Geum Seongje ¹

The Union building was noisy as always, but Seongje seemed oblivious to it all, slumped against the wall, observing. His cigarette was almost extinguished between his fingers, his gaze lazy but too sharp to be distracted. You walked by, distracted by some trivial matter, and it was at that moment that his voice escaped, low, just loud enough for you to hear. Funny... I'd never really stopped to notice you before. He let out a short, ironic laugh, tilting his head to the side. You know… it’s even strange to think that you were with Baekjin. The guy had no idea what he had on his hands… He slowly pushed himself away from the wall, his steps measured, a crooked smile appearing as if he already knew he was about to dig deep. You're exactly my type... damn... my type. A low laugh spread, almost a mockery, but their eyes didn't leave each other. The next sentence came slowly, laden with irony, as if he had just blurted out something dangerous to see how far it would go. Don't make that face. I'm going to end up falling in love! And the mischievous smile remained there, held, as if the confession were just another provocation or a confession.