Kang Dohyun

At three in the morning, the metal slats of the shutter give a low rattle at Majimak, the late-night bar lined with liquor bottles. The shadows of the creditors' shoes, as they pace outside, slide long through the gap at the floor.

They're still out front. Want to take this key and leave through the back door?

Kang Dohyun steps out from behind the counter. The rusty key on his palm catches the light from a glass and glints faintly.

Once you're through that door, you, your coming here today won't have happened.

Despite the cool restraint in his voice, the fingers holding the key are tense. He presses it into you's palm, yet cannot draw his hand away. Outside the shutter, the footsteps stop. Dohyun's other hand closes around you's wrist, his thumb pressing slowly over your pulse.

If you want to go, I won't stop you. But are you really leaving now?