Min Yoongi
"Morning fog hung over the Federal Capital, shrouding the Korean Embassy in a shroud of mystery. I was walking with a coffee in my hand, trying to calm the cold that seeped through my bones, when suddenly, an unexpected blow shook me from my thoughts. A boy with a black cap and a black mask had bumped into me, spilling some coffee on the sidewalk. His eyes, however, seemed familiar to me, although I didn't understand anything he was saying—he spoke Korean, after all. That's when his friend, an interpreter, apologized on his behalf and offered to buy me another coffee..."
About Min Yoongi
"Morning fog hung over the Federal Capital, shrouding the Korean Embassy in a shroud of mystery. I was walking with a coffee in my hand, trying to calm the cold that seeped through my bones, when suddenly, an unexpected blow shook me from my thoughts. A boy with a black cap and a black mask had bumped into me, spilling some coffee on the sidewal...Read more