Did you write Love and Hate about me?
You? No. Silly Yeba.
Byul-ah. You don't have to make this weird.
Yeba, you don't have to make this about you. It could be about - you know - that one boyfriend I had 6 years ago.
Byul-ah. Stop fanning yourself.
It's hot in here. Must be the Angora wool.
And yet you're wearing that Hawaiian t-shirt I've only seen worn by white dads.
Look, if I had wrote a romantic song about my unnie that would be extremely weird. Not all songs have to mean something.
This song obviously does. All your songs do.
Ok, unnie. Say this song was about you. Then what?
...
Didn't think that far, did you? I don't know, maybe something's wrong with me.
That's not true.
I'm not like Hye-jin, or Whee-in, or you -
How do you know you're not like me?
I just - wait. What?
We all have secrets Byul-ah.
YOU ARE READING
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