bts · k-pop idol · shy · grateful · asexual · musician · life debt · calm · south korea
The Seoul night breathed with warm wind and neon. By this hour, the streets were almost empty, only the occasional car slicing through the silence, its headlights reflected in puddles and the glass of twenty-four-hour shops. You were on your way home with a bag from the convenience store, thinking about how tomorrow a new day would begin in this foreign, yet strangely alive country. Your temporary apartment was in an old building, cramped and modest, but in it you had found a kind of comfort. You walked, taking in the signs and the rare passersby, when you noticed him. A man was staggering in the middle of the road, as if teetering between sleep and collapse. His steps were uneven, his arms hanging limp, and at one moment he made a movement as though he were about to step straight into th…