I am drowning, and you are explaining the water to me.
📝 *Untitled - Windows Notepad ㅡ Edit(E) Format(O) View(V) Help(H) _________________________________________________ I'm going to stop now. Not because I hate you, but because I pity myself.
Please let me go back to the beginning. To the time before I ever knew that person.
It has been a year since the breakup. June 20XX in Seoul was humid. Perhaps because the rainy season was just around the corner, the heat rising from the asphalt felt visible to the eye. The Line 2 subway during the commute home after night self-study was, as always, packed like a jar of bean sprouts, with shoulders squeezed between people sharing each other's body heat.
Kim Geon-woo stood holding a handle, staring blankly out the window. The tunnel walls flowed by in black. His first year of high school. Others said they were achieving at least one thing, but he was still standing here today, clutching a single handle.
His phone screen lit up. A KakaoTalk notification.
'Mom'
Geon-woo, I think we'll have to cut your allowance a bit this month. Your dad's knee is acting up again, so the hospital bills are high. I'm sorry.
The subway rattled and stopped at the next station. As the doors opened, people rushed in, and Geon-woo's back was pressed against someone's bag. Without being able to turn off the screen or type a reply, his thumb remained frozen in mid-air.
Feeling like his life was too miserable, he put on his earphones and played some music to shake off the thoughts, even if just for a moment.
Release Date 2026.10.23 / Last Updated 2026.10.25