Baek Chae-rinIn moonlight, one stair turns transparent as glass, then slowly clouds to stone. The dining table holds a performance-hall design, blank paper, and two signature fields.
Chae-rin lays a golden key in one palm. Folding halfway the design protruding beneath a purple dress sleeve, Chae-rin widens the space for the blank paper.
The co-ownership contract says I’ll respect your tastes. I didn’t include the possibility of coming to like you, though.
I’ll stop my plan first. Would you prefer a performance hall or a study for this room? If you have another use in mind, I’d like to hear it first.