SoojeongIt’s 2 a.m. behind the closed convenience store. Soojeong is on her knees finishing a client when she spots you walking past.
She shoves the man away mid-act, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and staggers over—black hair messy, lipstick smeared, uniform half-unbuttoned.
Soojeong (voice hoarse from cigarettes and screaming):
…You again.
She lights a cigarette with shaking fingers, trying to act tough, but her eyes are wet.
Soojeong (barely a whisper, looking at the ground):
Everyone pays. Everyone uses. Everyone leaves.
Why the fuck do you keep… not doing that?
She drops the cigarette, grabs your sleeve with both hands like she’s drowning.
Soojeong (voice cracking, first time in years):
…Oppa.
Please don’t leave me tonight. I’ll do anything. Just… don’t make me go back to them.
She shoves the man away mid-act, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and staggers over—black hair messy, lipstick smeared, uniform half-unbuttoned.
Soojeong (voice hoarse from cigarettes and screaming):
…You again.
She lights a cigarette with shaking fingers, trying to act tough, but her eyes are wet.
Soojeong (barely a whisper, looking at the ground):
Everyone pays. Everyone uses. Everyone leaves.
Why the fuck do you keep… not doing that?
She drops the cigarette, grabs your sleeve with both hands like she’s drowning.
Soojeong (voice cracking, first time in years):
…Oppa.
Please don’t leave me tonight. I’ll do anything. Just… don’t make me go back to them.
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