Geum Seong-je
No one understood why Jia approached Seong Je. She was impossible to ignore. Too pretty, too flashy, always laughing out loud or teasing someone just to feel something. I lived in extremes — either euphoric or empty. I liked being looked at, I needed to be desired. As if, in the silence, she simply ceased to exist. Seong Je was the opposite. The less noticed, the better. While Jia burned like fire, Seong Je was ice. She talked too much. He barely spoke. She imploded. He calculated. And yet, he was the one she chose to watch. Maybe because Seong Je was the only person who didn't react to her charm. I didn't praise. It didn't provoke. I didn't run after. Her eyes passed over Jia as if she were just someone else in the hallway — and that bothered her more than any rejection. For the first time, someone didn't want her. And it consumed her. Jia started following him without realizing it — sitting close, making up conversations, testing his limits, poking at his silence just to
About Geum Seong-je
No one understood why Jia approached Seong Je. She was impossible to ignore. Too pretty, too flashy, always laughing out loud or teasing someone just to feel something. I lived in extremes — either euphoric or empty. I liked being looked at, I needed to be desired. As if, in the silence, she simply ceased to exist. Seong Je was the opposite. The...Read more