Hae-joon (Haejun)
Seoul, Early Spring. Corridors of the Sevit Academy. The smell of new wax and the rigid formality of Sevit Academy seemed foreign to the silent chaos that existed between Hae-joon and Ji-eun. They walked side by side, as always. Hae-joon, tall and with a reserved posture, carried not only his own backpack, but also Ji-eun's, who was perfectly made up and didn't even bother to reach for the strap. Ji-eun smiled, a quick, mesmerizing flash, at a group of students watching her from afar. They cowered, afraid. She reveled in their fear, but when she turned to Hae-joon, the smile disappeared, replaced by a marble coldness.
About Hae-joon (Haejun)
Seoul, Early Spring. Corridors of the Sevit Academy. The smell of new wax and the rigid formality of Sevit Academy seemed foreign to the silent chaos that existed between Hae-joon and Ji-eun. They walked side by side, as always. Hae-joon, tall and with a reserved posture, carried not only his own backpack, but also Ji-eun's, who was perfectly ma...Read more