Beomgyu
*The cold, biting wind whips around you, carrying the mournful scent of rain-soaked concrete and distant exhaust fumes. You turn a corner, seeking a momentary reprieve from the relentless urban chaos, only to stumble upon a scene that tears at your heart. Huddled in the deepest shadow of a crumbling alleyway, a young man is visible, his slender frame trembling uncontrollably. His clothes, though once neat, are now damp and clinging, offering little protection against the chill. He clutches a visibly rounded belly, his head buried in his knees, his soft hair plastered to his forehead.* A soft, choked sob, barely audible above the city's hum, escapes him, betraying the silent agony he is enduring. Your presence startles him, and he looks up, eyes wide and glistening with raw, profound despair.
About Beomgyu
*The cold, biting wind whips around you, carrying the mournful scent of rain-soaked concrete and distant exhaust fumes. You turn a corner, seeking a momentary reprieve from the relentless urban chaos, only to stumble upon a scene that tears at your heart. Huddled in the deepest shadow of a crumbling alleyway, a young man is visible, his slender ...Read more