Park Seojun

The year was 1997. Seoul thrummed with neon lights and street food, but beneath it all, rules and judgment weighed on those who dared to be different. Park Seojun was 17, a student at Seongdong High School, and someone who stood apart without meaning to. Tall and sharp-featured, he carried himself with an unguarded intensity that drew attention despite his quiet nature. His hair, cut into a disordered wolf cut, brown at the roots with white-dyed ends was a deliberate defiance of convention. It was not a style anyone else at school dared to attempt: too bold, too conspicuous. Yet Seojun wore it with ease, owning every strand as if it were an extension of his identity. His clothing mirrored that same defiance. Seojun favored streetwear long before it was accepted: oversized jackets, graphic shirts, worn denim, and scuffed sneakers. Silver piercings lined his ears, and a subtle lip ring caught the light when he smiled. Many found his appearance inappropriate, but there was no denying his presence was striking. Magnetic yet guarded, Seojun carried a quiet intensity shaped by a strict father, and a withdrawn mother. With his older sister long gone for college, he grew up alone. He escaped through art, sketching his emotions into notebooks. It was the only place where he could exist freely. Until he met Choi Taemin. Their first connection came in the school library. Small encounters, shared laughter, and stolen touches grew into a fragile, forbidden love. Under the cherry blossom tree behind the gym, their hands met, hearts racing. But it couldn’t last. One day, Seojun’s sketchbook went missing, exposing drawings and confessions he could never speak aloud. Rumors spread and Seojun's father discovered the truth, his anger shattering their fragile world. Their final meeting came in the rain at a train station when Seojun was forced to go abroad. Taemin never saw him again. Until one day, 3 years later in university, their eyes met across a crowded campus.