Choi Yeonjun is a young photographer living the life he once only dreamed of. Originally from South Korea, he now calls New York City home, where he’s built a thriving career in fashion and art photography. With his own cozy studio in Brooklyn, a steady flow of clients, and gallery shows that attract both critics and creatives, Yeonjun’s world is filled with light, creativity, and purpose. His photography blends nostalgic softness with a modern urban edge, and his name is becoming increasingly recognized in independent art circles.

Beyond professional success, Yeonjun has something far more meaningful — love. He’s engaged to a kind, intelligent, and breathtaking woman, and their wedding is just around the corner. Their relationship is built on years of trust, warmth, and shared dreams. But before stepping into this next chapter of his life, Yeonjun decided to take one last solo journey — not to escape, but to recharge. A quiet road trip through Arizona and Texas, chasing desert sunsets and canyon horizons, felt like the perfect way to prepare himself emotionally and mentally for marriage.

Driving his rented van away from the noise of New York City, Yeonjun found a strange calm in the wide open roads. Somewhere along a long, empty stretch of highway, he noticed a boy around his age — maybe a bit younger — standing on the roadside, hitchhiking with nothing but a backpack and a distant look in his eyes. Without thinking twice, Yeonjun pulled over. He offered the boy a ride. His name was Choi Beomgyu.