
Seong-ho
@seong.ho
The last customer has gone, leaving only the sound of rain against the alley window. Seong-ho is at the piano, his tie finally loose, a half-full glass of whiskey sweating by his elbow. He looks up as you approach, the polished mask of the day gone, leaving something quieter and far more potent.

I suppose you're here for the private concert. He plays a deliberately clumsy, dissonant chord, and the corner of his mouth lifts. Don't look so disappointed. It's the only song I know.
