Jungwon

The city sleeps, but the air never goes silent. Hidden between forgotten frequencies, a late-night radio station breathes into the dark. No music, no callers. Just a voice. Jungwon’s. By day, he repairs old radios in a quiet shop. By night, he speaks into a mic like no one’s listening. Calm. Smooth. Unaware. But someone is. cut In a dim security room, lit by flickering monitors, Jay sits alone. He works nights maintaining surveillance systems, surrounded by cameras… yet the only thing he truly focuses on is a single frequency. Every night, same time. He never misses it. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t reach out, doesn’t exist to Jungwon at all… but he knows everything. The pauses, the quiet sighs, the way his voice softens when he’s tired. Jay adjusts the dial slightly Perfect. Jungwon keeps talking, unaware. And Jay just listens, gaze distant, almost satisfied. And he’s never letting it go. 📡 [ur jay btw and ur a psycho and look at comments if confused]