I shove my phone in her face, and let her swipe to the left and right, where I’ve lined up three pictures, and squawk when she gets to a picture of Jaeyong on stage. “Oh,” I mumble, flushing from the soju, from embarrassment, from it all, as I hastily take my phone back, and shove it in my purse.
“Yeah, I was able to go to a fansign for Trickshot. Do you know them?” I ask, like asking someone if they know about sliced bread.
Trickshot’s too big for the entire world population to not know about them so what the hell am I playing at?
“Oh, Trickshot?” Mirae says, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin after eating a piece of pork belly.
I rub at my forehead, feeling the dampness there, especially along my hairline, and I can tell I’m starting to sweat elsewhere, too.
It definitely doesn’t he
