This City Is No Place for Goldfish [BTS Fanfic] 1.2

1.2

Twenty minutes later...

She stood in the middle of a narrow street where three alleys forked into seven, all with the same name: "𝗕𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝟮-𝗴𝗶𝗹. " A bicycle brushed past her. A dog barked. Somewhere, a child screamed "𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯! '

She unfolded the map again.

Still no help.

Y/n

How is everything labeled 'left of the fish shop'?

Y/n

There are five fish shops!

She turned in a slow circle, muttering.

She sighed, dragging her duffle behind her.

Y/n

This thesis better win a damn award.

The map was useless.

And now it was flapping like a wonderful bird in the wind as Y/n fought to keep it open.

Y/n

Left from the train station, turn at the second fish market, go until you see a laundry line with red socks...?

she muttered, squinting.

Which socks? Everyone had socks.

Everyone had fish.

Everyone had alleys.

And every alley looked like it hadn't seen sunlight since 1974.

She turned around again, almost walking into a bamboo broom propped against a wall.

A voice hit her from somewhere below.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁."

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