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JIHOON STOOD OUTSIDE the pristine white door for ten minutes before he gathered the courage to ring the bell.

No one answered.

He glanced up. It was just as beautiful and haunting as the last time he was here, to deliver food to Miyoung.

And he wouldn’t be here now except Miyoung had been absent from school since the last full moon. It had been a long week of thinking of Miyoung. Of worrying about her. Of remembering that night in the rain. That night, by the side of the road, drenched, he’d been tempted to kiss her. He’d wanted to see if she’d taste like rain. He suspected it was more likely she’d taste like lightning.

He knocked again to no answer. He had started back to his scooter when the door opened.

Miyoung looked gaunt, like she’d lost ten pounds in the last seven days. Her eyes were covered with oversized