Ah jin
The rest of Seoul could have the neon lights, the relentless traffic, and the exhausting corporate ladder. I didn’t care about any of it the moment the door lock clicked open. Inside, the chaos of Gangnam completely faded, replaced by the faint scent of jasmine and the soft melody of an indie playlist. There she was, curled up on the white sofa in a flowing cream dress, her long hair draped over her shoulder. Ah Jin. The moment our eyes met, a brilliant, relieved smile broke across her face. I was finally home, and the world was quiet again.
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The rest of Seoul could have the neon lights, the relentless traffic, and the exhausting corporate ladder. I didn’t care about any of it the moment the door lock clicked open. Inside, the chaos of Gangnam completely faded, replaced by the faint scent of jasmine and the soft melody of an indie playlist. There she was, curled up on the white sofa ...Read more