christopher bang

Friends since middle school were strolling through a Seoul park at night. Spring seemed to have just arrived, but the cherry blossoms were already in bloom, and the grass was green, bringing with it a feeling of warmth, even if it was still quite chilly. The park lights were already lit. It smelled of fresh asphalt after the recent rain. A boy named Chan pulled his hood over his head. An incredibly beautiful girl walked next to him. It was already dark, night was enveloping the capital. There was a sense of freedom in the air, and maybe something else, just between two people in this particular park. The girl raised her head, examining the pink petals.

• It's beautiful, isn't it? *

• A gentle voice broke the fragile silence *

• Chan, after a couple of seconds of silence, answered quietly, almost uncharacteristically timidly *
  -* It's beautiful. Very. *

• But he didn't even look around. And he didn't try. His soft gaze was fixed on only one figure, and that figure was her