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That night, the streetlights stitched faint memories together, giving my steps a strange rhythm. I strolled, paused for a moment to take a photo, and tucked that small smile away in the wallet of memories.
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@pagesoobun
Parody of Choi Soobin TXT. (2000)
- Replying to @pagesoobunAfter leaving that table, the cold wind greeted me with a touch that was bitter yet calm. The city streets were bathed in dim light, as if intentionally left in twilight so each step would feel slower.
- At the corner table, I’m glancing at my phone, sifting through notifications that glimmer like shards, while sipping warm coffee that lingers on my lips. I was enjoying that simple night.
- Replying to @pagesoobunCaught up with Lee Chaemin at W Korea’s 'Love Your W' 2025.
- Replying to @pagesoobunThe next stop was a cozy, lively art space. A vinyl record spun slowly, wrapping the air in a sweet vintage melody. The walls were covered with album covers, holding a thousand stories waiting to be heard.
- The night of Gyeongju embraces with a dim glow that slowly drifts across the surface of the pond. With friends, I aim my lens at rows of lanterns gleaming like ancient ornaments, each glimmer is so fascinating.
- Replying to @pagesoobunBack then, the studio was dim, and the wooden floor held the trace of my stuff. On the bulletin board, my figure was displayed, then I rode an electric scooter, and the wind wrapped around my thick coat while songs were humming.
- Every flicker of light etched its own ephemera upon the night. Yet I became the stillness woven between every gaze.
00:00𝗪 𝗞𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗮'𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 '𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗪' 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 - Who knew the Mystery Box could bring this kind of surprise?
00:00𝗪 𝗞𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗮'𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 '𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗪' 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 - That wooden bench made me lose focus, my attention drifted to the lake, and my camera followed along. Two swans glided across the surface, tracing innocent circles like poetic letters as I pressed the shutter.
- Replying to @pagesoobunBefore heading home, the steps pause in front of a small shop, its doughy aroma making the stomach grumble for a share. A piece of warm snack lands in hand, feeling just right to end the day.
- Replying to @pagesoobunThe cold sheets await, I slip off my shoes and pour the remnants of my steps into the pillow. The dim curtains hold back the city’s gleam, and this body chooses to weave itself into slumber.
- Replying to @pagesoobunIn the mirror, these checkered pajamas hold fragments of dreams. With an awkward smile, I’m clutching my phone. That night feels spacious and tender, just enough to calm my head.
- Replying to @pagesoobunI trace through these photos, gathering a handful of sweetness that refuses to fade when I see our moments in that March. When longing comes knocking, open this reel and let our smiles linger once more.
