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
“Hana, Hana,” Go-Eun shouted as she rushed towards the girl standing at the door. “Come instantly,” she continued, grabbing Hana’s wrist, yanking her towards the school grounds.“Wait wait, Go-eun. What’s going on?” Hana asked while she dashed behind Go-Eun.“Baekhina is looking for you,” she responded.“Oh! There you are,” Baekhina turned around and waved towards Hana.She scan their surrounding. Her eyes spotted a glimpse of Kwanghee and Suho from a distance. She shuffled closer to Hana. One of the ladies supported her as she trudged, and the rest of the girls made way for her like the red sea parting.“What is she up to this time,” Go-eun asked Hana while watching Baekhina sashayed amongst the flock. “I have a bad feeling about this.”“Why are you looking for me, Baekhina,” Hana asked with a deadpan expression
Suhostared at the room facing him, in profound reflections, pondering...“I couldn’t do anything for my dad then, but perhaps there’s something I can do for Hana. I won’t be able to forgive myself if something serious happens to her. And the best birthday gift that I could possibly give her is to watch her, even from afar, keeping her safe and happy.”The sun has set. Dusk settled in, burying the entire city in eerie silence. Soft whispers tingled the ears. A needle-like breeze stroked the skin, sending chills to the spine, inching down to the lumbar spine as if an icy hand thrust the back forward.The climate has rapidly fluctuated over the last few days as fall kicked in. But it sketched a fascinating landscape that softened the burden of the people.Rays of the sun trying to break through the dark-colored drapery, almost pleading to let them in. A gu
Riiing. Hana’s phone buzzed and pulsated in her handbag. It was Baekhina, and she was looking for her. She didn’t realize it was already 2 pm. And Baekhina’s voice was shaking her brain like a rainstorm in mid-autumn. Hana pulled the bike out of the storage room, refilled the dogs’ water bowl, and dashed outside. If it wasn’t for Kang Jun, she might not have attended the celebration. But she owed more than she can imagine that his simple request might not even account for everything he has done for her. Hana struggled for a bit, trying to adapt to her new bike. She noticed that the chair was extra fluffy and soft, unlike the ordinary bicycles out there. A little bit of Suho’s touch, she flushed. The wind turned cooler as she pedaled her way to Daegu Hotel. Her eyes scanned for a bike rack at the hotel, which she discovered concealed between bushes and tall plants. After securing her bike and tulips in the basket, she stormed upstairs. “Room 402, it read.” As she steppe
The elevator ride to the ground floor was the slowest and agonizing lift in Hana’s life. Outside, the climate has turned a new leaf. Rain clouds prevented the sunlight from radiating, covering the entire blue sky. An impending downpour not far from the horizon.The immediate drop in the temperature didn’t appease Hana’s mind and anger. Cold sweat formed on her forehead while her face allflashedin red—her ears buzzing from the loud noise coming off her chest.Hana knew only one thing — SHE MUST GET OUT THERE IMMEDIATELY!Her trembling hands and shortness of breath made leaving a struggle. Hana could hardly hold herself up as her knees wobbled. Unlocking the bike was tough.Mounting her bike, Hana couldn’t contain her grief. The agony weighed her down, and her heart stabbed from all directions. “I knew it. This was a big mistake,” she lamented.&n
“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