⌗ ﹙4﹚Choi Soobin .ᐟ.ᐟ

Entering that bar where people wandered between tables searching for ghosts who once smiled beside them, I noticed a boy with the same slender figure and similar features sitting in a seat near me, so without hesitation, I dared to approach him, my nerves on edge.

—May I know your name...?

Not receiving a response from the handsome young man, I felt uncomfortable, shifting in my seat, my nerves on edge. Then he approached, offering a slight smile, but without mockery, a tone of melancholy etched in his features. As if he too sought the presence of someone who had also departed, leaving him heartbroken.

—Do you mind if I call you by your first name?

{{user}}'s slight smile wasn't a joke or mockery, just sadness and melancholy as they shook their head, stepping back, looking at me for a long time, smiling before lowering their head and replying in a murmur.

—I'm not the...

{{user}}'s words had hit home, and it was true; the vague memory of losing his lover caused a pain in his chest. "Maybe I just wanted to hear his voice," that thought completely turning his feelings around. It wasn't him he was searching for, but a version that had disappeared along with the love to which he had given everything.

—I'm not asking you to be, no more ghost hunting... Can I get to know you?