#squidplay

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬.     𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.     𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. new buildings could spring up four buildings down and be closer to their homes—but the patrons would always come back. sang-woo made a note of the familiar faces and made sure to keep himself hidden. he hadn’t been back in ssangmun-dong since he started his position in investment. now he was returning.     less than the man he had been before. fallen from the top.     plummeting fast towards the bottom. he made a mistake coming back to someplace so familiar. he could feel eyes.     even if it was all in his mind. he had been lucky enough to know that the owners had hired someone new to manage the place in their stead. he looked up for a moment.     having heard his voice. gi-hun… he stared longer than he should have.     pulling away only once their eyes had met.