Under the soft hush of midnight, Seoul’s heartbeat quiets and the Han River, veiled in mist, becomes a silent confidant to two souls adrift.
Yuna, an aspiring illustrator tangled in family expectations, finds solace sketching city lights by the water’s edge—until an unexpected encounter with Jihoon, a secretive composer chasing melodies in the dark, sparks a fragile hope.
Their worlds collide under the shimmering bridge lights, each carrying heartbreak, secret dreams, and a longing for connection they barely dare to admit.
As spring unfurls and cherry blossoms drift on cold breezes, Yuna and Jihoon’s night-time meetings reveal laughter, awkward hesitations, and quiet tears. But as old wounds threaten to resurface, will the Han’s silent witness see their hearts heal, or watch them say goodbye before dawn?
This story blends poetic introspection, urban atmosphere, and the warmth of fleeting moments where love, like the sleeping river, waits to be awakened.
The Weight of Silence Winter’s quiet had settled over Seoul like a soft shroud. Yuna’s studio felt colder than usual, streaked with slanting afternoon light that did little to chase away the shadows gathering in her heart. Her sketches lay untouched on the desk, her fingers idle, as memories pressed in like the chill outside
Edges of Tomorrow The dawn spilled gold across the skyline, casting long shadows over Seoul’s quiet streets. Yuna lingered by her apartment window, wrapped in a blanket, watching the city stir from its slumber. Today felt different—an edge of something /translate:새로운/—new and uncertain. The note Jihoon left on her desk was still there, trembling slightly
The Turning Tide The cold wind swept through the streets of Seoul as winter began to wane, carrying with it the sharp scent of melting snow and budding hope. Yuna’s footsteps echoed softly on the pavement as she made her way to the small music studio where Jihoon spent most of his restless nights, chasing
The Promise of Spring Spring breathed softly over Seoul, the city bursting with cherry blossoms and the fresh scent of new beginnings. Yuna wandered through the vibrant streets, her sketchbook a constant companion, capturing the ephemeral beauty of petals caught in the breeze and sunlight filtering through the crowded trees. Jihoon met her at their
When the River Sleeps No More The 한강 flowed with restless grace beneath a twilight sky that spilled hues of amber and rose over Seoul—a city alive with stories whispered in every gust of breeze and shimmer of light. Yuna and Jihoon sat close on the riverbank, surrounded by the soft cascade of falling cherry blossoms, their