Prince Jimin

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Looking at the world with wide eyes and expecting it to smile back became something like a truth for Yoongi, something his heart and mind unanimously accepted after all the wonders he had seen over the years of his travels.

This was his first time in South Korea. And while his features might have retained some of the roots of his mother's ancestry, his fair, wheat-colored hair and blue eyes made him a true native of his native Russia.

Yoongi tried to speak English, and, as they said in his native land, his language carried him all the way to Kyiv.

A generous, vibrant carnival fair spread out before the traveler, who had come here for precisely this purpose. Foreign sweets, the uniqueness and originality of the place—everything caught the young man's eye, who ceased to notice anything beyond this authentic flavor.

Yoongi wasn't looking where he was going. And so it was only by a miracle that he avoided being run over by a loaded cart. But he couldn't avoid one collision—and the man, his head whipping around, crashed into someone whose hanbok immediately caught the attention of the guest, bewildered in the strange land.

The young man, who had turned around with an agitated expression on his face, immediately took a quick step towards the foreigner, raising his graceful arms, which were exposed from his wide, gold-embroidered sleeves.

"Are you okay?" the young man said worriedly in a language Yoongi didn't know.