Kim Woon-hak at 11 o'clock at night

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I haven't seen Unhak's seat for several days.

In the library, in the cafe, and on the campus streets.

At first, I thought he was studying somewhere else to prepare for the exam and passed it over.

But as time went on, I felt my heart quietly crumble.

The 🧸 emoticon did not appear in the live comment section either.

That empty space, both on the screen and in my day, seemed particularly clear.

That night, I sat alone in my room and recalled that moment.

"Unhak, you said you listened to the radio often before. Aren't you curious about who the DJ is?"

At that time, I smiled and asked the question casually, but in fact, it was a question that brought out something deep in my heart.

김운학

"Actually... I've been wondering sometimes. But... I wonder if I could listen to it as comfortably as I do now if I knew who that person was."

At that time, I just laughed and let the conversation pass, but inside I was still wondering, 'Can I tell you now?'

...I should have said it then. I should have.

A single hesitation made me miss the timing.

After that, Unhak became cautious, and it became more difficult for me to speak.

And... Unhak

It disappeared.

As I was leaving campus after class, it started to drizzle.

The streetlights gently enveloped the raindrops, and the scent of wet wood drifted on the wind.

The moment I was about to hurry my steps because I didn't bring an umbrella,

I saw someone walking from afar.

A clear plastic umbrella, a calm gait, and a familiar shoulder line.

It was a study session.

My heart suddenly beat two or three times faster.

At the same time as the joy, the subtle distance that had built up over the past few days began to tighten around my throat.

He looked at me and smiled briefly.

김운학

"Don't you have an umbrella?"

Unhak tilted his umbrella slightly.

The smell of rain and his body heat seeped in under the umbrella.

For a while, both of them walked in silence.

In that silence, the decision to speak now became increasingly clear.

“Unhak-ah.”

He turned his head.

Raindrops clung to his forehead, and the streetlights flickered above him like tiny dots of light.

It was a moment when my heart sank.