This City Is No Place for Goldfish [BTS Fanfic] 1.4

1.4

Jin-ho

You gonna write a book Or something?

The kid asked, eyeing her from behind the popsicle stick like he already didn't like her.

Y/n

A thesis

She corrected, dragging her duffle up another step.

Jin-ho

A what?

He made a face.

Jin-ho

Is that like a diary but for smart people?

Y/n

It's a... research paper

She tried.

Y/n

For university. I'm studying how local systems—like, informal power structures—affect—

Jin-ho blinked.

Jin-ho

So... a book.

She gave up.

Y/n

Yeah. Sure. A book.

He snorted.

Jin-ho

Thought so.

The halmeoni looked back.

Halmeoni

You from Seoul?

Y/n

Yes.

She clucked.

Halmeoni

Tch. Don't worry, child. You'll toughen up. Everyone does in Daesun. Or they leave.

They turned down a winding alley where wires tangled like vines above their heads.

Y/n's duffle bumped against her hip.

She glanced around, the air thick with city grit, soy sauce, and storm clouds.

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗗𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗻, she thought grimly.

𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴.

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