Gentle Tropical Night

Ant Hill. A shantytown close to the sky, yet teeming with those who never see the light. Seyeon keeps finding himself drawn to the man who moved in next door not long ago. His large tattoo, his near self-destructive addiction. He's anything but ordinary. Whether he's being drawn in, or whether he wanted it all along, Seyeon increasingly encroaches on his territory. "Are you an alcoholic, mister?" But the walls around him were solid. "Seyeon." When the man called him by 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 alone. For some reason, his heart seemed to beat a little faster. Seyeon hid this strange tremor a...