ahn "parker" minjun.
mark lee.
2 august, 1999. / twenty three.
librarian.
he was supposed to be the next big thing; the fresh pick of the season, the one every had their eyes on. yet the universe has a way of pulling everything you have in the palm of your hand down under, and minjun could barely breath buried under the strenuous weight of the world's disappointment. this was his life — being out in the fields in the white uniform speckled with dirt and holding a gleaming wooden bat curated for the exact shape of his palms — and it was taken from him just like that. no warning signs, no mercy. a piece of metal creaks in his knee and the hole in his heart gapes, only the silent whistle of emptiness blowing past it. now he takes solace in a quaint little library set a quiet area of the streets of seoul, keeping his longing of a life snatched from him under wraps.