malt beer || jeon wonwoo

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Wonwoo taps the rim of one of the cups. "Do you... Usually make drinks based on people?"
Eunji eyes him warily. "Sometimes."
"What would you make me?"
She leans forward slightly, considering him. Her gaze lingers on the way his hoodie sleeves are slightly too long, the smudge of ink on his wrist, the quiet tension in his shoulders like he's always halfway into a song.
"Something dark," she says eventually. "Not bitter. Just... heavy. Something you'd want to drink alone."
He looks at her then, a little longer than necessary.
"That sounds about right."
She shrugs, trying not to let the tension wrap around her chest. "Well. Banana milk's off the menu."
A tiny, tired smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Shame."
They both fall quiet again.
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Eunji is the third generation owner of Perilla-a speakeasy tucked in between the quiet streets of Hapjeong, Seoul. By day, it's a sleepy cafe that sells delicious cinnamon rolls. By night, it transforms into a secret haven for old folks, late-night thinkers and the lost souls of Seoul.

Wonwoo is the frontman of an alt-rock band known for haunting lyrics and raw sound. Fame means nothing to him-he's chasing something deeper, something real.

They don't know each other yet,
But the city's small
And one banana milk later.. fate's already messing with them.
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