upon the white snow.

I try to match...

my footsteps on top of yours.

I know they wouldn't match...

but I click my feet
like they were...

a bunch of keys...

as if they would open up your heart.

It was like there wasn't any snow in the world...

before you painted the snow.

("As if there wasn't any snow...")

"Wet sand remembers..."

"one's footprints."

I didn't know back then...

why that particular sentence came to my mind.

(Award Certificate)

Look here.

Writer Park.

Let's make you look more like a writer.

- Make a big smile.
- Wait a minute.

Your hair looks nice.
You're so beautiful. We're all set.

All right.
Let's take away the flowers.

The flowers.

Okay.

- Writer Park, that's great.
- Sae Yun, where are you looking at?

- Look here.
- Writer Park.

That's good.

The other students need to see this when school starts.

It goes well...

with the painting like they were already a set.

You're right.

"My unspoken words have..."

"finally reached you."

Miss.

Wait.

You painted so well.

How do you paint so well?

(Wet sand remembers one's footprints.)