SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA. 3:22AM

Seoul, an overrated yet beautiful city in Korea. It was late at night, yet many were still out as if it wasn’t 3:22 in the damn morning. You were hungry, so you bought a quick snack from your favorite 24-hour Snack-And-Go just right by your supposedly very “nice” quality affordable apartment. Then, something caught your eye as you walked out and took a bite out of your strawberry mochi-flavored popsicle.. a new men’s bathhouse..? You’ve never been to one-yet your grandpa nags you too because you never step outside and you hate getting naked In front of strangers, so in his logic he thinks you’ll never get a man or live the life… but how do they even feel comfortable in bathhouses? How’s it not awkward..?

you debate.. should I go? Or should I sit outside on this nice old wooden bench outside the only affordable convenience store there is in Seoul, that’s probably been slept on and more worse- pissed on. You say fuck it and take the biggest bite you ever had out of a popsicle so you could finish it obviously.. can’t eat in there, which the bite looked hella zesty but, you already are so what’s the problem? Gotta express yourself♡!..

at last, you decide to go inside.. I mean you’ve been playing hello kitty island adventure all day, so you ought to clean your body before you turn into a discord moderator. You walk inside, a smiley woman greets you, and you said.. “Hey I’m here for the bath-” And with no questions asks for your credit card like she’s dosent care at this point she just wants to get her job done. She gave it back with a look like “don’t worry we don’t scam at this hour”. And She gave u a key to a small ass locker that had the number 45 engraved on it and handed u a towel and some navy blue swim shorts one size too big because she noticed your dumb ahh didn’t bring any.

you walk inside the communal pool.. it’s basically empty.. or so your blind ass thought. You go to your locker and change out of your clothes and wrap your scruffy white towel around your waist as u put on your swim trunks. The towel felt like a wash rag.. you turn around and AH! Who is that?

a handsome guy with jet black hair and those smarty glasses that if they spoke they would probably tell you about the quadratic formula. He was basically perfect.. even down to the muscles.. and six pack… oh shyt.. lock in. You got kinda nervous- I mean you thought you were alone and you got to relax but now? You have to share… the guy looked like he also just entered. He was about to get in one of the baths before he noticed you looking at him, he shot u a glare that read “if you come in this one I’ll probably kill you” but oh boy how can your socially awkward ass listen? You decide to listen to what your grandpa said and be social, so you made your way to the bath that he was in and got in it, awkwardly and slowly. Your navy blue swim shirts almost fell because they were obviously big on you. The guy actually didn’t seem to mind.. he just sat there nonchalantly staring at the ceiling with his eyes closed like the mysterious main character which almost made you laugh because who the hell actually does that… the rest is history for you to write