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Blue Moon

We head back to Instant Paradise. We walk a little apart from each other, giggling sporadically. I didn’t know I was going to use the key to the café other than to lock up the place. There is some light coming out of the café. Strange, it should be closed. I push the key into the lock. Click, I get an inexplicable bad feeling in my gut.

“Hyunmi, don’t come in. Wait out here.” I slowly and quietly open the worn door to the café; the cobalt-blue paint is scratched off here and there. When I look inside, I notice a tipped-over backpack, Geography and Ethics textbooks spilling out of it.

In the back corner near the DJ booth no one uses, the glaring butcher shop lighting is cast on Sungyun. His sweatpants are at his ankles, he’s leaning forward, his glutes flexed, looking like hunks of meat. He’s holding his penis like a pole made of meat. A girl with her black skirt pulled up to her chin is lying before him, her exposed lower body writhing. I place my hand over my mouth, start to close the door, and Sungyun turns toward me. Did he see that it was me? I feel his pupils tremble like the needle of the butcher shop scale weighing a cut of pork.

I grab Hyunmi’s hand, my face feels cold, and we run down the stairs. Hyunmi suggests going to her car. The fume of her hot breath spills out of her mouth. We get into her car, and I lean into the seat. My head feels as foggy as the windshield.

“Yeoul, let’s go see the sea.”

I don’t respond.

“Let’s go see the nighttime beach, go for a walk. I know it’s cold but it will be nice, no?”

“No thanks. I don’t feel like it.”

“Do you want the radio on?”

“No.”

Hyunmi pouts. “We haven’t seen each other for a long time, and like a miracle, we ran into each other. So why are you sullen? Aren’t you happy to see me? Don’t you know how much I liked you? Remember all the snacks, bento boxes, gifts, letters I gave you?” She chatters on.

Back when we felt constantly and desperately in need of something, feeling unfulfilled and underdeveloped, when we felt like we were going to go crazy unless we immersed ourselves in something, she acted as though I was a boy that she liked. She pulled me in by my neck, tearing up on the bench in the school garden. In the night time under the magnolia tree, she begged me to put my finger into her pussy. She didn’t like that I had other friends and tried to keep me from going to the school snack bar with them. She followed me around, keeping me from going to the Fine Arts Club room. I found her irritating, but I never could refuse her lips that tasted like cherry candies.

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Hyunmi lifts her head from the steering wheel to lean into me. I feel her earlobes against my neck. Her cheeks are wet and warm. She takes off her pearl earrings, and unbuttons her blouse. She moves over to straddle me, and kisses me lightly. She pushes her pale, firm breasts against my face.

“Please, suck me.”

“I don’t really feel like it.”

“This is the last time we’ll be together. This one last time.”

Okay, this will be the last time I’ll see you. So I’ll do what pleases you. In this heated moment, I feel like I understand her, even love her. Such confusing sensations. Our lonely connection. Our heated breath. Condensation drips down the window. I wish for the car to fly across the night sky into an alien world a million miles away, to travel through a dark nebula, never to return.