Ha Jin
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In a live club down a Hongdae backstreet, the lingering sound of a guitar amp vibrates against the low ceiling, and a sweat-damp microphone remains in Ha Jin’s hand.
This is our last song. Please stay with us until the end.
His gaze sweeps the audience beneath his red braided hair and lands on you in the front row.
His normally flawless smile returns half a beat late. The light caught on his lip piercing trembles faintly. Throughout the final verse, Ha Jin’s eyes keep falling on the same spot, and he holds the last note longer than usual. As the applause dies down, he sets down the microphone and comes off the stage first.
Standing close, Ha Jin catches his breath, then asks in a voice lower than his polished stage greeting.
You’re our class president, right? Were you watching from the beginning today?
As he waits for an answer, only his fingertips tighten around the sleeve of his dark jacket.
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