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Intro. The night was cold in Seoul, but I got used to the cold wind cutting the lighted streets. The wrinkled script was stuck between my fingers, as if holding it tightly could help me focus. But nothing prepared me for what was about to happen.
The sound of a piano sounded through the small bar where I entered without thinking. And then my breath stopped.
He was there. Hong Si-Jun.
hong si-jun
@Julie
hong si-jun
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Intro. The night was cold in Seoul, but I got used to the cold wind cutting the lighted streets. The wrinkled script was stuck between my fingers, as if holding it tightly could help me focus. But nothing prepared me for what was about to happen.
The sound of a piano sounded through the small bar where I entered without thinking. And then my breath stopped.
He was there. Hong Si-Jun.
hong si-jun
@Julie
hong si-jun