𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 /GXG/

◇There are rumors

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BAEK NA-YOUNG
 

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[August 9, 23:36]

About my parents, they burden me with too many expectations. Having to wake up and sit at the table for another failed breakfast where they have to point out my mistakes, and tell me that I should have gotten married, makes me sick.

The first time I did this, I had this anxiety about exploring the world. Knowing what it would be like to live alone in another city and away from them.

It wasn't difficult for me to adapt. I was really excited to lead this kind of life, and unlike now, I already had a job.

Today I'm leaving here.

I go down the stairs to the living room looking at the steps, carrying the cardboard box at thigh height.

I put it in the trunk of my stepfather's car. It's a silver Hyundai.

I had to sell my Kia. With the money I will maintain a reserve. Other than that, I've never been one to lose money either.

Although when it comes to housing, I like good places. It gives me security and status. No one will look at a teacher who lives in the suburbs the same way as one who lives in a good neighborhood.

As I'm heading back inside, I hear the living room phone ringing non-stop. Close to the TV, I take it off the hook on the wall.

''Hello?''

''Mrs Baek! Goodnight! It's... Yamazaki Sana! I need to talk to Da-hye urgently!!''

''It's me, Sana... Da-hye left with her parents. Call her cell phone.''

''She doesn't answer her cell phone, Nayounnie. What is she doing?''

''I don't know. What do you want with Da-hye?

''I needed her urgently. My friend-No- is our friend. She's feeling bad. She is our friend...She needs help!!

''Call an ambulance.''

''No! You'you know... No! No! Can you help me? I owe you a favor!! Please!!''

''Jesus Christ! Give me the address, quick!

''Do you know that nightclub near the Hongdae subway? The one with pink neon?

''Yes I know.''

''Pay attention...''

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[10:39pm]

So I park the car and go look for one of those pink neon buildings. Some guys run to the other side of the sidewalk where I'm coming from and almost knock me to the ground when they bump into my shoulder. Others are leaning against the walls, smoking, drinking, looking at me.

Just looking at them gives me that feeling of pity because I lived through something like this and I'm happy to be alive.

Entering the building next to this nightclub, there is a dark and filthy hallway. At the end I see the beginning of a staircase. Only two steps are visible in the blue light and those above plunge into darkness.