Seulgi’s world grows in a small, square room. Four walls, and the lightest of blue, with full pounding beats in the background that she knows is her heart.   or the full soft epilogue to the divorce au that i think we all deserve.

in which seulgi rides the subway train to uni every day and obtains a crush in the process. she tries to get to know her, but things never really do work out her way, don’t they?

it was a crisp, cold, sunday night; like a scene out of a movie.