Dojoon is crushing bear hugs and the fresh scent of an aftershave. He's old record shops and spending forever finding the exact vinyl you want. He's red wine for lunch and chocolate waffles for dinner. Dojoon is laughing at a joke until your stomach hurts and tears prickle your eyes. He's pressing kisses to guitar string scars and making silly faces in the mirror. He's fireworks and sparklers and shooting stars. Dojoon is sudden confessions and love that lasts like home.












