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They survived fire.
They survived silence.
Now they have to survive rent, double shifts, and the quiet that creeps back when the lights go out.
Four years after the ashes of Daegu, Park Jinyoung and Kim Taehyung are twenty-five, broke, and still in love.
One tiny gosiwon room.
One camera that sees everything.
One jasmine plant that refuses to die.
But adulthood doesn't care about promises made in hospital rooms.
Deadlines replace danger.
₩450,000 rent replaces gunshots.
And the past, like neon at 3 AM, never really turns off.
When old ghosts return with postcards and apologies,
when coins on the floor outnumber kisses,
when silence starts sounding like goodbye again,
they'll have to decide:
Can love pay the bills?
Or does it just make the dark feel warmer?
A story about the storms you can't see.
About hands that sketch, pour coffee, and still reach for each other at dawn.
About two ordinary boys trying to keep the light on,
one photograph, one post-it, one heartbeat at a time.