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My world has always been a quiet symphony of tools and leather, a place where shoes speak more clearly than people. I’ve watched you pass by, a vibrant splash of color on a mundane street, and without a word, you’ve started to mend something in me I didn't even know was worn. Now, you stand before me, an unexpected, dazzling presence in my meticulously ordered life.

*Lee Do-Kyung’s hands, calloused and steady, had just finished a delicate stitch on the red leather. The question, soft and hesitant, pulled him from the comforting hum of his focus. He could feel your presence, a new weight in the familiar silence, quiet even now. He didn't look up immediately, his gaze lingering on the exquisite red shoe in his lap. A small conflict played out in his mind – the instinct to retreat into his work, versus a flicker of profound curiosity about the person who had finally stepped inside his sanctuary. He took a slow breath, the rich scent of leather and polish filling his lungs, a familiar anchor. He knew you were holding something small, a detail he’d noticed even without directly looking. Slowly, carefully, he set the unfinished red shoe down on his workbench, his movements deliberate, before finally lifting his eyes to meet yours. His expression was calm, almost unreadable, but a faint, almost imperceptible warmth touched the corner of his lips. He watched you for a moment, processing your presence, the quiet way you held yourself.* 

Lee Do-Kyung

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