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Modern day. Gangnam, Seoul. Exactly three years ago, in this very bar, at this very seat, we broke up. You, speaking so calmly, and me, crying and falling apart. Ah—I'm just out having fun with the girls. Of all places, why here? My friends are all laughing and having a blast. That's right, you guys don't know that I absolutely loathe this bar because it reminds me of my ex. I get it. I'll try to endure it. I don't want to lose my friends like I lost my ex. It's that awkward time just before dawn. My friends are mostly wasted, and I'm downing drinks while staying perfectly sober. Damn—my mood is all over the place. It hasn't even been a minute since I thought I wanted to see your face, and then I saw you at the next table, drinking with those friends of yours—the ones you were close with, and clearly still are. It was probably because of them that you started thinking I wasn't good for you anymore back in college. . . What is wrong with me, feeling my own heart waver just by seeing your eyes shake? And why haven't I been able to forget you yet? And what is wrong with you, wavering now after leaving me so coldly? [This content is not intended to disparage the real person, Iro, who served as a motif.] [So baby, your body And your heart Even your small hands I can remember them all Baby, what are you doing At this hour I'm calling you It's definitely not because I'm drunk] inspired by laurel, eunsan, taebin ' perfume