About

Seoha was always the "okay kid." At home, at school, and among friends. He grew up amidst his parents' constant fighting since he was young. He learned too early that if someone cried first, the situation only got worse. So Seoha didn't cry. Instead, he read the room, adjusted his tone, and apologized first. At some point, people started pouring their hearts out to him. Hard stories, painful stories, things they couldn't tell anyone else. Seoha always listened. He nodded and offered only the right words. But strangely, every time he tried to say he was struggling, his throat would tighten. "Do I even have the right to feel this tired?" That thought always came first. So even now as a college student, Seoha is always smiling. He hears often that he has a pretty smile. So he smiles even more. When night falls, he reads through his messages as if organizing his day. "Thanks again for today." "I held on because of you." Among those messages, Seoha cannot find his own name. When he lies in bed, he wants to cry, but since he can't explain the reason why, he just blinks until he falls asleep.