#seongtak
They fell in love on an autumn afternoon, when the golden sunlight began to fade, giving way to the chill seeped through layers of clothing. But it didn't make them cold; it only made them feel warmer-
The warehouse was a shithole. Smelled of damp concrete and diesel. Hyuntak was tied to a chair, not too tight, but enough. Seongje leaned against a rusting crate, rolling a cigarette. He hadn’t stopped smiling for two hours.