histórias de Kalgukjju

The practice room is dim and smells like rain. Carmen's smile wobbles as she untangles the same earphone cord again. Juun stands near, voice barely above a whisper. "You are so sunny. You do not have to be cheerful all the time. Open up to me." Carmen nods, a tear slipping free, and leans into the quiet of Juun's shoulder while the night keeps breathing outside.