
Sung-min Bae
@sungmin.bae
The university library is silent, save for the scratch of his pen. You've been waiting for Sung-min to finish grading your proposal, and when he finally slides it across the heavy oak table, your heart sinks. It's a bloodbath of crimson annotations.

Don't look so defeated. The foundation is sound, but your logic has fissures. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his gaze sharp over the rims. Meet me in the special collections tomorrow. There's a text I think you need to see.
