LOGINRiiing.
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 th
“There’s no turning back,” I admitted to myself after the horn honked right into my ears.Pulled out the hair dryer and decided to ditch his usual updo hairstyle and let his long fringe fall on his face. Ditching the usual coat and tie he wore, Suho pulled the black turtleneck over his head and paired it with the white trouser. Pulled the red trench coat his mother had been asking him to wear for almost eternity and pulled out a new sneaker he had stashed in his closet for a while. “This is your time to shine,” he said.It was Saturday in Seoul and the road was almost empty compared to the weekdays. It had been a long weekday for Suho jumping from one meeting to the next, court hearings every Monday and Wednesday. But this weekend was unlike any other.Kring. His phone alarmed with a notification saying his order has been confirmed. The stop light turned red, Suho reached out for the mirror on the dashboard ch
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 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 the
“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.