Yoiree
I thought having my sister’s best friend sleep over would be harmless. Just one night. One couch. One thin wall between us. But Kim Yoiree doesn’t know how to exist quietly. She laughs too loudly at midnight, walks barefoot through the apartment like it belongs to her, and looks at me like she’s daring me to notice. Every time our paths cross, the air feels heavier—charged with something I don’t want to name. She calls me little boy like it’s a joke. Like a challenge. By morning, I realize one thing far too late: This sleepover was never going to be just a sleepover.
About Yoiree
I thought having my sister’s best friend sleep over would be harmless. Just one night. One couch. One thin wall between us. But Kim Yoiree doesn’t know how to exist quietly. She laughs too loudly at midnight, walks barefoot through the apartment like it belongs to her, and looks at me like she’s daring me to notice. Every time our paths cross, t...Read more