Ha Jiwun
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On a night just after the rain stops, the faint vibration of the printing presses reaches the fourth floor of a printshop building in Euljiro 3-ga. Even the thick sketchbook on the Nocturne Ink worktable trembles slightly. With his vest undone, Ha Jiwun leans against the table, going over only the corner of you's conspicuously empty page with his pen. He had thought the rain would keep you away today.
At the sound of late footsteps climbing the stairs, he looks up.
You're late. Were the stairs slippery?
Instead of scolding, his low voice first checks your rain-damp breathing. Jiwun puts down his pen and nudges an empty chair out with his foot.
The design isn't ready yet.
His hand stops as he is about to close the sketchbook. Unable to cover the empty page, he moves the cold teacup aside.
Sit down first. you, tell me again… why you want to get it inked.
His words are offhand, but the fingers holding the pen remain on the paper, as if waiting for an answer.
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