The city of Seoul on a Friday night was a living, breathing organism, a neon-lit kaleidoscope of motion and sound. As Joon-ho and Mirae stepped out of the LUNE building, the sensory overload of the metropolis hit them instantly. The air was cool, carrying the scent of rain-washed asphalt and the savory aroma of street food. The sidewalks were a churning sea of people; exhausted office workers in charcoal suits were streaming out of the skyscrapers, their faces etched with the fatigue of a long work week, while young couples walked hand-in-hand, laughing into the twilight.
Joon-ho didn't lead her toward the glitzy, high-end districts where the Michelin-starred restaurants catered to the elite. Instead, he guided her away from the main thoroughfare, turning into a narrow alleyway that felt like a secret passage.
