Before Sehyun lived in Seoul District dorms, she lived with Hero Jaejoong. Hero JaeHyung was a student at Seoul Arts. He refused the application to Half Moon Bay.
Sehyun walked down the dark streets of Seoul. The air was filled with burning gasoline and oil. The wails of a baby, the crys of a couple, shouts of working men, the sound of cars - that was Seoul.
Sehyun stopped at the front door of the apartment building. The front of building was blue and white, the front door was open, the doorman smiled widely at Sehyun as she passed through the door.
"Good afternoon, Sehyun, its had been a while since I seen you here." He bowed. Sehyun bowed back and looked inside the waiting room. No one is in sight.
"Is JaeHyung here?"
"Ah . . ." The doorman tried to remember due to his old age. His white hair was pulled into a nice hairstyle. "I think he is in his apartment."
Sehyun bowed again and walked up the stairs. JaeHyung lives in the fifth floor of the apartment, in room 58.
Floor A.
Floor B.
Floor C.
Floor D.
Floor E.
Sehyun walked up six floors to get to JaeHyung's apartment. She walked in the dem hallway. All the doors were open, the owners are trying to get cold air. They all happily sat on the door steps and talked to each other.
"Hey, Sehyun." TaeHyuk tapped her on the shoulder as she tried to open the door. The door finally got open.
"TaeHyuk, right?" Sehyun said as she took off her shoes.
"Yes." He nodded and leaned against the white wall, trying to be shorter than he was. "Sehyun, I just want to said thank you." With that he ran away.
Sehyun walked in the apartment and closed the door after her. She sighed and leaned against the closed front door.
The living room had the lights off, they space was pitch dark. Sehyun tried to turn on the lights, but failed, she slipped on the front step.
Groaning, she found the light switch. She got up, and walked across the empty living. It was clean, which surprised her. The couch is made, the cafe table is clean from trash, the floor was free from JaeHyung's study books.
Sehyun walked into the kitchen (it was clean, of course), and grabbed a water bottle from the silver double door refrigerator. The cold liquid cleaned her dried throat.
