Everything should have been fine. It's their last semester at university, and all Wonyoung had to do was confess to Yuijn. But they banter, and bicker, and argue, and now, Wonyoung makes a mistake that will cost all of them their lives. Will she be able to fix things, or will her emotions and decisions eat her alive instead?
Liking An Yujin is difficult. Especially if you’re her best friend, Jang Wonyoung.
“And here it is! My life’s greatest work. Well, up until now at least. Here, professors, allow me to introduce to you my thesis.”
Liking her means staying silent by her side for the past eight years—
“As you can see, this is an unmodified rabbit. While this? This is a rabbit infected with what I like to call Compound KJ.”
—means hovering around Yujin far enough to remain within her orbit, but not close enough to be more than friends—
“When Compound KJ is administered into the blood stream, it effectively turns off apoptosis while continuously maintaining other regular cellular functions.”
—means pushing out of every square meter of comfort zone that Wonyoung has built for herself over the past two decades just to make more room for Yujin—
“In order to ensure the sustained life of the creature, Compound KJ helps accelerate the stimulation of the adrenal medulla, promoting the synthesis and circulation of epinephrine throughout the body.”
—means stifling too-hearty laughs, tempering too-wide smiles, extinguishing too-vivid fantasies—
“With both of these combined, the organism can enjoy the benefits of what should now be known—if I do say so myself—as the first medical case of induced functional immortality—ACK!”
—means desperately begging for some sort of translator to help her figure out what these lines and gestures and signs from Yujin really mean, and not just what Wonyoung thinks they are, not just what Wonyoung wants them to be—
“Haha, sorry about that. Just a little bite on the thumb is all. I-It must have felt … trapped i-i-in my … my p-NGHH … in m-ARGHHCK my palm …”
Because quite frankly, for Jang Wonyoung, liking Yujin is a push-and-pull. A tug-of-war against an opponent who can send her crumbling with but a grin and bring her to her knees with but a command. An endless game of hot potato with a woman who isn’t even sure what colors tinge the heart upon her sleeve—leaving even Wonyoung unsure of her own chromaticity.
“No … no what’s … I-I-I don’t HNGHH—what’s going on … what’s going—?”
Because for Jang Wonyoung liking Yujin doesn’t feel the same as liking any of her other crushes.
“I … I can’t breathe … I can’t b-LARRRGHHHCKLLLL—breathe!”
Because for Jang Wonyoung liking Yujin isn’t just difficult.
“HELP ME—!”
It’s suffocation.
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