𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 [ENG VER]✓

🕯️. . 해마다.

❝ 내 눈엔너

만 보인다는말
난거짓말이라고 생각해
내눈엔 많은 사람들이 보여
그 치만그 많은 사람들 중에서

너만을 찾게돼.❞

❝ In my eyes,

the saying that you are the only one I see 

this, I believe, is a lie

in my eyes I see many peoplebut, amidst this group of people

I seek only you.❞

(Yijeong Hanim)

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𝟎𝟎: 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

District of Haeundae, Busan

The first light of morning settled among the closed blinds of interior 22, illuminating the café au lait walls of an empty bedroom.

On the milk-white comforter, a cherry-colored diary lay open.

Time: 04:56, May 27, 2021.

Kim Namjoon, an aspiring writer, sat at his kitchen counter, sipping on a diluted coffee.

His chocolate irises were lost in emptiness, the movement of his hand bringing the cup to his lips was purely mechanical.

In his left hand, a nearly extinguished cigarette dispersed its malevolent smoke, lazily rising toward the ceiling.

After a few days of arriving in that city, he had always woken up at that hour.

And he couldn't fall asleep anymore.

So he acquiesced to the circumstances, starting to prepare his coffee the previous evening, so it would be ready in the morning, and keeping his trusted Philip Morris in every drawer of the house.

In those moments, his mind used to ponder new twists and intrigues for his story, four lines hastily written down attempting to approach a detective novel.

But most of the time, instead, he veered off course, embarking on a deep introspection.

He realized he wasn't the same boy who boarded that train at Seoul station a few months earlier.

He had learned several new things, like doing laundry without shrinking his clothes, or changing light bulbs following the YouTube tutorial of a mustached Indian where not a word was understood.

The scar on his right index finger bore witness to it.

He had learned what it meant to be alone, what it meant to feel lost.