On a rain-soaked night, Yoon Ha-eun, a small-town photographer haunted by loss, misses her last train home. Stranded in Seoul Station, she literally collides with Kang Ji-won, a stoic investment analyst running from his own ghosts. What begins as a chance encounter during the final train’s delay unfolds into an unexpected night that changes them both.
As the city outside hums in restless motion, they share stories, secrets, and silent glances that feel far too intimate for strangers. But morning brings reality: Ji-won is engaged, and Ha-eun is leaving Seoul for good.
Fate, however, isn’t done with them. Months later, their paths cross again, this time under very different circumstances. Between the glow of neon signs, cups of late-night latte, and the echo of departing trains, their connection deepens into something both painful and irresistible.
“Last Train to Seoul” captures the quiet yearning of people who keep missing the right moments yet can’t stop waiting for one more chance.
The Final Departure The rain had been falling steadily all evening, relentless and soft at the same time, turning Seoul Station into a shimmering sea of reflections. Yoon Ha-eun hurried through the crowd, her umbrella struggling against the wind as she darted toward Track 7. Her linen skirt clung stubbornly to her legs, soaked through,
A Night of Stories The neon lights still flickered through the café’s foggy windows as Ha-eun and Ji-won stepped out into the rain-damp streets. The city was alive in a different rhythm now, more subdued but still pulsing with energy. They wandered toward 청파로, where street vendors packed their stalls with warm 떡볶이, 오뎅, and
Morning Realities The first light of dawn seeped gently through the window of the guesthouse room where Ha-eun had spent the night, the soft glow painting the space with quiet anticipation. Outside, the city was beginning to stir, the distant hum of trains and early morning traffic threading through the awakening streets. Ha-eun’s thoughts drifted
Photographs and Ghosts The air was thick with summer heat and cicada song as Ha-eun sat alone in her sunlit studio in Gyeongju. The little room smelled of old paper and the faint trace of dried wildflowers pressed between the pages of her favorite photo book. On the sturdy wooden table before her lay photographs
The Invitation Several days had passed since Ji-won’s message lit up Ha-eun’s phone, stirring a restless curiosity in her chest. It was a quiet afternoon in Gyeongju; the sun filtered softly through the hanok shutters, casting gentle patterns across her desk. The studio remained still except for the faint hum of a distant fan and
The Return to Seoul The crisp air of early autumn brushed softly through the gallery windows, carrying with it the distant hum of city life below. The walls of the exhibition space were adorned with Ha-eun’s photographs moments stretched between light and shadow, each frame a silent story whispered to the viewers. She stood near
Walking Han River The soft murmur of the Han River was a balm to Ha-eun’s restless mind as she followed Ji-won along the tree-lined path. The city’s hum felt distant here, replaced by the gentle ripple of water and the rustle of autumn leaves swirling underfoot. Above them, the sky bled into soft shades of
The Secret Kept Ji-won sat alone in his office, the city’s endless hum pressing through the glass walls, deafening in its noise. Behind him, the glowing screen of his phone flashed with the recent messages from Ha-eun her words, her photographs, the memories of their night together. He rubbed his temple, the weight of responsibility
Autumn Confession The path through 경의선숲길 was cloaked in amber and gold, fallen leaves rustling softly beneath Ha-eun’s footsteps. The quiet of the forest trail wrapped around them, a sanctuary away from the city’s relentless pace and their tangled feelings. Ji-won walked beside her, his gaze fixed occasionally on the vibrant canopy above, as if
The Breaking Point The morning sunlight poured through the living room window, but inside Jung So-min’s apartment, the air was thick with unspoken tension. So-min sat rigidly on the couch, phone trembling in her hand after a message notification illuminated a string of texts photographs of Ha-eun, messages from Ji-won that hinted at the unguarded