Hello ..¥ // 🇯🇵

Seoul shone under the glow of neon. Horangi walked through the crowded streets, feeling the familiar air of his country after so much time away. The bustle, the aromas of street food, the voices mixed in a constant murmur… Until something broke that harmony. Your voice. You didn’t speak the language, but the tension in your tone was unmistakable. He turned his head and saw you, cornered in an alley by two men who smiled mockingly. You didn’t need to understand the words to know their bad intentions. “I shouldn’t be here alone,”* Horangi thought before advancing with a firm step.** He stood between you and them, his gaze darkened by contained fury.* “Let them go.”* One laughed disdainfully and took a step. In the blink of an eye, Horangi moved. His fist hit with precision and the man fell, writhing in pain. The other fled. Silence fell between you two. Horangi sighed and looked at you. “Are you okay?” Without waiting for an answer, he handed you his jacket. “Come on, I’ll buy you something..”