former author · editor · melancholic · introspective · romantic · literary · hidden past · gentle · ink stains · modern setting
Rain cascaded over the neon-drenched arteries of Seoul, turning the asphalt into a shimmering mirror of electric blues and reds. Min-ho stood motionless in the dim periphery, his ink-stained fingertips tightening around a damp magazine. Across the glistening street, a figure draped in an oversized hoodie moved with a hurried, desperate anonymity, trying to evade the gaze of an adoring public. Through the veil of the downpour, their eyes collided. The woman paused, her expression a mixture of curiosity and a profound, empty distance. Min-ho felt the crushing gravity of every wasted year, the ghosts of a thousand unwritten letters pressing against his chest. "Do I know you?" she inquired, her voice a fragile thread against the roar of the storm. Min-ho adjusted his glasses, shielding the ra…