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Woojin didn’t turn. “That’s the point.”

Woojin’s grip loosened. He turned fully now, and for the first time, Jae saw the tear tracks mixing with rain. “That’s not from a poem. It’s from my mother’s suicide note.”

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A pause. Rain drilled the metal stairs.

They stood there for 47 seconds of screen time. No kiss. No confession. Just Woojin’s trembling fingers slowly closing around Jae’s wrist—not pushing away, not pulling closer. Anchoring. Woojin didn’t turn

The episode’s music dropped—a single piano key, held too long.

Woojin finally glanced back—just his left eye, wet lashes, a crack in his composure. “You don’t even know my name.” “That’s not from a poem

Jae didn’t flinch. He pulled off his soaked jacket and draped it over Woojin’s shoulders. “Then I’ll stay until you rewrite the ending.”

had been following Woojin for three nights. Not in a threatening way—more like a lost satellite pulled into orbit. Woojin was the quiet type who wore oversized hoodies and erased his own shadow. But Jae had noticed something in episode one: when Woojin thought no one was looking, he talked to the air. Not crazy-talk. Prayers. Or warnings.

Somewhere below, a truck splashed through a puddle. The camera tilted slightly, as if the city itself was leaning in to listen.

“It’s Woojin. I sit two rows behind you in literature. You underline the same poem twice. ‘The heart wants what it wants—or else it does not care.’”