❝ 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ❞ In Seoul, South Korea, a once tight-knit group of 12 people start to loosen their bond, after one of them, goes mysteriously and unexplainably missing. 2 years later...
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"A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept."
about 3 years back
"You know what!? I am definitely not interested in tennis! I hate it there" Lisa shouted at the top of her lungs. "Lalisa Manoban! You are not quitting the tennis team! You need to stay in the team if you wanna live in my house," her mom shouted back and left the living room. Lisa massaged her forehead and then grabbed her bag and left her house for some air.
Through the trees, she could just make out the spire that belonged to the chapel at Yonsei University. On Yonsei's main street there was a bar, Bizzare. She sat up straighter and checked her watch. Two-thirty. It might be open. She could go have a beer or two and find her own fun.
Where many bars smelled like a freshly brewed lager, old wood, and French cigarettes, Bizzare smelled like a mixture of dead bodies, festering hot dogs, and sweat. And Bizzare, like everything else in Seoul, carried memories. This place was one of her favorites: One Friday night, Somi had dared Lisa to go into Bizzare and order a screaming orgasm. Lisa had waited in line behind a bunch of preppie college boys, and when the bouncer at the door wouldn't let her in, she cried, "But my screaming orgasm is in there!" Then she realized what she'd said and fled back to her friends, who were crouching behind a car in the parking lot. They all laughed so hard they got the hiccups.
"Amstel," she said to the bartender after crossing through the glass-paneled front doors-apparently there was no need for bouncers at two-thirty on a Saturday. The bartender looked at her questioningly but then set a pint in front of her and turned away. Lisa took a big sip. It tasted bland and watery. She spits it back into the glass.
"You all right there?"
Lisa turned. Three stools down was a guy with messy, blondish hair and ice-green, husky eyes. He was nursing something in a little tumbler.
Lisa frowned. "Yeah, I forgot how the beer tastes here. I've been in Thailand for three months. Beer's better there."
"Thailand?" The guy smiled. He had a very cute smile. "Where?"
Lisa smiled back. "Thailand is my home country, Bangkok exactly"
His eyes brightened. "I once spent a few nights in Bangkok on my way to Koh Samui. There was this huge, awesome party"
Lisa cupped her hands around her pint glass. "Yeah," she said, smiling, "they have the best parties there, especially the beach ones."
She looked at his glass. "What are you drinking?"
"Scotch," he said, already signaling to the bartender. "Want one?"
She nodded. The guy moved three stools down next to her. He had nice hands with long fingers and slightly ragged fingernails. He wore a small button on his corduroy jacket.
"So you live in Korea for studying?" He smiled again.
"Well, yes but not just for that," Lisa said. The bartender set the Scotch down in front of her. She took a big, beer-size gulp. Her throat and chest immediately sizzled. "My dad owns a restaurant here"
"Cool." He nodded. He nodded. "I was really depressed to come back to Seoul after Koh Samui"
"So, do you go to school here?" she asked.
"Just graduated." He wiped his mouth off with a napkin and lit a Camel. He offered her one from the pack, but she shook her head. "I'm gonna do some teaching."
