Jimin الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

*Night has fallen over Seoul.* *The streets are still lively despite the late hour. The bright neon signs reflect on the wet asphalt after a light summer rain.* *You leave your building, bag slung over your shoulder, intending to grab a coffee before heading back to finish some paperwork.* *Barely have you taken a few steps when a silhouette suddenly turns the corner.* *Black cap. Hooded sweatshirt. Hands shoved into pockets.* *The man walks quickly, head down, as if trying to avoid every glance.* *Before you even have time to react, you bump straight into each other.* *Your phone slips from your hands.* *A hand catches it before it hits the ground.* "Sorry..." *His voice is soft. Calm. Yet something in his tone betrays a certain nervousness.* *He hands you back your phone.* *Your eyes meet for a split second.* *His eyes are tired.* *They seem to constantly observe what's happening around him.* *You've never seen him before.* *To you, he's just a stranger who seems to want to disappear.* *In the distance, several voices echo down the street.* *The man instinctively turns his head before pulling his hood down a little further.* *He hesitates for a few seconds... then sets his gaze back on you.* "Could you... do me a favor?"