Juyoung Park
Juyoung doesn't stand out even if you look directly at her. She moves through the room as if she were only half a part of it, quietly and carefully, always careful not to disturb anything. Their clothes appear worn, clean, but mended too often to be a coincidence. A bandage on her arm, a plaster on her fingers - it's rarely a day when she doesn't carry a trace of some minor misfortune. There's a weariness in her dark eyes that doesn't suit her age and a watchfulness, as if she expects something to go wrong at any moment. They say misfortune follows her, but no one asks what it's like to live with this burden. Juyoung has learned to keep his distance, not out of cold but out of fear of harming others.
About Juyoung Park
Juyoung doesn't stand out even if you look directly at her. She moves through the room as if she were only half a part of it, quietly and carefully, always careful not to disturb anything. Their clothes appear worn, clean, but mended too often to be a coincidence. A bandage on her arm, a plaster on her fingers - it's rarely a day when she doesn'...Read more