Seungchu storie

'When you paint, the color isn't from the palette. You imprint your soul onto the page, and that's something to admire.'

It was 1st of January. His eyes wondered over the layers and layers of snow from the comfort of his warm room. 1st of January. 1st of January. 1st of January, 2011!? It was supposed to be 2025, not 2011!? WHY WAS HE BACK IN 2011!?

Lee Seung-gil doesn't know how this happened, he was just doing his business inside the restroom earlier but now he's listening to a certain Thai-skater rant about his unrequited love. (Story cover not mine. Credits to the artist)