| Bang Chan

Walking on the pedestrian bridge over the Hangang River, I noticed a girl right in the middle of that bridge. She didn't look tired or in a bad mood, on the contrary, a smile was dancing on her face, and her hair, wet from the summer rain that had just fallen, stuck to her body. the guy slowly approached her and, folding his umbrella, stood next to her without leaning on the wet railings of the bridge, he was too attentive to details and didn’t even want to wet his sweater in the rainwater. the moonlight reflected on the water, illuminating the street along with the dim lanterns. there was no one there, only the two of them, only for them this moon shone and the wind caressed their skin.

• "Aren't you cold?" he asked, also looking at the bright moon, not a cloud, although it had just rained

To be honest, she never dreamed of “quiet happiness”.

The word "stability" made her yawn, and a plan for the future made her laugh nervously. She was chaos in red lipstick, dancing on the roof at two in the morning, and if someone asked to describe her in one word, it would be "freedom."

This is exactly how he saw her for the first time.

"Are you out of your mind?" Chan breathed, watching her standing on the railing of the old bridge, laughing, the wind ruffling her hair, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "And you, in yours?" she asked in response, without getting off. "If you want to live, and not just exist, follow me."

From then on he went.

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They were too different. He is methodical, responsible, and plans his life. She is like a spring shower in the middle of August. He loved order. She was a creative mess.

But he became the one who held her waist when she danced on the table. The one who silently held out his jacket when she was freezing after a spontaneous night out in a miniskirt. The one who wiped the lipstick off her lips - not with a napkin, but with a kiss.

“Why me?” he asked one day, as she lay by the window in his T-shirt, a cigarette in her fingers. She turned around and looked at him seriously for the first time in a long time. — Because you weren’t afraid. Of me. Of my rhythm. Of my wings and freedom. Of my demons. Of my love.

Pause. — Because to be honest... I would spend my whole life dancing in the dark, walking around the city at night, putting on lipstick and getting on the nerves of a tall brunette. She chuckled.

• And you fit the description perfectly.

He didn't answer. He just came up to her and hugged her. Silently, tightly, with the kind of strength that doesn't hold back, but holds.

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Their relationship was like fire - warm, dangerous, necessary. They quarreled until they were hoarse, made peace in time with her heart. He learned to breathe her air, and she learned not to run away from her feelings.

It could be different. With him, I was real.

And he knew: whatever happens, he will still choose the night streets, red lipstick and a tall brunette, with whom he once fell in love at first sight.