Present day is the 80s, young people are jamming to dance music with non-stop parties. It is not a lie to say that these are the good new days, no deadly war, no worries.

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    Kim Dahyun is my name, a born-and-raised Korean teen girl who just turns 17 last week, and I'm on a birthday vacation right now with my parents to the states. During a dinner at a glamorous restaurant in Queens of NYC, I decide to make a bold move: come out of the closet. I tell my parents that I'm a lesbian and has only been interested in girls. For I have always known that my parents are not against LGBT which is not seen often during the 80s and also serves as the reason why their daughter come out with no hesitation. I have my eyes wide open with a smile on the face. Excitedly, I wait for pats and hugs with understanding look in my parents eyes, saying that they still love me no matter who I am. However, they are shocked. As a result of my terrible surprise, for the first time, father yell at his precious daughter, and mother says she doesn't want to see my face anymore. After all, I realize the country we come from is not yet open about same-sex love. But, I'm young, impulsive, and heartbroken. In a moment, everything becomes distorted, and I see myself run out of the restaurant in tears.

I do not turn my head or stop, I just run as fast as I can.

Where am I going?

I don't know.

Why did I run away?

I don't know.

Am I afraid?

Yes. I know that I do feel afraid of losing my way back to our hotel. But, I want to continue on running away from a reality that I do not prepare for.

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Eventually, I have to stop at one point. I pant. The sound of my breathing, I have never hear it so loud; as if my breathing alone can get attention of some wild animals. Now that I'm calm, I take a look around me, long road ahead with very few light and trees are all I see. Turning back is not an option I want, so I choose to move forward. I follow street lights, one after another, my hope rise as reflective signs start to show up.

Then, on my hike, I hear the sound of engine; a car is behind me. Fast to slow, finally, a complete stop - this random car and me. It is the moment I meet these two stranger ladies. They are in their mid to late twenties and they ought to be the owner of this car. A red, convertible car with citi pop music turn up the sleepy mood of this silent night.

"Hey kid, what are you doing in the middle of the road?", one of them asks. She has black hair with a hairstyle that called hime-cut; she wears white tracksuit with blue, white, red strips on both sleeves; full zip open up and black shirt inside. She does not smile or show much facial expression, yet, but I can see her eyes sparkle when she talks to me.

" Do you want to hop on the car with us?", the other one asks with a bright smile. She has brunette hair, and her appearance looks a little bit more mature than her friend, I assume they are friend. Sana wears long sleeves blouse, three buttons-opened with washed light blue jeans.

The two of them are extremely beautiful. They ask me because of politeness, since they already open the car door to invite me to join them from the moment their car stop.

For some reason, I trust them and accepts their offer.

" Do you like the car, it is the Fiat 124 Spider that came out a few years ago. ", the lady with brunette hair and bright smile turn around to talk to me.

" Cherry Bomb is its name, don't forget it. ", the lady with hime-cut hairstyle looks into the rear mirror and tells me.

I nodded, and I guess I can trust these two. They say they customize the car, so I can sit in the middle of the two or I can chilling in the back seat.

" By the way, I'm Sana. ", Sana is the lady with brunette hair. She says and points to the driver, the lady with hime-cut hairstyle.- " This is my friend, Momo. And we both from Japan. "

" What your name, kiddo? ", Momo nods and asks me through the rear mirror.

" Dahyun, Kim Dahyun. ", I answer.

Their following conversation makes me admit that, despite they are Japanese, they speak English very well.

" Oh! A Korean girl, huh? "

" So what? "

" You are lame, Momo. That means our trip get to fire up a bit, don't you think? "

" We are going to bring the kid to a police station, Sana. "

" A... What if she does not want to go to police station? "

" Sana, I don't want to be in jail. "

" Alright, alright. I was just joking. "

" Hey... Can I not go to the police? "

" Eh? ", the two of them startle. I can tell that if Momo does not drive, she will turn her head and looks straight into my soul.

The next second, Sana bursts into laughing.

" I told you, Momo chan. She wants to join us. "

" Kiddo... Dahyun, right? "

" Yes. "

" How old are you? "

" 17 years and 2 days old. "

Momo says some swearings and immediately says sorry to me. She takes a deep breath.

" Ok. You can be with us. "

" Yayyyy! ", Sana cheers with her hands raise up in the air.

" But, with one condition. "

" I'm listening. ", I say.

" I don't guarantee for your safety. And of course, Sana will be worst than I'm. Okay, kiddo? You understand what that means. "

" Yes! I understand. And I still want to go with you and her then going to police station."

Momo nods, after that she does not say anything else. But I can feel that she holds back her questions. Maybe, she realizes that I just want to get away for awhile from my reality.

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I rather describe the two are strange, than normal. I mean they argue often.

The next morning, Cherry Bomb suddenly stops somewhere on the road. Therefore, we, the three of us, have to give a hand on pushing it out of the road. Momo knows engine well, so she dives into determine what happen right away. But, the process takes some time and Sana already lose her temper.

"I told you to go check the motor before going out! ", in an angry tone, Sana shouts out to Momo and to the sky, mountain, trees surrounding us.

"Come here and help me! Or we won't get to any hotel by this evening. ", Momo calmly replies to Sana's anger.

As a result, Sana involuntarily helps Momo with her sulking face. But, neither of them let I lay a hand on Cherry Bomb engine.

Looks like the two of them are on vacation like me.

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Interesting thing: they are not lovers, just best friends.

I hang out with them for more than half of the summer. They suggest and desperately want me to call my parents, but I refuse. I only send handwritten letters when I like.

"Hand letter? Good idea!"

"You're so stubborn, Dahyun."

I never tell them how those letter reach my parents; after a few times of asking, they stop questioning my communication method with my parents. Although Momo does force me to tell her when and where do I need to be in order to fly back home with my parents. I say that I need to be at the airport of LA, California on July 19th. Her reply is they will get me there on the 18th. The secret is I lie to Momo. All the letters are sent to my house in Korea; my parents are home on July 15th.

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A fine summer day but... I and try to listen carefully to them as they repeat their confession the second time. They say they like me. They want Miss Kim Dahyun to be their girlfriend. I frown in confusion, and ask myself if this is the legendary love triangle.

" Dahyunie, I like you. ", Sana winks and says. After five or six days join them, I say they can call me Dahyunie; because I want them to see me as their close friend.

" Kiddo, I like you. ", Momo says with a slight pouting and blushing cheeks. Sana says before that is her tsundere shy face.

The only odd thing for me is that it isn't two people fighting for one person like I often see on movies.

"Agree to be our lover?", they ask me at the same time.

The only explanation I come up is that both of them agree to love the same person. Because they do not want me to have a headache for which one to choose.

" Is this a dream? ", I lightly laugh and ask them.

" Of course not, Dahyunie! "

" I assure that you are not daydreaming, kiddo. "

... I shrug my shoulders and nod as an agreed to them. They hug me tightly at the same time, and it is at this moment I realize: Momo and Sana are or have always been into girls like I do.

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In the end...