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One thing sticks out in the letter: “once I’m satisfied”. If past experiences are any indication, then it seems the horniness of these Weki Meki girls is just on another level. Or at least that’s how it reads.

Inside, the smell of dental offices is almost undeniable. It isn’t just the fluoride and latex, though. Further down empty hallways, there’s an insurance company office, a tech startup workspace, and even a small coffee shop. You reach the third floor, letters and numbers on every door you pass. 3A, 3B, then finally 3C—the first address Sei had provided in her letter.

You turn the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open. A mirror-filled wall looks out towards a window. Various yoga apparatuses fill the room. The lone woman in there stands atop one of the apparatuses, one leg swinging like a pendulum as her toned butt greets you through her yoga pants. It definitely isn’t Sei. Not with that ass.

This isn't the right location.

“Excuse me, is Sei here?” She steps off the table and turns toward you—it’s Rina.

“Oppa, is that you?” Rina calls out with squinted eyes.

Oppa? The fact she’s using this level of familiarity seems a little strange.

“Oh my gosh, it is! Oppa, it’s me! Kang Soeun!” The sound of her name tickles your ears and overloads your brain with forgotten memories from middle school. The overheating of processing power spreads across your entire body and makes your skin feel fuzzy. Cheek muscles start to tense when the realization finally hits. Of course. Who could forget a childhood crush?

She runs up to hug you, her pillowy breasts squishing against your body. Despite her sticky yoga skin, she embraces you tightly. Her nipples noticeably protrude through her top as they plunge into your chest. Perfume tickles your nose with rose oil, mint, and vanilla, an almost forgotten scent that starts to become familiar again. It feels like a lifetime ago.

“Soeun! Wow! I almost didn’t recognize you! Look at you, all grown up and famous now! You look great!”

“What are you doing here, oppa?”

“It’s a whole story. I’ve been trying to return a notebook that Yoojung misplaced. But then Sei stole it from me and is leading me on this wild goose chase to get it back.”

Her jaw drops in disbelief. “You’re bus guy?”

You shrug. “So I guess Yoojung has been telling everyone about me, huh? What has she been saying?”

“I mean, she told us about how she lost her notebook after some crazy bus sex she had one night, but I didn’t know you were bus guy, oppa.”

She sits on the nearest yoga apparatus and you take a seat next to her. There’s just so much to catch up on; Yoojung and Sei can wait for now.

“Hey, let me ask you something,” you say, “what is it with the rest of your group members? They all wanna have sex with me for some reason. I mean, I’m not complaining, it’s just… out of the ordinary. I mean, I’m good looking, but I’m not ‘everyone-wants-to-fuck-me-on-the-spot’ good looking.”

Soeun stifles an awkward giggle. “Have you ever wondered why Weki Meki’s greeting is ‘Let’s get crazy’?” She continues, “It’s because of Yoojung unnie. She makes so many sexual advances on anything that moves, including us. And she’s not shy about it, either. She's crazy. It must’ve rubbed off on the other unnies.”

“Oh. Has Yoojung ever made a move on you?” An imaginary steamy Yoojung/Soeun X-rated romance starts to form in your head:

It’s a cold, lonely night in the dorm. The heater is broken and there’s only one blanket on the comfy couch. It’s just barely big enough for two bodies if they huddle together. Yoojung invites Soeun under the blankets to avoid freezing.

“The blanket is too small, you’ll have to sit on my lap if you wanna get warm,” the tinier Yoojung says to Soeun. She does just that, unaware Yoojung is completely naked under the covers. Soeun lets it happen anyway.

Then, the sex scene of the movie they’re watching plays. Yoojung’s too horny to not do anything about Soeun just casually sitting on her naked lap. She creeps her fingers into Soeun’s shorts, shoving them against Soeun’s clit as Soeun lets out a stifled moan that syncs with the sex scene they’re watching.

“Ugh, unnie!” Soeun yelps, ripping the blanket off their bodies. “Forget the blanket, fuck some warmth into me instead!”

You snap out of your fantasy, noticing Soeun about to answer. It’s probably for the best. The fantasy doesn’t even sound that good in your head; the story makes no sense. Perhaps Soeun has a better story to tell.

She hops off the table and continues her stretches on the floor, unaffected by your forwardness. “Of course, but I try to stay away from that; I’m not really into her in that way. She’ll ask for birthday kisses on the lips which is the most I’ll do with Yoojung unnie. She knows not to push it too far with me, but she bosses the other members around like they’re her play toys. She’s especially fond of our maknae Lucy.”

It’s refreshingly surprising to hear how open and willing she is to answer deeply personal questions, but a door, once opened, may be stepped through in either direction.

“How many of my group mates have you… you know… so far...” Soeun stammers, too shy to complete a coherent question. There’s a mixed look of curiosity and shame expressed on her face as she asks. It feels weird to answer, but you return the favor of honesty.

“Uh, Yoojung, Elly, Doyeon, Suyeon, which makes… 4?” you answer.

“Oh, that’s good.” Soeun’s shoulders drop with a sharp exhalation.

“Huh? Why is that good?”

She laughs, but Soeun’s shoulders tense up again. “Sorry, force of habit. I meant...” she trails off.

A palpable awkwardness fills the room before Soeun tries to change the subject.

“Anyway, how are you, oppa? I haven’t seen you since you left to study abroad after middle school.”

Soeun continues stretching in stunned amazement, carefully listening to the countless stories of studying abroad, coming back to work in Korea, and everything in between. She seems genuinely happy to see you after having not seen you in years. 30 minutes pass before reminiscing about the days you spent in middle school together.

Soeun jumps up from her standing forward bend pose as she recalls a memory of her own, interrupting you and playfully slapping you on the arm.

“Oh my God, oppa! Do you remember, I used to have such a huge crush on you back in middle school!”

You let out a slight chuckle. “Yeah, I remember,” you say, but you let her continue the story anyway.

“There was that one mean girl who used to pick on me at school, do you remember? She tripped me in the hall one day and started calling me ugly and kept pushing me around. And then here comes the new kid, not caring about social hierarchy and standing up for the unpopular girl. I used to come eat with you every week after that.”

“Yeah, and you would always tell me, ‘Oppa! Be my boyfriend!’ and you’d grab my arm and walk with me to class.”

Soeun beams. “And do you remember what you’d always tell me when I asked you to be my boyfriend?”

“I’d say, ‘Buy me Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and I’ll think about it.’”

“Yeah! I had to look up what that was! And you knew I couldn’t get it either. They’re so hard to find in Korea. You and your Western palate.” The seat cushion sinks next to you when she sits again. Her arm grazes yours, and in that moment, Soeun’s gaze pierces your soul with deep affection. There’s a slight pause as that deep affection is tainted with a hint of sadness. “Then you left that summer to study abroad, but I secretly knew it was so you could eat all the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.”

She tries to sell a fake smile to go along with the joke she used as a coping mechanism, but no one is buying it. Even after all these years, Soeun still wears her heart on her sleeve.

“Well, I’m just glad you're back,” Soeun says, her head now gently resting on your shoulder. Memories rush back when she grasps you tightly by the arm and repeats those familiar words: “Oppa! Be my boyfriend!”

The sweet honey of her command makes you feel like a middle schooler again. It’s bittersweet. It’s a good thing she’s buried deep in your shoulder: she would’ve seen the sadness on your face, and it didn't make sense for both of you to carry that burden. You’re quick to mask the pain with a smile when Soeun lifts her head out of your shoulder. There’s visible annoyance in her expression like she’s waiting for you to finish the cadence of this back-and-forth.

“Buy me Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and I’ll think about it,” you finally reply. Satisfied with your response, she returns to your inviting shoulder.

There’s nothing but silence for a few minutes, all while Soeun still grasps onto you. She’s too immersed in the meaningful moment to end it so quickly. Suddenly, she reaches for her phone. A mirror displaying a girl on a boy’s shoulder fills the entire screen in her outstretched hand. You happily smile for her photo, then snap.

“We really would make a great couple, you know.”

Nevermind that you can’t respond to Soeun’s advances. Does she really still have feelings for me after all this time?

The truth is Soeun never seemed like someone you would fall for, but the more she hung around, the more things felt like anything could be possible. She would’ve been a really great first girlfriend, no doubt. In fact, there’s some regret deep down that she wasn’t. But knowing you were leaving that summer, how could you break your own heart like that? How could you break her heart like that? Peanut butter cups were just a lame excuse to ensure neither of you got close enough to experience the candy crush heartbreak. Soeun didn’t need to know about your reciprocated feelings. It was better that way.

Soeun continues to admire the instant captured in time eternally saved on her phone before returning to living in the moment. The human blood pressure cuff grasps you tighter, and she gently whispers, “Don’t go away again.”

It's not a promise you think you can keep. Even with the blast from the past begging you to stay, your mind is still focused on Yoojung and retrieving her notebook from Sei. You can’t bring yourself to disappoint Soeun, tenderly stroking her velvety black hair in silence instead. But even without saying a word, it's definitely enough to convey your answer to Soeun.

“At least stay a while here with me, then,” she pleads.

“Okay” is the only word that leaves your lips.

It’s been quite some time since Soeun was actively doing her yoga exercises. Instead, she continues to be by your side as you reminisce about the past. In your arms, she loses track of time, but she still has a schedule to stick to. With Weki Meki’s comeback fast approaching, she can’t afford any more breaks from staying in shape. She finally unwraps from your arm.

“Help me back up on this table?”

The padded black vinyl gives way as you step onto the yoga apparatus and pull Soeun up along with you. Maybe it’s a little too much padding. She plants her left foot firmly onto the comfy table, but the padding gives way too much, and as she pulls up her right foot, the lack of stability causes her to lose balance and fall backwards.

“Ack!”

“Soeun!” Without thinking, you fall forward with her. Your left hand reaches for the back of her head while your right hand wraps around to the small of her back. It all happens so fast, but she safely lands on the cushioned table with your hands breaking her fall. She returns the favor on your own landing, her cushiony breasts softening your impact on top of her. Your lips lie just inches above hers. Maybe too much table padding was a blessing in disguise.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine, oppa.” Maybe it’s the shock of the moment or maybe the position on top of her feels nice, but your hands are still underneath Soeun. She’s not heavy enough to trap your hands underneath her. You can definitely pull them away any time, but you feel no reason to. Something about this moment feels like it might be the start of something. To pull away now would deny that momentum from rolling. Then it happens.

“My knight in shining armour!” Her head lifts off your hand, her soft lips reaching up to peck your cheek. It’s new territory. She waits for your reaction, but you’re too stunned to say anything. She fills the silence with a chuckle.

“Wh—what’s so funny, Soeun?”

“Well, you’re looking at me like you don’t know what just happened. And you’re still on top of me. So to me, there’s only one thing going through your mind right now.”

“Okay, psychic. What am I thinking about right now?”

“I can tell you want to kiss me.” Clever girl, using the moment to her advantage. Did she plan this fall all along?

Her arms wrap around your neck while her piercing eyes pine for you to kiss her. An undeniable electricity starts to build. A staring contest ensues, both of you waiting for the other to bend. She’s waited since middle school for this, what’s a couple seconds more to her?

“Do you want me to kiss you?” you ask.

Soeun plays coy, giving you a cryptic shrug. “I don’t know,” she says, but you both know the answer to your question.

The scene plays out like a movie—it’s almost disgustingly cliché. The moment seemingly slows down as you lean forward. Soeun’s eyes close. Her lips pucker and her head tilts to your right, trying to avoid an awkward moment of your noses getting in the way. Accordingly, you tilt slightly to your left.

Your eyes shut, blindly continuing to press forward until Soeun’s soft lips graze yours. Her peppermint lip balm aggressively attacks you with a tingling sensation. All that potential energy converts to kinetic energy between your lips. She pulls you in closer, making sure there’s no way you’ll leave her again. No chance of that happening this time.

In the darkness behind your eyelids, there’s nothing. No Yoojung. No Sei. No red notebook. Just the feeling of Soeun’s lips parting against yours, her tongue gently exploring your gaping maw and crossing of an item on her bucket list.

Her slippery dolphin enters the sea of void where she greets the only other dolphin in there. When they touch, a feeling of weightlessness overcomes you. You’re not in the yoga studio anymore. She grasps tightly onto you as your bodies lift up above the apparatus as one, flying up until the rest of the world is below you. The brief moment is devoid of any cares or problems—it’s just you and Soeun now.

In the passionate lock, a raging storm starts to build in your pants that pokes between Soeun’s legs. You try to shift your body weight off her so that she doesn’t feel it, but it’s too late. She gently pushes you away from the kiss.

“Sorry, Soeun.”

Soeun doesn’t respond. The feeling of a thousand needles stabs your entire body, but none more evident than the ones piercing your face, giving you a red glow in the regrettable moment. You still hover over her, too embarrassed to even move at all. But when you do finally start to pull off, she grabs onto your biceps, allowing you to hover over her.

Soeun’s hands loosen its grip on you, moving down to the hem of her crop top. She shimmies it up and over her head, revealing the sports bra underneath.

“Wait, are you sure about this, Soeun?”

Her unwavering eyes don’t even blink at the question. “Oppa, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

She pulls off her sports bra next, revealing her sweaty nipples that are already hard from the makeout session. Her hands reach for yours as she places them onto her exposed chest.

“Is this okay?” you ask. She only nods as you plunge back into her lips while caressing her breasts.

The kiss is short-lived. Soeun starts to pull off your shirt, breaking off the short lip lock to pull it over your head. Then she reaches for your belt buckle. You help Soeun by taking off your pants, your underwear the only thing on you now. Soeun pulls it off in an instant, stopping to admire the erect cock in front of her.

“Oppa!”

“What?”

“Yoojung unnie said it was big, but... I’m not sure that’ll fit in me.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

Soeun notices you struggling to pull off her yoga pants that seem to be stuck at her hips. “Sorry, these things are just so tight sometimes. Plus with all the sweating I do from yoga, it kinda just sticks onto me. It doesn’t help having a big butt either, it's a struggle getting these on and off.”

“A little conceited, aren’t we?”

She laughs. “What? I know I have a great ass. You must’ve seen it too on all my fan cams?”

“Well, first, let’s figure out how to get these pants off, and then you’re gonna show me that ass.” Based on the stolen looks you gave her when you first walked into the studio, she isn’t lying. Still, it’s a great excuse to let her show it to you unclothed of her own volition.

“You can just rip it off. Like, literally rip it off.”

“Soeun, if I rip this, you’re not gonna have anything to wear back to the dorm.”

“It’s fine, I always bring an extra pair of clothes.”

The spandex/cotton blend bunches up in your two hands at the top of her pants near her belly button. It takes all your strength, but eventually it starts to rip down until her slit is freed from the tight fabric. With enough slack now, her pants pull off with relative ease, her naked, sweaty body now lying underneath you on the yoga apparatus. She flips over on the table, keeping her promise of showing you her butt.

“See, oppa? Isn’t this a cute butt?”

The playful slap you give to her ass cheek causes it to jiggle and ripple in reaction. “Oh my God, did Yoojung tell you about the ‘cute pussy’ thing, too?”

She looks back toward you with a deadpan stare. “What cute pussy? I’m showing you my butt right now.”

“Yeah, but ‘cute’ is such a weird descriptor to use for your butt.” You stare again trying to find the proper adjective. “It’s ‘firm’. It’s ‘big’. Why would you use ‘cute’ unless you learned that from Yoojung?”

Her sweaty back firmly presses into the cushioned top of the table as she flips back around. Soeun wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in again, your lips within a finger’s length of hers.

“Oppa, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Can we stop talking about Yoojung unnie, please? She’s the last person I want to be thinking about right now.” She lifts up her head as she gives you a quick peck on the lips again before falling back down. Soeun gives you a smile before finally telling you her deepest desire: “I only want you.”

“Are you really sure this is what you want, Soeun?”

She made her decision a long time ago; there’s no going back now.

Her hand slips down to grab your stiff cock, guiding the tip to her entrance and expecting you to infer her answer from the gesture.

With Soeun beckoning you to make a move, you get lost in her gaze and find yourself transported back to the last time you saw her:

“How many stars do you think are in the sky tonight, oppa?”

It was impossible to give her an answer; there were just too many stars to count. The only stars that mattered weren’t even stars at all.

Soeun’s eyes outshined the moon that night on the apartment rooftop. They even twinkled like the stars above, raining liquid crystals that trickled down her cheeks.

There wasn’t time for small talk, not when the universe was ending. “I’m really gonna miss you, Soeun.”

“You could stay, you know.”

“You know I can’t.” Soeun’s stars started to swell to supernovas. More liquid crystals began to trickle, lamenting the end of the universe that was you and Soeun.

“If you ever come back, promise you’ll come look for me,” she said.

“Only if you promise to be waiting with some peanut butter cups.”

Soeun didn’t say anything in that moment. Instead, in the corner of your eye, Soeun’s hand shifted.

“This okay, oppa?” You were still too busy admiring Soeun’s face in the moonlight, but you could feel her fingers interlaced with yours.

Warm. Inviting. Nothing was gonna beat this feeling.

“More than okay, Soeun.”

“Let’s just stay here and watch the stars.”

“I already am,” you said, continuing to stare into Soeun’s eyes until you were transported back again to the yoga studio in the present.

You’re still staring deeply into Soeun’s eyes. You could feel her bare skin under your hands, but her fingers now twist and grab onto the vinyl cushion below her.

Warm. Inviting. Nothing could beat this feeling—your cock fully jammed into her pussy, a subconscious decision made during your reverie.

“This okay, Soeun?”

Her hands reach down to your hips. “More than okay, oppa. I always thought you’d be good, but I never imagined you’d feel this good. Keep going.”

The table creaks; Soeun’s body rocks back and forth with each exploratory thrust into her suffocating folds. You lean in again with closed eyes, heightening your other senses in the sensual moment.

There’s passion and purpose in her peppermint lips pressing against yours. It’s cool to the touch, which is a stark contrast to other points of contact with Soeun’s body. Torsos press against each other, her chest radiating heat against yours. Her heart pounds through her chest, palpitating in time with your own even as it races faster. Surely, she can feel the same thing, too. In the moment, you’re one, but then she pushes you off again, this time fully off her.

“Wait,” she explains.

“What is it, Soeun?”

She hops off the yoga apparatus. Her gentle yet sweaty hand grabs yours, pulling you with her towards the other side of the room. She stops. The unjudging mirror in front of her covers the entire wall, incapable of revealing anything but the truth to any beholder. What the mirror unveils is a naked woman, confident of every curve on her glistening body, pure and free of any imperfections. But the woman in the mirror isn’t admiring her own body. Instead, her eyes are fixated on the man behind her. Separately, both vulnerable, lacking meaning, lacking purpose before today. Together, in this moment, their existences intertwine again after being brief tangents in a past life. What’s left in the mirror is a happy would-be couple, two once-empty halves finally complete again.

From behind, you wrap your arms around Soeun’s toned stomach, your cock sandwiched in between the tight hug, pressed up against her ass. Your lips start to playfully caress her salty shoulder. Soeun wriggles in your grasp, squirming in the trail of ticklish kisses slowly traveling up her neck. She giggles when you nibble at her earlobe too, attempting to repel your naughty lips. But when you finally make contact with her cheek for a quick peck, Soeun instead leans into it, feeling the squish exerted on her rosy cheek.

“Why are we standing in front of the mirror, Soeun?”

She tilts forward, pressing her hands against the mirror. Soeun’s ass swells when she bends down with spread legs.

“I want to be able to see your face and body when we do it, and I want you to see my face so you know just how much I enjoy it.” Her gaze then meets yours in the mirror. “Stick it in me.”

You give no resistance to her command, grabbing hold of her hips and pushing forward into her. In return, she offers very little resistance as her sweet pussy lips easily part at the first sign of your tip attempting to penetrate her again.

Her face contorts every which way, conveying almost every emotion as she watches you thrust into her from behind. A bite of her lip like she’s holding in a long-kept secret. Then a wince on the first full plunge. Every subsequent thrust after that helps her familiarize the way your cock fits into her tight space. With more intimacy, she gets used to it. Her winces, visible through her expressions in the mirror, melt away. Her face only oscillates between two different emotions now: a trembling, aroused jaw when she admires herself getting pounded, and a flash of her thankful smile when she’s looking at you through the mirror.

The image of Soeun’s beautiful body being fucked only heightens your arousal in the moment, and you begin to increase your pace. Each thrust is silky smooth, her pussy now seemingly tailor-made for you. Her supple breasts, dangling freely at the mercy of gravity, sway with each ram. Soeun intently watches her helpless breasts clap against each other, a sight that visibly turns her on.

“Oppa, grab onto my breasts.”

You do as you’re told, temporarily suppressing Soeun’s wild applause. Her breasts still continue to sway in your greedy hands, and as you thrust faster, the clapping sound fills the yoga studio again. This time, however, it’s from the sound of your crotch violently striking her ass with each thrust.

“Oppa!”

Soeun’s body shuts down to her impending orgasm. Her eyes close for the first time in the presence of the mirror, lips locking into an oval as she tilts her head up. Her thighs harden when they knock against your own thighs. Her knees tremble, almost unable to hold her up. But then her elbows lock into place, her arms supporting herself up against the mirror even through unreliable legs. The feeling overwhelms her, but you watch as she lets herself succumb to her orgasm.

Her eyes open again, fixating on her pussy in the mirror and admiring her bodily fluids dripping down her inner thigh. Then she meets your gaze and gives another thankful smile for making her the happiest girl in the room. The only thought now is returning the favor and making you the happiest guy in the room, not that you aren’t already.

“Cum in me, oppa.”

“Are you sure, Soeun?”

“Come on, we were both thinking about this the second you walked into the yoga studio. It’s the least I can do after you made me cum; now it’s your turn.”

Her gaze doesn’t leave yours in the mirror as you continue thrusting. A foggy outline in the shape of her hand smudges the mirror when she lifts one of her hands off the surface. She runs it down her chest, briefly pinching her aroused nipple and cupping her swaying breast. It doesn’t stay there long—her hand slips further down her stomach before gently rubbing against her sensitive clit.

“Right in here, oppa. Cum.”

It doesn’t take much longer with Soeun instructing you. A few more thrusts, and your muscles tense up. Legs, unable to move, sit flush against the back of her sweaty legs, your cock fully inside her. Knowing you’re close from the lack of thrusting, she uses her hand to squeeze you.

“Ugh, Soeun!”

Your legs tremble in the orgasmic moment. Soeun’s tight grasp squeezes out every drop of cum into her body. Spurt after spurt fills her up. She finally lets go of you when she doesn’t feel any new warmth tickling her insides.

Cum drips onto the floor as you pull out. Soeun stands upright, her legs still slightly parted, cum continuing to ruin the tile. Soeun’s fingers spread her outer lips, tapping against the sticky fluid that fills her. Despite being a forced observer to the sin, the mirror in front of her still can’t tell a lie. This time, the mirror gives away her satisfaction with the deed.

“I can’t believe we just did that, oppa,” she says as you hand her a wet wipe. “You were amazing.”

“We should do that again some time,” you reply with a smile.

“I’d like that.” Soeun tosses the used wipe away and digs through her gym bag for her extra pair of clothes. She starts to get dressed before you interrupt her.

“Would you mind tossing me my clothes, Soeun?” Soeun slips on a pair of shorts and pulls an oversized shirt over her head before reaching down for your clothes and handing it to you.

It’s a struggle to put your shirt back on. Cotton temporarily blinds your vision as you try to find the right hole to poke your head through. When you finally escape the prison of your shirt, Soeun is standing in front of you with a piece of paper in her hands. The distinct blue ink bleeds through the other side. It must’ve fallen out of your shirt pocket in the chaos of getting dressed.

You can’t help but blurt out an explanation. “Oh, that’s the letter that Sei left me when she took the red notebook.”

Her eyes trudge through the letter, each word a piece of an intricate puzzle she’s trying to solve. Her brows furrow the further she progresses. Through her squinting, Soeun’s eyes pick up speed, travelling left to right, resetting again with each new line like a typewriter until she reaches the bottom of the note. When she flips the letter over to see the three addresses written there, her eyes become big again, and she lets out one word: “Oh.”

“Oh? What do you mean ‘oh’? Is that bad?”

Her chest deflates from expelling carbon dioxide into a sigh of bad news. Or is it? Soeun still hasn’t said anything. She stares off blankly into the sheet of paper in her hands. No explanation and no indication of what that ‘oh’ really means.

“Everything okay? Say something, Soeun.”

Suddenly, her face lights up and she pins her finger to the middle of the page. “Oppa, Sei’s going to be at this address.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“I know her schedule. We’re all off today and that’s where she likes to spend her free time. She’ll be there. Trust me.” The giant white leaf shakes in her trembling hand as she tries to give the letter back to you. The distraught in Soeun’s eyes fail to hide behind her smiling facade.

“Thanks, Soeun.”

“Anything for Mr. Peanut Butter Cups.” Her smile almost crumbles mid-sentence, but she keeps it together just enough to make it through. Still, there is nothing but sorrow in her words.

“I guess I should get going. I don’t know how long Sei will be there.” A loaded statement. If there ever was a time for Soeun to speak up, the time would be now. But the fact she can’t look you in the eyes tells you all you need to know. What once was a room filled with reminiscence and laughter has deadened to deafening silence. In the hesitation, empires fall. Stars die. The universe starts anew. But Soeun still remains frozen in time. Only by turning to leave does she finally awaken from her stunned state.

A/N: [OPTIONAL] Please press play on this track while reading until the end to set the mood for this final scene.

“Oppa, wait!” Soeun’s clammy hand desperately reaches out for yours as a final plea. She manages to catch the tip of your pinky that almost slips out of her slippery grasp. But her other hand reaches out as well, Soeun now properly pulling you back and preventing you from leaving.

“There’s something I need to tell you, oppa.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t...”

Behind the thin film of salty liquid in front of Soeun’s eyes, there’s desperation. Desperate to find the right melody, the right chord progression that could make this all go away. She hasn’t quite found the right words yet. Even if she did, her quivering lips would struggle to convey her words articulately. In the prolonged silence, your inner monologue screams out in desperation. Desperate not because you’re looking for the harmony that would complete Soeun’s melody, but because you already know the lyrics to Soeun’s song. Your song. And if only she can somehow telepathically receive those words, maybe she’d sing the song the both of you would love to hear: “Tell me ‘Don’t go’. Tell me to forget about this chase for Yoojung. Just say the word and I’ll stay.”

She balks. Her lips part to let out a sigh. Her eyes suddenly avoid contact with yours, instead looking up toward the ceiling attempting to fight back the aquarium that’s slowly about to overflow past the brims of her eyelids.

“Don’t what?” you ask.

Another eternity passes. She still hasn’t managed to look back at you after all this time, but she does eventually find the words to say. One deep inhale followed by four words is all it takes to finish her thought.

“Nevermind. You should go.” Those four little words, without context, means so little. Yet strung together in this moment, it’s the missile launch codes that destroy any hope and warmth still left in the yoga studio.

Happiness was never an option, it seems.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask. It’s the third time asking her this exact same question. On the previous two times, she was certain. Third time’s the charm; hopefully this is the one time she isn’t sure at all. It would be words of hope that could end the heartbreak warfare, but alas, there’s no joy in Seoul.

The warmth that her arms radiate around your neck disappears. A chasm as wide as the Pacific Ocean separates you now. The sweet smell of her perfume slaps you in the face as her hair whips around. Her steps as heavy as your heart press against the tile on her way to the window, a universe away. Notes of rose oil, mint, and vanilla subside to just a memory. The once-fortified glass at the aquarium of her eyes can’t seem to handle the sudden volume of liquid pushing its way out. It isn’t visible with Soeun’s back still facing you, but the window sill was definitely dry just a second ago. A Soeun sniffle only further supports the foregone conclusion.

“I’m sure. You should go get that notebook from Sei and find Yoojung. It’d be a waste after coming this far for her.” A lie. Her words don’t match the tremble in her voice. Soeun isn’t one to be selfish for her own happiness.

“I can stay.”

“It’s okay. Please close the door on your way out.” Your legs plant firmly into the position you’ve been holding since she kissed you. There’s still a small sense of optimism you hold onto, expecting her to turn around and change her mind. There’s only another sniffle as she continues to look out the window. The longer you wait, the more your optimism disappears until finally, there isn’t any left. Like a genie, you grant Soeun her wish without question, gently closing the door behind you as you slog down the stairs.

Outside, the skies have considerably darkened into a grey gloom, which, given what just transpired, seems like fitting weather for the occasion. A taxi stops in front of you at the command of your outstretched hand. The older gentleman drives off after inputting the given address into his GPS.

He tries to start a conversation. “Crazy weather, huh? It was so sunny a minute ago, now everything just looks so sad.”

The taxi passes the part of the business center where the yoga studio is located. You look up towards the third floor: Soeun is still standing at the window watching your taxi zoom off to its next destination.

“Yeah, everything does look sad,” you reply to the driver.

Above, the clouds have managed to hold back a potential flood, but Soeun’s eyes can’t say the same.