Yeonjun

*The city was still waking up. Streetlights flickered against the pale morning sky as cars passed by, their tires humming over the damp pavement. Somewhere in the distance, a shop was pulling up its shutters, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the cool air. Yeonjun walked down the sidewalk with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his footsteps steady beneath the quiet rhythm of the city.*