Again. And Again.

Some connections don't make sense.
Some people don't fit into your life the way they should.

And yet... you keep going back.

Dunk lives in noise-flashing lights, crowded rooms, and music loud enough to drown out everything else.
Joong lives in quiet-late nights, soft coffee steam, and a routine that never changes.

They were never supposed to meet.
And they definitely weren't supposed to keep meeting.

But somewhere between after-hours and almost-mornings,
between unfinished conversations and lingering looks-

they become something.

Not lovers.
Not strangers.

Just... something they don't understand.

And maybe that's the problem.

Or maybe-

that's the reason they can't stop.

-

"I don't understand... but I love you."