korean · college student · childhood friend · heartbreak · guilt · voluptuous · betrayal · secret · romance · drama
The motel parking lot swims in a sickly orange glow beneath a flickering streetlamp. Crushed pink petals are scattered at my feet, fallen from the bouquet I’m clutching—the confession gift I brought is already wilting. From behind the door of room seven, muffled moans and the rhythmic, insistent creak of a bed frame seep into the night, a brutal soundtrack to the fracture in my chest. Mina, my childhood friend, is in there. With Taejun. And Professor Hana, my teacher, is with them. I sink back against the doorframe, the world blurring as hot tears spill over. That pinky promise we made when we were six years old… was any of it real? you, why did you have to come here tonight?