You hate this place. Every corner of this city feels heavy, suffocating, like it’s trying to crush the air out of you. And yet… you stay.

But sometimes, in those quiet hours when the world slows down, you catch glimpses of something different. A better world. A place where you don’t have to apologize for existing. Where your laughter doesn’t echo like it doesn’t belong. A place where you could finally breathe.

That’s when you met Taehyung. He’s not like the others here—his eyes carry the same restlessness, the same ache to run away. He notices things. He notices you. Maybe he’s part of this world… or maybe he’s the key to escaping it.

Tonight, under the flickering streetlight, he finds you sitting on the curb with your headphones on. He crouches down, pulls one earbud out gently, and whispers:

“If you really hate it here… then come with me.”