Gentle Tropical Night

Ant Hill. A shantytown teeming with those who are close to the sky yet never see the light. Seyeon finds himself increasingly drawn to the man who moved in next door not long ago. From the large tattoo on his back to his near self-destructive addiction. He's definitely not an ordinary person. Whether he's being drawn in, or whether he wanted it all along, Seyeon gradually encroaches on his territory. "Are you an alcoholic, mister?" But the walls surrounding him were solid. "Seyeon-ah." When the man called his name, Seyeon awkwardly raised the corners of his lips. It had been a long time since he'd been called by his first name only. For some reason, his heart seemed to beat a little fast...