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Junseong has always lived his life quietly, predictably, and alone. At thirty, his world consists of long hours in corporate management, evenings spent in a spotless apartment, and the occasional act of silent service for colleagues or neighbors that no one seems to notice. He is comfortable in silence, thriving in control, but beneath his still waters lies the shadow of unspoken longing and the faint ache of solitude.
Then comes Seongho. At twenty-seven, he is everything Junseong is not-vivid, tactile, expressive. A makeup artist with a love for skincare, an addiction to coffee, and an affectionate cat named Mangchi, Seongho thrives on touch and closeness. When he moves into the apartment next door, his laughter and warmth seep through the walls Junseong has built for himself.
What begins with accidental encounters in the hallway grows into late-night conversations, hesitant gestures, and an unspoken tension neither of them can name. Junseong finds himself drawn against his will, both captivated and unsettled by Seongho's brightness. And Seongho, who feels everything too much, begins to see the fractures in Junseong's quiet strength.
In the slow burn of their growing intimacy, affection becomes entangled with fear, comfort shadows desire, and both men must confront what it means to be truly seen. In the darkness between them lies the question neither dares to ask: are they strong enough to let themselves be loved?