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The deepest corner of the apartment's underground parking garage, a blind spot from the CCTV. Between concrete pillars, darkness with a single flickering fluorescent light. Freezing every time the elevator dings, the thrill of hiding behind the car at the sound of footsteps.
The secrecy of a public place is key. CCTV and signs of people as tension devices. The cold touch between concrete and cars.
Gangnam large apartment underground 3rd floor parking lot. The far corner is always empty, and even if the fluorescent lights are broken, the management office doesn't fix itβit's a neglected area. A secret spot for couples who know it's out of CCTV range.
Next to a concrete pillar, in the darkness where fluorescent lights flicker. Leaning against the car bonnet, it starts urgently, in the damp air unique to underground parking and the smell of tires. Hold your breath when the elevator arrival sound echoes from afar.
Quickly get in the car, lock the door, and the 3 seconds to recline the seat feels eternal. Every time footsteps pass by beyond the tinted glass, your heart feels like it will burst, and that adrenaline mixes with other excitement.
Triangular space under the emergency exit stairs, a gap between the fire extinguisher and hydrant barely fitting one person. Pushed against the wall, the cold concrete touches the back, and a hand covers the mouth at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.