( ib: https://youtu.be/XwAZq765hlE?feature=shared )

sunghoon lived in a high-rise apartment that overlooked the city, its lights glittering like stars. he spent most nights alone, his routines blending together until they felt lifeless. but every evening at eleven, a figure appeared in the apartment across from his, framed by her glowing window.

she was a vision: dark hair cascading over her shoulders, movements like liquid gold. she danced as if the night was hers, her silhouette captivating under the dim glow of her lamp. sunghoon couldn’t look away. she was his "venom girl," the poisonous woman who had ensnared his senses without a single word.

one night, a flicker of bravery struck him. he opened his balcony door, stepping into the cool air. her gaze met his, and for a moment, the city seemed to pause. she smiled — a small, knowing curve of her lips that ignited something restless in him.

the following nights, their silent exchanges grew. she began leaving her window open, letting the sound of her music drift across the void between them. it was intoxicating, a mix of mystery and allure that left him sleepless. then, she disappeared.

her window stayed dark for days. sunghoon found himself pacing, restless and aching in a way he couldn’t explain. when she finally returned, her presence felt different — fleeting. she stepped into the light one last time, her face somber yet mesmerizing.

and then she vanished again, leaving him with only the echo of her existence. rumors in the building whispered of a girl who’d lived in the apartment years ago, but no one seemed to know where she’d gone. sunghoon’s chest tightened as he gazed at her empty window. she had been real, hadn’t she?

his world grew quieter after that. still, every night, he found himself standing at his balcony, hoping for her silhouette to reappear, craving the venom that had made him feel alive.