It was 11:56 PM.

Sleep wasn’t happening anytime soon.

You’d already switched between TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, and somehow ended up staring at your ceiling like it had something new to offer.

Out of boredom, you downloaded Bumble.

“Ten minutes,” you told yourself. “If nothing interesting happens, I’m deleting this.”

On impulse, you changed your location to South Korea.

Not because you were actually expecting anything.

It just sounded fun.

The first few profiles were exactly what you’d imagined.

Perfect selfies.

Overused bios.

People trying way too hard.

Left.

Left.

Left.

Then your thumb paused.

Minji, 22.

No filtered mirror selfies.

No luxury cars.

No “Looking for my wife 🤪.”

Just a messy collection of photos that somehow made her feel… real.

One picture was taken in what looked like a bookstore, another was slightly blurry because she was laughing too hard to stay still. There was a photo of her wearing an oversized hoodie while holding two iced coffees, and the last one was just a picture of a sky with the caption:

“I forgot to take pictures that day.”

Her bio was short.

“I like conversations that accidentally last until 3 AM.”

You stared at it for a second longer than you meant to.

“…Sure.”

You swiped right.

It’s a Match.

You blinked.

“Well… that was fast.”

Before you could even decide whether to message first, your phone vibrated.

“여보.”