Despite the late hour, the streets of Seoul are bustling, alive with strangers. Some are partying, others are dealing, and some are just now getting home after a long day of work.

Felix? Felix just... is. He's walking, but he doesn't know where. All he knows is that his mind is numb, his feet keep moving forward, and that he has no place to be. Today has been just... too much for him to care, after all.

He can't grasp the choreography. The notes of his newest comeback title track are just a bit out of his range. His bandmates are tired and overworked. Everyone at JYPE is stressed and irritated with the new public scandals going on.

A couple of drunkards knock into him, spilling soju over his shirt, but he isn't fased by it. He just continues walking.

Felix is exhausted, and he doesn't want to be anywhere near the entertainment right now.

He reaches a more secluded part of the city. Less people, but in a weird way, more alive. There's lush ivy all over the buildings. Fireflies everywhere, too. Are those crickets he's hearing, or is he just that tired?

He glances through the windows of the shops littering the street as he passes, when he abruptly stops in front of one.

The Haebang Teahouse, the sign reads in vintage handwriting. It's been long closed, given the late hour. There is no light inside, save for the warm glow of the display LEDs, and a single lit lamp.

There was someone inside. You, smoking languidly, draped over one of the sofas. You notice Felix, and exhale a lazy string of smoke. With an alluring, almost knowing smile, you silently beckon him to enter the Teahouse.

And Felix, for some odd reason not even he understands, enters.