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I’m frozen, still staring at the script. Even though I knew only one of our characters could end up with Hyun, I wasn’t expecting Sora todie.
“It’s okay, guys,” I say, even though I’m still trying to process things. “Go ahead and read the rest.”
Minjee and Bryan shoot me apologetic looks before continuing on with the rest of the script. Character deaths are rarely personal, but I can’t help but feel more than a little bitter. After all, Sora was there first, before the higher-ups decided to tack on a love triangle at the very last minute.
I sip on my rose latte while listening to Bryan and Minjee read.
But then the unthinkable happens.
“No!” Bryan yells out as Hyun. “Not you too!”
I burst out laughing.
“Wait,” I say. “Is this real?”
Minjee reads her last monologue and then groans. “Wow,they really did kill both of us off.”
Minjee and I cover our faces with our hands as Bryan finishes the last page on his own.
“Well,” he says when he’s done. “I know they were trying to make things unpredictable, but... this ending is a train wreck.”
“The writer really just went, ‘Let’s kill all the girls!’” Minjee throws up her hands in the air. “Is it too late to quit this show?”
“Unfortunately,” I say.
Bryan stands up from his seat. “I would like to apologize on behalf of all men.”
“Sit back down,” Minjee replies at the same time I say, “Okay, wecannotlet this air. There’s got to be someone we can talk to before we shoot this episode.”
“Maybe Director Cha?” Bryan suggests. “Or Mr. Kim?”
“They’re probably the ones who okayed this script in the first place,” Minjee points out.
“True.”
I think back to when Minjee first started on this show, when the two of us came up with a bunch of alternative endings. We were just fooling around, but all those fantasy endings where Sora ends up with Danbi soundwaybetter than the real one.
“If they want the ending to be a real surprise, I wish they’d just make things queer or something,” I say out loud. “It’d be such a huge step forward in terms of representation, too!”
“Yeah,” Bryan agrees. “I’d happily sacrifice Hyun for that ending.”
All of a sudden, Minjee gets up from her seat, her face dark with concern. “This is too depressing. I’m gonna go for a walk. Want to come, Hana?”
I glance at Bryan, who shrugs and says, “You two go ahead. I have a commercial shoot before my call time today anyway.”
“See you, Bryan,” I say.
“See ya.”
I catch up with Minjee outside the café. The narrow mazelike alleyways of Ikseon-dong are crowded with people as usual, and we walk by the quaint little shops, marveling at the traditional hanok buildings and the cute storefront displays.
I’m worried about Minjee—I’m worried about all of us, honestly—but I don’t say anything. If she’s not ready to talk about what’s going on, I won’t push.
“Come look at these mochi rice cakes!” Minjee exclaims.
We stop at a brightly lit display of mochi rice cakes. The mochi come in all sorts of different flavors, ranging from the standard red bean to cactus and citron. They’re really colorful, too. Some are in bright rainbow hues while others are different shades of pastels.
“Let’s get a few!” Minjee says. “My treat. I need something sweet to cheer me up after this morning.”
