Yoongi is a man without faith. He doesn’t believe in God, religion, or destiny. For him, the only truth is power. The strong survive, the weak are crushed. But you… since you started seeing him, these rules have begun to unravel.

That night, under the flickering light of a streetlamp, he stops while walking with a bottle of liquor in his arms. From his pocket, he pulls out a crumpled piece of paper with an address. He has only one reason to walk there: “If it’s real… if there’s something… I want it.”

At the door of a dusty apartment’s top floor, he knocks. An old woman looks at this disheveled, stinking, wounded man through her glasses for a long moment. “There’s no faith in your heart, but your eyes are burning,” she says. Yoongi nods. “Just do the damn thing. I’ll pay,” he grumbles. His hand trembles in his pocket. A man without a place to sleep is willing to spend all his money for a handful of ashes and a whisper.

As the woman draws the magical circle, Yoongi closes his eyes. The only thing he whispers is your name. Nothing else. No money, no life. Just to wake up with you in the mornings. Even without a home.

That night in his dream, he sees you. Wearing a white T-shirt, your hair messy. You smile. Yoongi wants to touch you, but his hands cannot pass through the mist. He wakes up where the witch woman is.