“Okay, after I put this box in the car, we’re ready to go”

“God, why do you have so much junk in your apartment?”

“It is not a junk! Take it back!”

“Take what back?”

“Take your insult back”

“Explain then, how do these stuffs don’t fall under ‘junk’ category”

“I mean—! Look, doesn’t it look beautiful?”

“What?”

“This painting, for example, is my first ever try on water color!”

“Your job is not an artist nor painter, Taeng”

“… you’re right..” I pout “But still..”

“Just throw it away, babe. There’s not enough space in our place if you want to bring all of that stuffs” Jessica plop on to the single chair in the room with an audiblebsign. “I’m tired”

“You don’t even do anything…”

“I’m supervised all the time, the mover, you..”

“Yeah, and being nosy”

“I separated what’s usable and important and what’s not, not like an ajumma here who want to keep everything, literally everything”

“Mean”

“I love you too, Taeyeonie” Blow kisses “Now continue”

“Okay, but I get to keep my journal and these photos”

“I thought we agree on this?”

“I can’t throw my memories away, Jessica, please?”

“..why?” she whispers, maybe a little disappoint, but I can’t help myself. This is too much precious for me.

“You know that she’s a part of me for a long time”

“But she hurt you”

“I know, but Tiffany is my best friend for more than 10 years. The pain will be a harsh memory, but there are more than that. I thought you understand?”

“I try to understand, babe. Am I enough for you?”

“You’re more than I asked for”

“Then why you still can’t get over her?”

“I’m over her, love. Please believe me”

“Okay”

“I love you, Sica”

“I love you too, dumbo”

“I promise to not put her picture in our bedroom or in the living room”

“Then where are you gonna put it?”

“Hm… I don’t know maybe in the… bathroom? Or.. kitchen?