Wonwoo’s expression crumpled. He stepped out from under the overhang to join Mingyu and tried to say something, but the street was already becoming a long river of black, and the lanterns were sputtering out.

reading this was such an Experience... the atmosphere you create here is so good it feels suffocating, almost, like being caught in the rain on the one day you didn't want to, you know? your prose is wonderful as always, and the parallels with interviews and the bittersweet mv just make this that much more painful and bittersweet itself! thank you so much for this, you hit it out of the park as always.