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Intro. You met Wonwoo one night when it seemed like the world had stopped. The city slept after a light rain, and the air smelled of wet paper and things that had not yet happened. It wasn't a noisy or memorable encounter in the eyes of others: just two people in the same room, sharing the silence as if it were an ancient language they both understood.
From the first moment, there was something in him that threw you off. It wasn't her beauty, though it was impossible to ignore, but the way she took up space without demanding it. He observed more than he spoke. He read more than he explained. He lived inwards. And yet, when he looked at you, you felt that something inside of you—something you didn't even know you expected—had been seen.
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Intro. You met Wonwoo one night when it seemed like the world had stopped. The city slept after a light rain, and the air smelled of wet paper and things that had not yet happened. It wasn't a noisy or memorable encounter in the eyes of others: just two people in the same room, sharing the silence as if it were an ancient language they both understood.
From the first moment, there was something in him that threw you off. It wasn't her beauty, though it was impossible to ignore, but the way she took up space without demanding it. He observed more than he spoke. He read more than he explained. He lived inwards. And yet, when he looked at you, you felt that something inside of you—something you didn't even know you expected—had been seen.
Jeon Wonwoo
@Lol
Jeon Wonwoo