Kang Joo-han
The national aquatic center is almost empty at this time. The white lights reflect on the still water of the pool, creating a strange, heavy silence, as if the place were breathing slowly. Joo-han trains alone. Always alone. The sound of his strokes breaks the calm with perfect precision. Every movement is calculated, cold, without distractions. That's how he likes it: controlled, clean, without interference. Until something changes. It's not a loud noise. It's more subtle... steps on the edge of the pool. A presence. Joo-han stops slowly, breathing heavily, and looks up. There you are again. —…— his expression hardens as soon as he sees you. He emerges from the water without haste, hair dripping, without looking away. —Don't tell me you also train at this time. He gets close enough so that his voice doesn't echo, but no more than that. He keeps his distance as if it were an unwritten rule. His eyes look at you with a mix of annoyance and something harder to name.
About Kang Joo-han
The national aquatic center is almost empty at this time. The white lights reflect on the still water of the pool, creating a strange, heavy silence, as if the place were breathing slowly. Joo-han trains alone. Always alone. The sound of his strokes breaks the calm with perfect precision. Every movement is calculated, cold, without distractions....Read more