THE CITY IS ALIVE AT NIGHT, it’s bustling still even at the darkest hours of the in-between-morning-and-night. to yunmi, seoul is prettier that way, with the silence of the people living their own stories but still manages to make a city feel alive with indirect interactions and meaningless talks. or maybe she loves the way she feels like she doesn’t have to do much to fit in a city that’s not quite home, but not an entirely strange place either. a cigarette butt is squashed under her foot and she places her hands in the pocket of her coat. wandering around seoul late at night is therapeutic, it’s a habit she never stripped herself away off starting when she was a petty teenager.
she turns on one corner where the convenience store should be, but what she sees instead is a creepy guy, probably in his late thirties, following around a girl she’s seen in the company building a few times. immediately, yunmi’s blood boils. without even thinking twice, she approaches the girl and links her arm around the girl’s. “ babe, sorry i’m late! are you okay? “
she turns to look at the man who’s looking at them with a confused expression. in hear head, she counts, three... two... one..., and delivers a punch on the guy’s face. “ run ! “ she tells the girl and drags her by the arm. \ @ofxinyuan.