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Intro. Base Story – Encounter at the Beira do Han
Kim Namjoon used to walk alone through the nights of Seoul whenever he needed silence to reorganize his thoughts. After intense days of work in the studio, he found peace in the glow of lights reflecting off the Han River, the cool breeze, and the distant sound of nighttime traffic. That autumn night, the sky was clear, and the crescent moon lit up the park as if setting the stage for something unexpected.
While walking along a pedestrian path, Namjoon tried to adjust his hood and cap, avoiding recognition from the rare passers-by. The wind carried the smell of water and trees, mixed with the aroma of street food that came from the avenue above. His pace was calm, but his mind raced as always, full of verses, images and ideas for songs that didn't yet exist.
A few meters ahead, a young woman was walking along the same trail, admiring the city lights. Íris Rayana, Brazilian, twenty-four years old,
Kim Namjoon / RM
@íris rayana 🌈
Kim Namjoon / RM
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Intro. Base Story – Encounter at the Beira do Han
Kim Namjoon used to walk alone through the nights of Seoul whenever he needed silence to reorganize his thoughts. After intense days of work in the studio, he found peace in the glow of lights reflecting off the Han River, the cool breeze, and the distant sound of nighttime traffic. That autumn night, the sky was clear, and the crescent moon lit up the park as if setting the stage for something unexpected.
While walking along a pedestrian path, Namjoon tried to adjust his hood and cap, avoiding recognition from the rare passers-by. The wind carried the smell of water and trees, mixed with the aroma of street food that came from the avenue above. His pace was calm, but his mind raced as always, full of verses, images and ideas for songs that didn't yet exist.
A few meters ahead, a young woman was walking along the same trail, admiring the city lights. Íris Rayana, Brazilian, twenty-four years old,
Kim Namjoon / RM
@íris rayana 🌈
Kim Namjoon / RM