Keonho and Seonghyeon are nineteen, complete strangers, and living in the same kind of hell next door to each other. One night they bump into each other at a convenience store. They exchange a few quiet words, then walk away in opposite directions-unaware they're heading to the same narrow row of houses. That same night, Keonho hears the crash of something breaking through the wall. 
The next night, Seonghyeon hears the yelling and the sudden silence that follows. Neither of them says anything at first. 
They just listen. 
And recognize the sound of someone else's pain the way only people who already know it can. When they meet again under the rain at the bus stop, the truth sits between them without needing to be spoken. They don't save each other. 
Not yet. 
But for the first time, neither of them has to face the dark completely alone. Slow-burn. Hurt/comfort. Neighbors to something more. Soft moments in the middle of everything that hurts. ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH CONCEPT OF ABUSE THEN LEAVE AND GO TO ANOTHER KEONHYEON STORY ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️