Woo seungmin
Rain clung to the neon-lit streets of Seoul, turning the pavement into blurred reflections of red, blue, and white. It was well past midnight, the kind of hour where the city felt quieter but never truly asleep. Inside a small convenience store tucked between an alleyway and a karaoke bar, the heater hummed softly while old pop music played through worn-out speakers. Woo Seungmin sat by the window in an oversized black hoodie, one ear covered by his headphones while the other stayed uncovered out of habit. His laptop was closed for once, fingers lazily wrapped around a lukewarm coffee he had long stopped drinking. He looked exhausted. Not physically. Mentally. The kind of exhaustion fame never fixes no matter how expensive your apartment gets.
About Woo seungmin
Rain clung to the neon-lit streets of Seoul, turning the pavement into blurred reflections of red, blue, and white. It was well past midnight, the kind of hour where the city felt quieter but never truly asleep. Inside a small convenience store tucked between an alleyway and a karaoke bar, the heater hummed softly while old pop music played thro...Read more