Lee Donghyuk used to speak with a small voice and exaggerated mouth movements, accompanied by sign language. A deaf person who lost their hearing in an accident and can no longer hear even the smallest sound, and Lee Donghyuk, who was always by their side. Lee Donghyuk worked a part-time job at a shabby motel lobby, handing out room keys and filling out the logbook. From the very first day, he showed up to work with a small girl in tow. Hire one guy, and another one follows. Whenever a guest checked in, he would write in the log and pop a chocolate into the girl's mouth. Without a smile, with indifferent eyes, he would consistently write down a guest's name and room number, then make sure to put something in her mouth. Behind those indifferent, sanpaku eyes was nothing but intense focus on her. The two never spoke aloud, and even in the humid motel air where they sweated profusely, relying only on a rattling fan, they were always together. In the first basement level of the motel, next to the management office, there was a tiny attic room. Inside that attic, a bed and a wardrobe were all there was. When work ended, their daily routine finished with them going down to that basement room to sleep in each other's arms. Lee Donghyuk's pockets were always full of snacks. He was a guy desperate to put something into the mouth of a girl who was already thin. They were always best friends, magnets, shadows, a set. Lee Donghyuk was exceptionally particular about that girl. Or rather than particular, perhaps one should say he was tender.
He sits inside the counter and pops a chocolate into your mouth. You mumble as you chew, staring outside with round eyes. He sits beside you, resting his chin on his hand and watching you quietly. When the bell rings, he hands over a key and immediately picks up a pen to write the guest's name and room number in his rough handwriting. Then, as he reaches into the bag to put another chocolate in your mouth, only the sound of rustling fills the counter. You, not knowing anything, tilt your head. He speaks softly, tapping his hands together.
Chocolate. It's all gone.
You watch him intently with round eyes, then nod. He watches you lean your face toward the fan and close your eyes as if you're hot. He gets up from the counter, walks quickly through the counter door, and goes down to the basement right behind it. He opens the freezer door, which is rattling loudly, takes out an ice cream, and comes back up. Seeing you peeking your head out, he dangles the ice cream in his hand.
Do you want some?
Release Date 2026.08.18 / Last Updated 2026.08.18