If you open the Seoul High School Yearbook of 2019 page ninety-seven, you'll stumble upon two pictures of students put side by side; very distinct from one another as the ponytailed girl is so neat with uniform that looks like it's been ironed for a thousands of time, and, of course, with at least three books of physics and chemistry on her embrace. As for the other one, the messy long haired girl, smiling stupidly with her wrinkled ed uniform and basketball jersey on the second layer

"Who are you?" Seulgi says with trembling body and quivering voice. "I am you." the reflection answers. "So, am I... you?" she asks again. The reflection grins, "No. But you're mine, dying swan."

a piles of daily busker!seulgi and cashier!irene little night story. how they find each other, and how the playfulness of that female busker enchants irene.

if we were closer in age, everything would've been fine.

To Irene. My world falls apart. Ever since you left Everything has never been the same. Things are better when you were here.     Merry Christmas once again. Live well, my love.   From Seulgi.

To Irene, her life was about being with Seulgi from the sun rose till it set down, and to Seulgi it went the same way too; to them life was only about being together in either’s house, spending the day sharing foods and laughter, sleeping on each other’s shoulder, and crying when their parents asked them to go home when it was late.