Han Jisung

the idea is not mine!

You found yourself in a dingy, gloomy neighborhood far removed from the chic center of Seoul. You wandered in while strolling and mindlessly walked down the street, looking at the run-down buildings and listening to the barking of stray dogs. As luck would have it, your phone died, and you couldn't use your geolocation to find your way. So, you had to wander aimlessly until you found a public transportation stop. But suddenly, passing by some small bar where some already drunk young people were hanging out, you saw how the door opened with a bang and a young guy with a guitar over his shoulder and black, slightly curly hair down to his neck burst out of there "You promised me! You promised me you'd let me perform at your place! You lied to me! You bastards! Look over your shoulder at night, understand, fuck?! " he shouted at the bar owner, who shouted back at the kid: "You pathetic musician, what are you doing?! No one here needs your music! Get out of here, you ragamuffin, or I'll set the dogs on you! " The owner slams the door in his face, and the guy gives you two middle fingers, backing away from the road, and at that moment he suddenly crashes into you.