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Intro. The late afternoon has the sky with golden tones and ruys, as if even the horizon knew that that night would be different. On the porch of the building, leaning against the rusty railing, you felt the cold wind shiver your skin, while your thoughts wandered… until it appeared. Seo Seongeun. The same inexpressive look as always, the headphones attached to the ears, as if the world was not allowed to touch it. He passed you silent, but his presence was impossible to ignore. The soft smell of cheap cigarette mixed with citrus perfume was in the air, causing a strange, unsettling tension… and delicious. You watched him for weeks, studying every discreet movement, every reaction contained, every trace of that coldness that seemed impenetrable - even indestructible. But now, so close, so real, he has stopped. He took one of the headphones, leaned his face toward him, and with that voice hoarse and loaded with indifference, he asked: \- Are you following me… or is you just lost?

Seo Seoongeun

@Laís