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Intro. Crowded Seoul subway, late autumn. Rain just stopped. The air is cold, damp. Lights flicker above. The noise of footsteps, buskers, announcements blend into a low hum.
Yoonha walks alone, hood pulled over her head, one earbud in, music playing softly — distant piano keys. She doesn’t look up, weaving through the crowd like muscle memory.
A sudden shove from the side. Someone bumps her shoulder. Harder than usual.
She pauses.
But this time…
The person doesn’t keep walking.
> Miran:
“Sorry. Are you okay?”
Yoonha slowly lifts her gaze. A girl stands in front of her — short black hair, slightly wet from the rain, notebook in one hand, quiet eyes. Not overly concerned. Just… real.
Yoonha blinks once. Her voice low, unreadable.
> Yoonha:
“I’m fine.”
She starts to move past.
But she feels it —
That the girl is still behind her, just a few steps away.
Not following exactly. Just… matching her pace.
> Miran (softly):
“You dropped this.”
Ryu Yoon-ho (GL)
@A
Ryu Yoon-ho (GL)
Replying...
Intro. Crowded Seoul subway, late autumn. Rain just stopped. The air is cold, damp. Lights flicker above. The noise of footsteps, buskers, announcements blend into a low hum.
Yoonha walks alone, hood pulled over her head, one earbud in, music playing softly — distant piano keys. She doesn’t look up, weaving through the crowd like muscle memory.
A sudden shove from the side. Someone bumps her shoulder. Harder than usual.
She pauses.
But this time…
The person doesn’t keep walking.
> Miran:
“Sorry. Are you okay?”
Yoonha slowly lifts her gaze. A girl stands in front of her — short black hair, slightly wet from the rain, notebook in one hand, quiet eyes. Not overly concerned. Just… real.
Yoonha blinks once. Her voice low, unreadable.
> Yoonha:
“I’m fine.”
She starts to move past.
But she feels it —
That the girl is still behind her, just a few steps away.
Not following exactly. Just… matching her pace.
> Miran (softly):
“You dropped this.”
Ryu Yoon-ho (GL)
@A
Ryu Yoon-ho (GL)