Train from Busan (fm:adultery, 2310 words) [2/2] show all parts

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And how much did I want it to happen? Enough to change my flight plans for him. He was one of the reasons I went to Seoul in the first place.

"Boob vs. Butt. Choose. Which one are you?" It was my version of MBTI. "Forget Myres Briggs," I'd say. "Mine is much easier."

Yes. A four-letter word could tell instantly the type of person you are.

And another four letters could tell this guy had a problem.

"Milf," L said. "I love milfs, and I didn't leave you. My phone cut off. I cannot log in. Kakao didn't let me. I talked to them many times and they just gave me back my account yesterday."

"Did you remember I was going to be in Busan?" I asked him.

"Yes. I know. The 17th. But, I cannot contact you."

It was true. L and I weren't smart enough to think it through. We should have exchanged numbers instead of relying on the social app. And even if we did, his phone might have died and he had to get a new one. And if we really were smarter, we'd exchange emails too, and if that didn't work, our mailing address.

That was too much. For a FWB, this had the makings of a relationship.

"I thought you dropped me," I told L. I was new to the game then. A few months into yolo-ing and I met him on Tinder. He was really cute and just my type with his young boyish looks and extremely filthy mind and mouth. My type of byeontae.

"No! I didn't. My insta didn't work too, and I forgot your ID."

Thinking back, I wondered if they were lies. It was very convenient that he said the same things many other guys did. Was insta so bad of an app that guys were kicked out and when they were finally bac,k they remembered what my ID was? Could he have started a new account and looked for me earlier rather than wait months to contact me? My ID was a very easy name to remember as it was in Korean.

"I'm flying tomorrow," I said.

"I know. I'm too late." L added a sad face. "Now, we have to wait until next year to meet."

That was a trigger. L threw the bait.

"You're always so impatient," said H. "Everything must be now."

Yes. I am a firefly. Always worried that my flame would snuff at any moment and my life would be filled with regrets. Impulsive. And, I was a butt person.

"Your boobs or your butt?" Someone asked. "Show me a pic of your butt and I'll choose."

"Not my boobs and butt. What you like. It's a personality test, dude," I replied to that someone.

"It's hard to choose..."

I rolled my eyes. I was dealing with another indecisive person. "If you can't choose, you're greedy and indecisive."

"What's that?"

"You can't make a decision," I said.

"Boobs," the someone said.

"Boobs means you like comfort, planner, and safety."

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Thomas writes Wed 30 Apr 2025 17:27:

Either you are writing in another language tgen sonething, like all feeling, for me, is lost in the translation. Or these stories seem mechanical, like a premise, which is good is fed into an Ai generator and the story is spit out. Hopefully that is not the case. I will continue to read to see if there is improvement. Typically i give a 10 as long as there is genuine effort. Until i feel that, unfortunately, your stories are 3s or 4s in my opinion.

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