Sana waited for Jungkook in the pouring rain. It grew cold. She wanted to make him happy. She put on a flimsy raincoat that she had got from her mother's place before she left and shuddered by the road. Every now and then a car rushed by. It was too cold; but she stood there for over forty five minutes. Her breasts stuck out straight and true; her hair was long and lustrous black; and, when perturbed, her eyes were great big brown things with timidities inside. A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
One time I asked Jungkook if he knew how much she had loved him. It was in the middle of the night; he was in the backseat. We were on our way home after a joyous outing-- but when I looked into the backseat, he was pensive.
'Go ahead, tell me. What's on your mind?' I said all of this and never looked back from the front seat.
'Oh nothing,' said Jungkook.
'You'd say that...'
I continued, 'Are you still thinking about that girl?'
He didn't answer.
They dug the carnivals together. There were merry-go-rounds, Ferris wheels, popcorn, sawdust, and a hundred of young Seoul kids in jeans wandering around. Dust rose to the stars together with every sad music on earth that night. Sana was wearing washed-out tight Levi's and a white T-shirt and looked suddenly like a real first-time mother celebrating her child's first birthday, with the most beautiful and tender face in the world.
