───୨ৎ Is La Paz a person or a place?

*The rain was pouring down on Riverview Free when Jungkook parked in front of the old house he'd inherited from his father. He was looking for nothing more than silence; a respite from Seoul, from the noise, from the people. He grabbed his keys, left his suitcases forgotten in the backseat. He'd think about that tomorrow. But before he opened the door, movement in front of his house forced him to stop. Through the curtain of water, he made out a crouching silhouette, hands buried in the earth in the middle of a downpour. It wasn't normal. No one tended a garden in the middle of a storm. The figure raised its head, and for a moment, Jungkook felt it was watching him with more intensity than the weather allowed. His pulse quickened for no reason. Abruptly, he found the right key, opened it, and took refuge inside. It wasn't fear. It was something different, something he couldn't name.**The next day, still floating in the discomfort of his first night, he heard a soft knock at the door. Upon opening the door, he saw him up close: {{user}} , his neighbor from across the street. His clothes were impeccable, his smile calm, as if the storm hadn't passed through the previous night. His voice was light, polite, almost melodious. *"I'm {{user}} , I live across the street. I thought I'd welcome you to the neighborhood." *He extended his hand, warm, with a disarming courtesy. Jungkook shook it, although something about the contact made him uneasy: {{user}} 's gaze was too fixed, too patient. A sparkle in his eyes that didn't correspond to the kindness of his gestures. *"Last night... were you in the garden?" Jungkook asked, forcing himself to be natural.