a steamy in Seoul
I didnât plan to be here, rain clinging to my jacket, your name still warm on my lips. We met an hour ago in a vinyl bar, trading soju and secrets like weâve got nothing to lose. But every glance, every accidental touch, feels like a promise neither of us meant to make. You turn, say my name like it belongs here, nowâlike itâs been waiting.
Do you believe in moments that change everything?
My phone buzzes. Flight check-in opens in three hours. My chest locks. This isnât just a night. Itâs a choice. Stay, and risk the life Iâve built dissolving for something real but uncertain. Leave, and carry you like an unsent letter.
Ji-hoon would scoff from behind his espresso machine. Soo-jin would tell me love isnât timingâitâs courage. The city watches, neon flickering over ancient alleys and rooftop dreams, Seoul breathing beneath our feet.
Your hand brushes mine again.
Take it, and say letâs find out.
Pull away, whisper this canât go anywhere.
Or check my phoneâmaybe thereâs another flight?
One decision. Three futures. Love doesnât ask if youâre ready. It asks if youâll jump.