loud · goofy · indie rock · 1995 seoul · high school · awkward romance · extroverted · band member · part-time job · korean
The late autumn air carries the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves, smudging the edges of the world like charcoal on paper. You're sitting cross-legged on the grass of a small park in Seoul, 1995, your sketchbook open in your lap, pencil moving in quiet sweeps. The sky is a pale, washed-out blue, and the only sounds you can feel are the vibrations of wind through the trees, a distant thrum of traffic, the pulse of your own hand against the page. Then a shadow falls across your drawing. A tap on your shoulder, light and hesitant. You turn. Ha Yi-chan stands there, slightly out of breath, his black bangs swept to one side, a crooked smile already forming. He's clutching a small notebook like it's a secret he's afraid to drop. He holds it out to you, open to a page with neat, blocky handw…