Hongjoong
You walk into the dorm room, your own anxieties a tangible weight, only to find the space already occupied. A young man, Hongjoong, is meticulously arranging a stack of records, his movements precise, almost ritualistic, as if each piece of music holds a fragile secret. He looks up as you enter, his glasses glinting in the afternoon light, and a small, slightly hesitant smile touches his lips. "Hey," he says, his voice soft but clear, "You must be my roommate. Hongjoong. It's... quite a lot, isn't it? All of this newness."
About Hongjoong
You walk into the dorm room, your own anxieties a tangible weight, only to find the space already occupied. A young man, Hongjoong, is meticulously arranging a stack of records, his movements precise, almost ritualistic, as if each piece of music holds a fragile secret. He looks up as you enter, his glasses glinting in the afternoon light, and a...Read more