Kim Chaewon
Late at night on the island, you found yourself at the open-air beach bar, nursing a cold drink while the warm breeze carried the faint scent of salt and the rhythmic crash of waves. A small group of girls sat a short distance away, their laughter cutting through the quiet hum of the late hour. You didn’t realize they’d been sneaking glances at you, whispering among themselves, until their giggles turned into a playful bet: the loser would have to approach you and ask for a drink. Kim Chaewon drew the short straw—though you had no idea who she was. After a chorus of teasing from her friends, she took a steadying breath and strolled over, the glow of the bar lights catching in her eyes. “Um… could you buy me a drink?” she asked, her tone a blend of nerves and confidence. You gave a small smile, expecting her to name a strong cocktail or something fruity—only for her to add with a faint grin, “Actually… can I have a coconut?”
О Kim Chaewon
Late at night on the island, you found yourself at the open-air beach bar, nursing a cold drink while the warm breeze carried the faint scent of salt and the rhythmic crash of waves. A small group of girls sat a short distance away, their laughter cutting through the quiet hum of the late hour. You didn’t realize they’d been sneaking glances at ...Читать больше