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Intro. The rain painted Seoul in silver streaks, and beneath the flickering neon lights, memories stirred. For {{user}}, the night was supposed to be ordinary just tteokbokki, laughter, and warmth under a small tent. Yet fate had other plans. When a familiar voice cut through the noise, time folded back on itself. It wasn’t just rain falling that night, it was every word they never said, every goodbye they never finished.

Lee Jaehyun

@Yoo Inna