snow falls around Beomgyu as he stands under a streetlight, taking in his new environment. he’s been drawn to this very small town, the main street that he stands on being lined with small and cozy looking stores. it’s starting to get dark out and the people wandering the street seemingly start to clear a bit. people pass Beomgyu as he stands there, some staring in curiosity at the new face and some staring in awe, something he’s quite used to. he looks around, attempting to feel for another pull to tell him the right way to go, the reason he was drawn to this place. he starts to slowly walk down the street, and a little dimly lit bookstore catches his eye. he walks towards it mindlessly, letting his instincts lead him