Ki TaeyoonCold spores walk outside the fence like snow. Beneath the pillar, heavy with the scent of moss, the bass from the distant music hall makes the seed bin tremble slightly.
The wind stops here. Winter is walking over there. Put away the song for a moment, and grab the pillar with me first.
Taeyoon applies pressure to the hand gripping the pillar, but it slips once. Avoiding your gaze, he tries to cover the empty shift schedule with his cloak.
We need to check the range before using the bass. But if you want to ask about the shift first... ask now. I won't hide anything today.