Hearth

He turned his head.

And there, moving slowly through the thinning crowd, was something - no, someone - that made the world pause for a second.

A beautiful fluffy white coat bobbed gently in the wind. Two oversized suitcases wobbled along behind it like obedient puppies. And beneath a head of perfectly tousled hair, the softest, puffiest cheeks Taehyung had ever seen were puffed out with visible irritation.

No expression. No words. Just sheer, calm, blank-eyed chaos.
A walking contradiction of softness and eeriness.

The boy stood there like he had dropped into the wrong dimension - as if his GPS had brought him to a bakery instead of a mountain town.

And something in Taehyung's brain just... glitched.

"Who..." he muttered.

Jimin followed his gaze. "What the hell is that?"

Taehyung stood up slowly, eyes fixed.
"That," he whispered, "is either an angel... or my next destiny."

Nb: Inspired by a motion picture This is a reimagined narrative based on its themes and emotional arc.