#jun woo

Han Seo's lips were pursed, his grimace made the muscles in his neck tense and she could see it. "Han Seo, this is... Jang Han Seok is here. He says he's your brother," Ae Ra began doubtfully, standing next to her uncle, and then Han Seo's face turned into a strange image, like a blank piece of paper splattered with dark ink, a mess that Ae Ra could smell in the air. For seconds, she wondered what she could read in Han Seo's eyes, this expression she had never seen before. And she couldn't find an answer. "Dongsaeng... It's been a long time, huh?" But Han Seok did, and instead, with the same smirk he had been giving her all along, he took a few steps forward, as tall and imposing as he seemed, and spoke to Han Seo. Dressed in a set of navy blue sweatshirt and sweatpants, black sneakers and a gray jacket. Standing in front of him, there seemed to be an ocean between them. The silence and the cold were connected. It was like being in nothingness.