Suho whistled in satisfaction at how he ditched the inquiring look of his classmates.
For the first time, he felt a surge of relief after hearing the school bell ring. It was unheard of, and his buddies would make fun of him if they found out.
Nothing exciting in their classroom. Same old.
But he’s grateful to get a throne next to the window. It gave him space for his mind to wander off from the four corners of their room. Suho can imagine his eomma pinching him or whacking his head to bring his astral body back.
“What are you grinning about?” Kwanghee leaned back, turned around, glaring at his best friend. “You’re keeping a lot of things from me lately.”
“No. Of course not,” Suho retorted, lips tight, leaning further away from Kwanghee.
“Well? So what’s the deal between you and the new girl?” Kwanghee inquired, popping a lollipop in his mouth.
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Alone in the dark Suho count to three. If he lets them pass, they’ll let him be. “He must be sleeping,” said a male voice whispering behind the door.“I’m sure he’s exhausted,” said another. “Let’s go.”Suho lay dead-tired on the bed in his grandma’s house in Jungang-dong. It was September 27, 1996. His whole body sore from the 5-hour travel to their hometown next to the sea from Daegu. Laying lifeless on the double-decker bed, he closed his eyes, recounting the day that was. Since he’s sharing the room with the rest of his cousins, he might doze off before them. Otherwise, he’d find a large eye bag under his eyes the following morning while one of his cousins snored in sleep like a horn echoing into the night.He closed his eyes, pretending to sleep so his cousins won’t bother him. It might have done the trick because after knocking twice and calling his name, they never returned.Going home for the holiday was something Suho looked forward to every year. First, because of the food.
Level up my game? Suho thought. There’s no competition to start with. He declared to himself positively, chest out and stomach in. He had thoughtfully chosen his outfit for the day, a green polo Lacoste shirt, and blue jeans his aunt gave him on his birthday. Not his usual jersey and baggy jeans get-up he frequently put on. It’s for Hana, he mumbled. From that momentous day in the Winter of 1996, he realized she was the one for him. The bus halted in front of E-world Amusement Park. Not a lot of people were on the site. Although he knew Baekhina could have possibly even reserved the entire park if she wished. That’s how rich and powerful her family was. Without a doubt, they can buy the entire place if she chose to. “Don’t you think it’s odd how Baekhina would waste money on Hana?” Kwanghee asked. “I know. I’ve been pondering about it since the last time we met them. Something’s fishy. Can you smell it?” “You bet. I can.” “That’s why I’m here to make sure Hana doesn’t go through
Suho went straight to a convenience store, grabbing some snacks and noodles before heading off to the animal sanctuary. The minute he opened the gate and switched on the light, the dogs hovered around him, wagging their tails. He roared. “Hey buddies,” Suho came down on his knees, “at least you know how to approach me. Unlike some folks I know,” he continued, gritting his teeth. “Woo... woo... Easy!” He guffawed. “Let me put these down so I could give you something to eat.” Suho raised two black plastic bags from the convenience store and Hana’s present away from the dogs’ reach. “Let’s have our own birthday here without the birthday girl.” Suho slithered his way out of the pups and arranged the food, stuff toy from the amusement park, and his gift on the table. Then, he picked up the dogs’ bowls and gave them their treats, which he acquired from the cash he saved during Chuseok. Stroking their head before relaxing on the chair. On the dinner table, Suho set out the food he pic
Brrrring... Brrrring... The noise of the alarm clock echoed throughout the room, enough to rouse the slumbering dragon in its lair. Passers-by looked around, scanning for the origin of the turbulence, but to no avail.But the owner was as oblivious to the commotion, sleeping like a bear in hibernation. In contradiction to the rest who were already up on their feet, bracing to start the day. It had been a strenuous period in Daegu as the country’s economy collapsed at the turn of 1997. The villagers scurry around, struggling to make ends meet. Shoulders hunched, face distraught, people mooching on the pavement like dead men walking in broad daylight. For this reason, most are stepping on thin ice, becoming easily irritated at the slightest discomfort. Brrrring... Brrrring “Ya! Turn it off already! The entire neighborhood is now awake with your alarm,” an old man shouted, his cane pointing aimlessly in the air. A hand slithered from within the blanket, groping in the dark, reaching
Hana choked at Go-Eun’s question. “Us? Of course not. We’re just buddies.” Hana replied, flabbergasted. She reached out for tissue wiping off her lips, and the rice splattered on the dinner table.“Right… very cliche.” Go-eun picked up a Pomeranian, smoothing its fur.“Really... We’re just friends.” Hana gobbled down a glass of water. Wishing Go-eun would just drop the topic.“How about Kang Jun?”Hana froze. “We’re friends.”“Do you think they feel the same way towards you?” Go-eun glanced at Hana, staring absentmindedly at her plate.“I suppose.” Her eyes fleeting. “I don’t know, to be honest.” Or maybe not. Kang Jun had been more upfront with his affections, even when he knew I’m not buying it.Hana was tongue-tied.&nbs
“That was December 1995,” Hana recalled.It was an ordinary day in Hana’s life back in her hometown in the Philippines,IlocosRegion.Unlike her classmates, she had to take a break from school while preparing for their movement to South Korea. Most of her high school friends were in college and dispersed all over the place. All her classmates who are studying out-of-town came home for a Christmas reunion. It was likewise their send-off party for Hana.Hana and her friends all agreed to meet at The Heritage Village for a mini-reunion.The village was incredibly busy with local and foreign tourists alike marveling at the century-old stone houses with windows made ofcapizshells. It was only accessible by foot or by carriage, like stepping to atime warpback in the Spanish era.The group huddled in a circle next to the oldest resid
(Kang Jun’s POV)“Lovely,” Kang Jun replied.“Huh?!”“I said... this diner is lovely.” He lifted his hands towards the waiter, later shifted to her, “order for us.”It’s the only way she could settle down,he murmured to himself.Kang Jun had seen lots of ladies who’d have shrieked and flipped on the floor after a rattling or unpleasant scene.But she’s extraordinary.She sat there in silence, and her aura just shouted not to mess up with her. Even if she cried inside the church, it was brief. Almost like washing her face from the horror and humiliation. When she looked up, he felt a fire burning inside her.Kang Jun sat quietly across from her, his eyes intently examining her quiet and reserved nature as she placed their order with the waiter.&n
“So, that’s how you met?” Go-eun asked Hana.“Yes. Pretty much, I met Oppa Kang Jun first before you fellows. And when I met him again last year on my birthday, we never lost contact.”“Your birthday last year was a dope. Any plans this year?”“None. Well, none that I know of. I’d go for a simple celebration here in the sanctuary with you guys.”“That reminds me. What’s up with you and Baekhina?”Hana gave a deep groan.********A week ago.“Okay, class, listen,” Mrs. Min whacked a long wooden stick, which the teacher’s call a magic wand and kids refer to as a disciplinary stick, on the table.Everyone in the class hushed and twisted to the homeroom teacher.“We’re going to have our annual festival this month.”The class of girls woot and hooted like it’s t
“There’s no turning back,” I admitted to myself after the horn honked right into my ears. I have been a lawyer for years, unaffected at even the most dangerous criminal, only to wither like a plant in front of Hana. The truth hurts that behind the shining half moon in the starless sky, she was at the dark unseen side. At that very moment, trying to reclaim her position only clouded with dark clouds.As the green light turned on, I pressed on the accelerator zooming past the hundreds of cars on the street. Driving further away from Gangnam, from the truth I can’t bring myself to admit. After an hour of mindless driving, it brought me to the same spot where broken hearts go. Found myself in Dongdaemun along the strips of tent bars where adults crashed after a hard day’s work. My sentiments may not even be far from them. In these cramp gray tent bars where alcohol and bar snacks were sold, we pour out our deepest regrets and l
Hana stood up, gathered her coat, her eyes fixated on the floor., and breathed heavily. “I’m sorry, Oppa.”“For what?” I asked, all the while clutching firmly at the armrest of my couch. Every vein popping out, restraining myself from doing something I might later regret.She turned around and, with heavy feet, sauntered towards the door without replying to my question.I Still have a lot of questions left unanswered. She can’t leave hanging again, can’t she? I cleared my throat, “Hana, why are you here?”She stopped on her track, “Nothing. Forget about it.” Her right hand on the doorknob, “Honestly, I don’t know where else to go but here. You’re the only one to who I can open up without any fear. Sorry for being delusional, thinking perhaps that could at least lend me an ear. But I guess that’s already in the past. I’m not in
“That’s not the Hana I know.” I watched her expression shift like the lioness to a stray cat in the wilderness. “I thought everything was going well for you. What happened?” I stopped asking the same question to myself. I don’t think I am the same Suho either, or am I? Why am I even questioning myself now?Hana tilted her head, blinked several times, her eyes focused on me. Then asked, “So, who is the Hana, you know?”I leaned back, rested my elbows on the armrest, interlaced my fingers, and looked at her. “The Hana I know is someone who knows exactly what she wanted and would do anything to get it. She’s an achiever who never stops until she’s satisfied and not when she’s tired.” I smirked, scanning her from head to foot. “You sound more like ME back in high school rather than the Hana I knew.”“Maybe we’ve switched souls,&rdq
The lioness came out of the den and caught me off guard. My heart palpitating, palms sweating, and throat dried from the thought. Our conversation still echoed in my ears.“Hello,” I answered in a low, intimidating tone. It was more than what I intended to do, not knowing who the other person on the other line was. Whoever it was has interrupted my peace and must pay for it. “Hello,” a woman’s voice reverberated through the other end of the line. Her voice brought chills to my bones. In an instant, a wind zapped me through a deep tunnel, the speed of lightning. One word was enough for my mind to be blown away.I leaned forward, unconsciously gripping the wooden arm of my chair, my knuckles turning crimson. I banished to a place where black clouds appeared on the horizon and fog blurs everything in sight. My mind whirling as I bit my lips. “Suho,” her sweet voice echoing through the dense mist. “Are you still there?” she asked. “Hana,” pausing in between, breathing after each
***Suho’s POV***November 4, 2005I started writing because I was happy. Today, I only write to feel amidst the depression.Exactly a year has passed. Ever since that day, November 4, 2004, my love vanished in thin air. But every detail was still vivid in my mind like it merely happened yesterday. The truth was it’s a memoir that should have perished like the seafoam. Yet, for some reason, the waves kept pushing back these foam to the shore.From the time we left Busan, everything went easily, better than what I imagined. Hana became busier than normal. Working two shifts for the pet store, running errands for Grandma Jung and eomma, and volunteering at the shrine.While I sat around waiting for the result of the bar exam, standing by for her to come home every day. Her busy schedule ended with bus dates. Every morning, we’d have breakfast, send her to work, and
“Was it all worth it?” Hana’s eyes shifted, watching the full moon from afar.The moonlight cast a warm glow over the sea turned bleak, hiding behind gigantic dark clouds swallowing it whole. It’s face hidden in the starless night. It was as if it’s sending a distress signal of impending danger.“Love is WORTH it. I’d rather be a heartbroken prince than a soulless creature on earth.” His voice steady but warm. He reached out for Hana’s hand and clasped it within his two hands.“Your hands are so warm,” she mumbled. Tears fell on Hana’s cheeks, leaning closer on his shoulders.Together, they watched the moon reveal its face once again. Dark clouds drifted away, creating a halo in the black sky.Suho pulled her up, walking hand in hand, next to the seashore towards their trailer van. Waves crashing in on their barefooted feet.“Ya! What are you