“Come on.” Jihoon pulled Miyoung’s arm toward the restaurant.
“I think I should go,” Miyoung said, though the aroma from inside made her mouth water.
“Just let her feed you. She’ll never let you leave until you eat.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to use me as a way to delay your punishment?”
“Of course I do, so be a good friend and let me.” Jihoon gave her a crooked grin and her heart wavered. She should have corrected him, told him they weren’t friends, but for some reason she didn’t. It seemed odd that a month ago she hadn’t known this boy existed and now she almost yearned for his company.
The cramped restaurant was unimpressive. The yellowing linoleum was cracked; the water filter gave a sad gurgle in the corner. Under a single fluorescent light, a small table was set for dinner. Steaming bowls of doenjang jjigae filled the room with the salty scent of bean paste.
Miyoung’s chair rocked a bit on uneven legs as she sat.
When Halmeoni walked out with an extra bowl of jjigae in her hands, Miyoung jumped up and took it to set on the table.
“Good girl.” Halmeoni patted her firmly on the rear in approval.
Miyoung froze. She’d never received such casual affection before. And she was woefully unpracticed in how to keep her composure.
“So you recently moved to town?” Halmeoni asked, sitting.
“Yes, with my mother,” Miyoung said as she took her seat again.
“And your father? What does he do?”
“He’s not with us.” Miyoung lowered her head.
“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss,” Halmeoni said, her smile sympathetic.
“He’s not dead.” Miyoung bristled at the assumption. “He just left.”
Jihoon’s halmeoni continued, unfazed. “Well, dear, sometimes the universe works in odd ways, but family does not always come about through blood.”
Unable to find a reply, Miyoung spooned up a bite. Jihoon’s halmeoni placed a piece of meat on top. Such a simple gesture. One Miyoung had witnessed in a thousand dramas. One of someone who cared for another. Miyoung shoved the bite into her mouth despite the tightness in her throat.
Jihoon glanced up and met Miyoung’s eyes with his, giving her a wide grin. He had kimchi stuck in his teeth. And she hated that it made his goofy smile even more endearing.
Jihoon and his halmeoni moved with such consideration of each other, a lifetime of learned behavior. She spooned some of her meat into his bowl. He nudged the cucumber kimchi closer to her before she reached for it.
Jihoon laid a hand over his halmeoni’s as he ate. His thumb moved back and forth over the thin skin of her knuckles. Mi-young wondered if he even realized he did it.
How could two people go from shouting in the street to sharing such a loving meal? They were so at ease with their love. They fought and laughed and adored each other so openly.
Her throat tightened on a wave of emotion, and she choked on her next bite. Jihoon and his halmeoni looked at her curiously. Her eyes filled, and she ducked her head low over her bowl to hide the tears as they fell.
It hurt to see such love when she’d never received it herself. Like picking at a wound after she’d long grown a callus over it. And now it lay open and fresh. A feeling of being so hollow, Miyoung wondered if she’d ever be able to fill the empty space again.
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After dinner, Miyoung offered to do the dishes to escape and organize her thoughts.
A drama played on the small television in the corner as she filled the sink with suds. The sound of an argument between two characters spun out of the speakers to join her bitter mood.
Jihoon pushed through the door with the last of the dirty dishes.
She wanted to tell him to leave. Her pain had translated into annoyance, and he was her main target.
Before she had a chance to banish him, he pulled on the second pair of gloves and started washing alongside her.
Miyoung dug her teeth into the inside of her mouth. As she tasted the copper flavor of blood, she forced herself to relax, trying to let go of her anger with it. She might as well let him help. His hands were already submerged in the water, scrubbing at a giant pot.
“What’s it about?” Jihoon nodded toward the television.
Miyoung considered ignoring him, but knew he’d badger her until she replied.
The scene showed the heroine driving down a dark road on