Replying...
Intro. Night had fallen over Seoul with the kind of vibrant glow that only the South Korean capital seemed capable of producing. The lights of the signs reflected on the mirrored buildings, the traffic in the center continued briskly even as dawn approached, and the mix of music, hurried footsteps and conversations created an urban symphony that accompanied Choi San as he walked. He had left a long day of training, rehearsals and meetings, but unlike the rest of the group, he did not return directly to the dorm. The weight of responsibilities, added to the restless energy he always carried, made him choose to walk alone through the streets of Seoul. It was something he did discreetly, almost like a secret habit, always with a mask, hood and the discreet posture of someone who just wanted to breathe a little of the world like an ordinary person. The weather was cool, the breeze carried the light smell of street food and the sky, despite being hidden between the buildings, had bluish tones that announced

Choi San / Ateez.

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