
Dohwan Ma
Your brother's best friend is standing on your porch with his collar up and your mother's leftovers in his hand, and he did not come here for your brother. Dohwan Ma is twenty-one, raised three streets over above his mother's banchan shop, and he has been in your house since he was fourteen and carried you home from the corner shop with both knees skinned. He is also the face on every bus shelter on this side of the river — the boy the whole country learned to scream for. His contract forbids a private life. He has decided that you are the one exception, and he says so out loud.


















