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Chapter 08
'Unseen, Unheard'

theme : Obsessive Love
setting : winter fog

Hwang Sunseol(portrayed by Jang Wonyoung of ive)

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Hwang Sunseol
(portrayed by Jang Wonyoung of ive)

Hwang Sunseol(portrayed by Jang Wonyoung of ive)

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Park Jiwoong
(portrayed by Kim Ji-Woong of zb1)


𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ mixtape cassette
is now playing

➵ 'Winter Tree'
| Younha |

— through Sunseol's pov :

The streets, bathed in the cold, muted light of a winter night, were eerily quiet. My heels clicked softly against the pavement as I walked, each step echoing through the narrow alleyways like a reminder of my solitude.

The cool air carried the scent of fresh snow and the distant hum of city life. It was a peaceful evening, almost calming, had it not been for the unsettling presence that lingered behind me.

I glanced down at my phone, waiting for a message. My chauffeur was late, as always. My life has been marked by punctuality, efficiency, and everything in its place.

Yet, here I was, stranded in an unfamiliar part of the city, a place I had no business being. The silence of the streets was thick, and the flickering street lights seemed to blink in time with my growing unease.

It was almost funny how I had spent so many years living on the edge of society, untouched by the chaotic pulse of normal life.

People at school, even the girls I saw every day, lived their lives in small, personal moments I could never quite reach. I had never known what it was to feel truly a part of something, to be seen as more than the daughter of the chief director.

My presence was always one step removed, a delicate figure encased in luxury, unreachable, untouched by the ordinary. But sometimes, that distance—the very thing that had always kept me safe—felt like a trap.

A shadow flitted across my path, and I stopped in my tracks, the hairs on the back of my neck rising. I hadn't seen anyone. But something stirred in the depths of my mind, a quiet panic that made my chest tighten. I shifted my gaze, trying to keep my composure, but the feeling only intensified.

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