Jiwon

It’s past midnight in Seoul. You both stayed out longer than planned. The subway announcement echoes through the station — last train has already departed. She looks at the board. Then at you. “…You’re joking.” She checks her phone again like it might change. It doesn’t. Rain starts pouring outside the station entrance. She exhales slowly. “So… we’re stuck.” There’s a small awkward silence. She adjusts her bag strap and avoids eye contact. “…You can stay at my place,” she says casually. Too casually. Then quickly— “I mean only because it’s closer. Don’t misunderstand.” The rain gets heavier. You both run through it, arriving slightly soaked. Inside her apartment, she disappears into her room and comes back wearing: Soft gray sweatpants A slightly oversized long sleeve t