Seoul, Friday, January 11, 1992

Sejeong fiddled with Nayoung's fingers. 6 Celsius was unseasonably warm for January. Warm enough for them to drop their bags off at Nayoung's house and make the trek to sneak into the theater showing last year's best films. Sejeong didn't know why Death Song was on the list. "You really didn't think it was stupid?" 

Nayoung looked a little offended. But Nayoung always found a way to be offended. "No way! It was touching. The way they were willing to die for each other..." Nayoung trailed off, a dreamy expression on her face. They stopped at the crosswalk and waited for the traffic to slow down.

Sejeong mock retched. "You're gross. It's totally dumb. They definitely had other options. Throwing yourself overboard helps no one."

"Death Song is a masterpiece and you can't convince me otherwise." Nayoung huffed and stomped her foot like a petulant child. Sometimes Sejeong couldn't believe Nayoung was older than her.

The last of the cars cleared out and they continued walking. "Nayoung, how many times have I told you your taste in movies is terrible?" 

"That's Nayoung unnie to you." Nayoung tried to wink. It was terrible to the point of being a little charming. 

Sejeong squeezed Nayoung's hand. "Oh really?"

"Mmhm." Nayoung squeezed back and brought their hands up to kiss Sejeong's. 

Sejeong spluttered in surprise and tried to take her hand back. When Nayoung wouldn't let go, Sejeong whacked her in the stomach with her free hand instead. "You're so gross."

Nayoung doubled over, stopping dead and causing the elderly couple behind them to nearly collide with them. The couple walked past the two, shooting them judgmental looks. When Nayoung straightened up, the couple was a couple of paces ahead. Nayoung looked at Sejeong with feigned hurt. "My wife! She doesn't love me! I fear that my sadness will cause me to perish!"

"Shut up! People are looking at us weirdly." Sejeong grabbed Nayoung'