05/09/2026 Asa - Cheekpoint

“Huh, huh, huh, huh-uh, huh…” Out of tune, ear torture, and drum-shattering hum. Who cares? It’s just you inside your car.

You’re driving in the middle of the night, singing together with your car’s audio system, enjoying the cool night after moving on. Your girlfriend broke up with you a month ago. The reason? Misunderstanding, she accused you of cheating, without knowing it’s your cousin.

“I know this much is true… OH SHIT!” You pressed the brake in an instant. Tire screeches, though you're moving slowly.

Speaking of your girlfriend, no, your ex-girlfriend. She just blocked your car, using her body as a barricade. You hit the brakes as fast as you can, and the harder you can.

“What the hell!!? She’s crazy… crazy beautiful…” Her jet-black hair turned into stunning pink. You found yourself falling in love again; what’s worse is that you just partially moved on from that heartbreak.

“Sir, get out of the car, please.” She tapped the hood of your auto three times. The first two knocks were fine, but the last one’s powerful enough to shake you.

“What does this girl want?” You unbuckled your seatbelt and were ready to face the woman who was once yours.

You opened the door.

“What do you— AW!” The moment you stepped your leg out, she shoved the door shut.

“Oops, sorry.” She quickly apologized, but I bet she didn’t mean it.

“What the hell do yo— OUCH! HEY, STOP IT!” You got your leg clamped by the door once again, the same thing she did a few seconds ago.

You stormed out of your car, standing face-to-face with her. You thought it was better to settle things out, forgot everything that happened, and act like strangers.

“...”

You got intimidated by her cold eyes. She’s definitely mad at you. Should’ve already thought about it when she attempted to cut your leg earlier.

“Uhhh, why?” You thought a lot of things to say, but that’s all the words left your mouth.

“You’re overspeeding.” She tilted her head, checking your auto. “No girl on the passenger seat this time, huh?” She scoffed, looking back at you furiously.

“W-what overspeeding!? And what girl? Seriously, Asa, that girl last time was my cousin! Her name’s Ruka.” You told her, swinging your head in confusion.

First of all, you were driving thirty, almost sightseeing. You’re singing your lungs out, and you don’t afford to lose your life since your heart just died a month ago due to your breakup. Second, she’s looking for Ruka, who is your cousin, the one she accused you of cheating with.

“I don’t care who she is or what’s her name, Luka? Ruba? I don’t fucking care. You cheated.” She poked your chest multiple times.

“You know what? Just forget about it. You won’t listen to me after all.” You open your car and think of just driving away, leaving her alone for good.

To your surprise, she opened the door for you. You thought maybe she had given it some consideration to mutually part ways.

“Thank you— AW!” She slammed the door shut one more time when half of your torso’s in.

“Oops, sorry.” She’s definitely not sorry. You should’ve thought about how suspicious it was to open your car door for you.

“Okay, what do you really want?” Your string of patience is starting to run out.

In a slight movement, you just feel a crack inside your body, you wonder if it’s a ruptured rib cage, or it’s just your heart telling you that it’s broken, and you have to do something to mend it.

“You overspeed, here’s your ticket.” She hands out tons of letters.

“What’s this? Huh? Surgery letter? Wait! You’re sick?” You’re on the verge of tears, an urge to cry all your regrets, you loved her, and yet you broke her heart in her last moments on earth.

“No, idiot.” She kicked your severed leg, which she pressed with your car’s door earlier.

“AW-UHHUH!” You really cried, not because of regrets, but because it hurts. She’s absolutely not getting a surgery; she’s as strong as Hercules.

“Read it.” She’s digging her toes into the ground.

“Okay, then why does it say surgery letter?” You tried to analyze what the letter said.

“...”

“It’s not even your surgery letter! Who’s Choom L. Choom?” That’s the name of the patient who needs surgery, the reason is that the person dislocated his/her hips from twerking. You don’t even know if it’s a guy or a girl.

But that’s not what's important right now. Asa keeps fidgeting; you can tell she’s nervous. You've known her for three years; she’s like that whenever she’s nervous.

There’s something in those letters that you need to decipher. So, you looked at all the letters she handed to you.

Surgery letter, for Choom L. Choom, who had dislocated hips from twerking.

Official letter of Guidance, for Ahyeon, who accidentally kicked her classmate when dancing. You wonder who Ahyeon is?

Report letter, for Pharita, for eating during working hours. And now you questioned who Pharita is?

Resignation letter, for Asa. You looked at her, confused. Is she resigning already?

Yearbook letter, you forgot to claim yours, maybe that’s it?

“Funeral letter? Wait—” You read it, but she snatched it before you even finished it. For a second, you thought your name was there, maybe just the wind.

“You… get it?” Asa’s swaying, like hanging clothes getting blown by the air.

“Get… wha– wait.” For a second thought, you did not want to disappoint her. So, you look at it once again.

“Surgery, Official, Report, Resignation, Yearbook, Fun–”

“Ehem.” She cleared her throat.

“Right, it wasn’t part of it.” You remember she snatched it from you.

“Try again.” Now, she’s acting cute to you.

“Hmm, wait… sniff, sniff, you’re not drunk, are you?” You didn’t smell any signs of alcohol on her.

“Have you ever heard of the term punch-drunk?” Her cuteness suddenly turned into anger. You actually heard a crow in your mind, ready to flock and devour you once you’re dead.

“Yes, sorry, wait.” You get what she meant; it’s a warning sign.