Author's note 1: this chapter is pretty explicit. Please, proceed at your risk, and if you feel you don't want to proceed, just write me a DM or a comment and I'll give you the basic info, so you'll read the next one without feeling you're missing something.
Author's note 2: the readers who have watched Memories of the Alhambra are familiar with Sang-bum, Hee-joo's friend/wannabe more who always tries to challenge and bring down Jin-woo. Those who have never watched MOTA: he's annoying and bothering and always suspicious and basically a pain in that spot where the sun never shines.
Author's note 3: the opinions expressed in this chapter could or could not reflect the author's ones. I apologize in advance because you'll find them sometimes superficial. There are two reasons for it: first, people are, sometimes, superficial. Second: the dialogues are between characters who know each other, if I would have made them explain themselves perfectly, the conversations wouldn't have sounded natural.
Author's note 4: no update next week, and I'm not sure about the following one. I had a busy month and another busy one is coming, but I want to thank you because I've also felt tense during the last weeks and your comments and DM have been a big distraction. Thank you for your opinions, for the questions, for the recipes, thank you <3
Y he sabido che es peligroso
Decir siempre la verdad
Si un día te has sentido enamorada
No le digas che le quiere, cállalo!
(Fiesta, Raffaella Carrà)
Meanwhile in Pyongyang...
"En serio?!!" The woman muttered to herself as she heard the unmistakable noise of a key turning in the lock.
Mimmi didn't love the word "toxic," and used it sparingly. Nonetheless, she found it perfectly fitting that particular context. Which context? The one in which she came back home every evening after a day spent in fighting against a chronic crew shortage and the icy North Korean December, wishing nothing more than wasting an injurious amount of water with a hot shower and, instead, as soon as the lift stopped at their floor – he probably was behind the door waiting for it, el maldito perro – her supposed best friend slash floor mate Sang-bum opened his door and self-invited himself in her kitchen.
Officially, to share a hot Colacao. De facto, yammering in front of a hot Colacao.
He always started with small sour jokes and then, when she tried to reply, gave rise to his blurting out.
"So... the lovebirds are coming back tomorrow."
"Yes," Mimmi replied laconically, a hopeless attempt to make him understand how sick she was.
Yet the problem wasn't about him knowing it. The problem was him caring for it – or not, in that precise case: not. Sang-bum couldn't care less. He was working from home in that period due to a problem with ice, water, or who knows what in his office. Not used to spend all day alone, when she came back he relentlessly poured all his stuff out. And his stuff, on that particular week, was a certain romantic trip he apparently couldn't deal with. Mimmi had found herself wondering if she could have fixed the problem at his office. How hard a hydraulic problem could have been? Surely less than having to deal with that pain in the ass every day.
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