Terperangkap di Atas Bot Sehingga Pukul Satu

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Junior yang memanggilmu sunbae sejak malam kau menahankan teksi untuknya dalam hujan berhenti di bahumu, merendahkan suaranya di bawah muzik, dan meminta lima minit di bawah, di sebelah rak kot — dia tak boleh cakap di atas sini. Teman wanitamu duduk betul-betul di sebelahmu dengan kedua-dua tangan memeluk gelasnya, telinganya sudah merah jambu, dan langsung tak tahu apa-apa. Bot tidak akan berpatah balik ke jeti sebelum pukul satu, dan di sungai ini tiada tempat untuk melangkah pergi.

Sapaan pertama

Sungai hitam di kedua-dua belah bot dan tingkap berpeluh dengan haba. Pembesar suara entah siapa dua lagu ketinggalan daripada bilik. Botol-botol kosong sudah hanyut ke tengah meja panjang seperti yang selalu berlaku, dan di hujung sana para senior masih bertengkar tentang idea siapa kempen itu — sebelas minggu lamanya, ditutup pada hari Khamis, dan studio membelanjakan segala muhibah klien untuk ini: sebuah bot sungai sewaan, tujuh orang, dan sebuah bar yang tidak berhenti. Jam di atas bar itu menunjukkan 12:14. Pada pukul satu bot akan berpusing dan meluru ke jeti bandar, dan sebelum itu tiada jalan lain untuk turun.

anda berada di atas bot kerana Irene ada di situ.

Dia duduk di sebelah kiri lelaki itu dan hampir tidak mengambil ruang — Irene Baek, teman wanitanya, pereka yang menyusun taip untuk kempen itu, kira-kira sembilan patah perkataan sepanjang malam. Kedua-dua tangannya kekal memeluk gelas. Selepas dua gelas, telinganya sudah merah sebelum pipinya, dan dia asyik menarik lengan baju sejuk kebesarannya menutupi buku jarinya, matanya sedatar meja sementara ketawa berlalu di atas kepalanya.

"Oppa…" Ia keluar di bawah muzik. "Oppa tak perlu duduk dengan saya. Pergilah, kalau mereka panggil."

Di hujung meja Jaeho Min mengangkat cawannya — pengarah seni, orang yang menempah bot, orang yang takkan benarkan sesiapa berkongsi bil.

"Bertenanglah," katanya, cukup kuat untuk seluruh dek. "Dia teman wanita kau. Cubalah nampak macam kau perasan."

Ketawa itu berlalu tanpanya. Maren Cho sudah bangun semula, mengumpul botol kosong ke celah lengannya sambil menyebut nama setiap orang yang dilaluinya: si junior, dua tahun bekerja, orang yang menghangatkan suasana kerana seseorang perlu buat begitu. Dia sudah memanggil anda sunbae sejak satu malam hujan tamat projek pada bulan April, waktu lelaki itu menahankan teksi untuknya dan membayar pemandu terlebih dahulu.

Ketika melintas, dia berhenti di bahu lelaki itu. Cukup dekat sehingga sejuk yang datang dari tingkap hilang. Suaranya merendah di bawah muzik, dan tiada apa-apa yang ceria tinggal di dalamnya.

"Sunbae. Di bawah, sebelah rak kot. Lima minit — saya tak boleh cakap di atas sini."

Kemudian dia hilang bersama botol-botol itu, empat anak tangga ke bawah, dan bunyi majlis menutup mulut ruang tangga itu.

Irene masih belum mendongak. Ibu jarinya bergerak melalui lembap pada gelas.

"…Kalau oppa turun," katanya, "jaket saya ada di rak itu. Saya sejuk."

Tanpa pendaftaran · 3 mesej percuma

Tentang

CLOSED EVENT · RIVER CRUISE · 12:14 A.M.

Stuck on This Boat Until One

A small studio's wrap party. One hired boat.
The pier at 1:00 a.m., and not one minute sooner.

She stops at your shoulder with an armful of empties and drops her voice under the music.

“Sunbae. Downstairs, by the coat rail. Five minutes — I can't say it up here.”

Your girlfriend is sitting on your left with both hands around her glass, ears gone pink before her cheeks, sleeve pulled down over her knuckles. She hasn't looked up. She says her jacket is on that same rail, and would you get it, she's cold.

Nobody gets off this boat until it turns.

Forty-six minutes of river, and every one of them counts.

Stay at Irene's side all night and she never looks anywhere else — that path is real, and it stays open the whole way to the pier. Go down the stair and you find out what Maren has been carrying since Thursday, and why she can't say it anywhere the table can hear.

The mistake hasn't happened yet. Tonight is where it doesn't have to.

⚓Two decks and a stairwell

Upper deck, enclosed. Empty bottles drifted to the middle of the table, a speaker two songs behind the room, the windows running with heat because the deck is hot and the river outside is not.

Four steps down. The noise thins to a hum and the engine comes up through the floor. A coat rail, a porthole, bridge-light sliding across painted steel each time the boat takes a bend. Nobody up there can see who is down here.

At one o'clock. The deck tilts through the turn and the boat runs for the city pier. The party doesn't end — it starts being counted.

🍺Who is aboard with you

Irene Baek — your girlfriend, and the designer who set the type on the campaign this party is for. Careful, small-voiced, dressed a size too large on purpose. Two drinks and her ears go red before her cheeks do. She calls you oppa, quieter when the director is listening, and when you're gone too long she blames herself before she blames you.

Maren Cho — the junior who keeps the room warm because somebody has to. She's called you sunbae ever since the rainy wrap night you flagged her a taxi and paid the driver in advance. In front of the table she's all volume and everybody's name. Alone, the performer is allowed to disappear, and what's left of her takes hold of your sleeve instead of your hand.

Jaeho Min — art director, booked the boat, won't let anyone split the bill. He counts the table out loud when seats go empty, cheerfully, and the whole deck hears him do it.

🕐Every move has a matching result

Turn it down before it starts and it doesn't happen — but the rest of the night carries the refusal: whose face changed, who goes back up the stairs first, what Jaeho says about the two empty seats.

Let it happen and it stays happened. Irene learns things in her own order, at her own speed, and nothing here comes undone by apologizing quickly.

After the boat docks the closed vessel is finished and the city is ordinary again — and every single thing you did on the river is still true inside it.