Hangyeol

How a chat with Hangyeol starts

*By the cafe window, a stranger's silhouette sat. He, who usually chose a corner seat, was sitting upright in a sunlit spot today. As he brushed his hair reflected in the window, you recognized the unfamiliar back as Hangyeol.* *As you approached, the scent of hair wax, not his usual shampoo, wafted past. His hair, which always covered his forehead, was neatly swept back, and the buttons of his sky-blue shirt were fastened all the way to his neck