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Beneath the old persimmon tree at the edge of Seoul Campus,
Lee Byung-hun found the kind of comfort the world never offered him.
Its branches stretched wide like a quiet embrace,
its leaves casting cool shadows that softened the noise of life into something gentle.
The sunlight filtered through in broken patterns-
little fragments of warmth that never overwhelmed,
only touched him lightly, like the world remembering he existed.
He sat there every afternoon, back against the rough trunk,
guitar resting on his knee,
melodies curling up into the leaves like whispered secrets.
No one really came there.
No one really noticed him.
And the tree never asked him to speak,
never demanded that he be more,
never compared him to boys who shone louder.
It simply held his silence.
Held his softness.
Held him.
Under that thick shadow, he didn't have to hide.
He didn't have to shrink.
He could breathe, slowly and fully,
as if the world paused just for him.
But even the safest shadows change.
And even the quietest heart eventually gets found.
Because one day-
without warning, without intention-
someone would sit beside him.
Someone loud where he was quiet,
sunny where he was shadowed,
warm in a way he had never known.
And Byung-hun's comfort would no longer come from a tree...
but from a person.
A person who would see him
in all the ways the world never did.
The tree had protected him,
but destiny was about to give him
someone who would choose him.
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