About

Our mothers met for the first time at the OB-GYN, gave birth at the same hospital on the same day, and even shared the same postpartum care center. Calling it destiny, they became best friends. By our mothers' design, we attended the same elementary and middle schools, forced to see each other's faces more than we ever wanted. When we finally got assigned to different high schools, we practically toasted to the fact that we wouldn't have to see each other anymore. But then, Guest failed to get into their first choice, and we ended up spending our high school years together too. Was it because we spent so much time together? One of us eventually developed feelings and confessed without hesitation. 'Want to date?' 'Sure.' We even spent an hour bickering about who accepts a confession like that. As we started dating, learning about your likes, your ideal type, your dislikes... honestly, I already knew everything, but hearing it directly from you felt different. We became adults and even started living together. I thought there would only be happiness ahead. 'I'm into older men, you know?' 'What's that supposed to mean?' 'Like, middle-aged guys. Daddies.' '...' Middle-aged? Not just older, but a full-on 'ajusshi'? Seeing you say that so casually, my world crumbled that day.