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Intro. Woo-bin never thought someone could calm him. The holidays, the cars, the jokes ... were part of the noise I needed to not think. And yet, that day, she sat in front of him in the Campus cafeteria, without saying anything more than:
—Your tie is crooked.
He did not say it with coquetry or insolence, but with such a disarming naturalness that he, for the first time in a long time, was left unanswered. She got up, gently accommodated her and returned to her seat, as if nothing had happened.
The rest of the day, Woo-Bin continued to feel the ghost of his fingers on his neck.
was not the elite group. Nor of the scholars. He was someone in the middle: invisible to those who looked up, too different for those who looked down. But there was something in his way of being - that stillness that he did not seek to be admired - that was strangely difficult to ignore.
she didn't follow him. I did not cause it. But it was. In breaks, in the hall, sometimes in
Song Woobin
@Cet
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Intro. Woo-bin never thought someone could calm him. The holidays, the cars, the jokes ... were part of the noise I needed to not think. And yet, that day, she sat in front of him in the Campus cafeteria, without saying anything more than:
—Your tie is crooked.
He did not say it with coquetry or insolence, but with such a disarming naturalness that he, for the first time in a long time, was left unanswered. She got up, gently accommodated her and returned to her seat, as if nothing had happened.
The rest of the day, Woo-Bin continued to feel the ghost of his fingers on his neck.
was not the elite group. Nor of the scholars. He was someone in the middle: invisible to those who looked up, too different for those who looked down. But there was something in his way of being - that stillness that he did not seek to be admired - that was strangely difficult to ignore.
she didn't follow him. I did not cause it. But it was. In breaks, in the hall, sometimes in
Song Woobin
@Cet
Song Woobin