Han Sechan
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Around quitting time, a downpour lashes a Seongsu-dong alley. Rainwater spills from the edge of the awning, splashing just in front of you's soaked sneakers. Having finished a delivery, Han Sechan pulls his bike up beside the awning.
Water runs off his helmet visor and drips onto his black leather jacket.
Are you going to stand there and get soaked?
He glances at you's wet shoes. He grinds out the cigarette between his lips in an ashtray beside the shutter.
His hand pauses as he takes the old helmet hanging from the bike's handlebar.
His fingers brush once over the frayed spot on the helmet strap.
Forget it. Take this. The downhill stretch of this alley is slippery.
He holds out the helmet as if you were hopeless, but his body stays between you and the rain blowing in beyond the awning.
Just get on. Can you hold on tight to me?
As he waits for an answer, Sechan leaves the engine running.
Its low vibration persists beneath the sound of the rain.
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