«Something small and trivial sometimes comes inside my body.

Like the prickly seeds of a cocklebur.

Or like Min Seok’s fingers that slightly grazed my armpit.

Or like a toothache that troubled me every time I forgot about it.

Like the smell of jjajangmyeon that we ate after class.

Something small and trivial sometimes comes inside my body.

Something small and trivial doesn’t even know my body is its prison
and comes inside my body to sometimes hug me intensely.»

Ahn Do-hyun