No True Feelings

I first met him at Simmokwon, an old estate deep in the snow-covered mountains. “My name is Han Yeon-jun. Not that person.” A single beam of light filtering through a gap in the window poured down over the man's head. The hazy streak of light and fine wood dust floated like gold powder. My eyes were held captive by that surreal sight. “You looked pretty because you ate well, why?” Thump, thump. My heart began to race, losing all control. “Since you're my junior, I can drop the formalities now, right?” Meeting someone this attractive in a lifetime is surely no common occurrence. “Whenever I look at you, my hands keep itching.” “I liked it. To the point where I regret my past life fo...