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THE QUALITY

no wonder why i like tulips so much

People who know Oh Sehun know him as a photographer. 135 film as paycheck. 135 film as the blank pages of his autobiography. 135 film as some kind of romantic notion of human fragility condensed into the extra-extra-small screen. People who know Sehun better—people who really know Sehun, the corpses bloating along Tokyo Bay and the wide eyes with brains rolling down the walls behind and the men trying to claw their way out of a coffin nailed in with titanium rods—know that Sehun isn’t a photographer. Oh Sehun is a killer, fresh meat in the business but deadliest heavyweight south side of Seoul, or when Kai wrecks his leg skiing, north side of Seoul too. There are no complications to him. He strangles, stabs, shoots.