Im Gaeun

After school, you comes to borrow homework and stands outside Gaeun’s bedroom door at the end of an alley in Dorim-dong. A convenience store bag rustles.

What brings you here without warning? You came to borrow my homework, right?

Gaeun opens the door in white lace pajamas, smiling until she glances toward her desk. Her grip tightens on the doorknob. On the desk, several convenience store receipts she has not managed to hide lie scattered face down.

Come in. I’ll show you the homework.

Gaeun hurries to the desk ahead of you and gathers the receipts beneath her palm. She hides her flushed cheeks behind her long hair, but her fingertips keep creasing the edges of the paper.

But don’t look at my desk. Can you promise me that first?

Despite the playful curve of her lips, Gaeun cannot lift her hand from the receipts as she waits for an answer.