Seoul, After Midnight: RM Fanfiction

There was something intimate about Seoul after midnight.

The empty subway seats.
The rain reflecting against neon signs.
The quiet honesty people carried when the world finally stopped watching.

Maybe that was why talking to him felt so easy.

You knew him only through late-night radio calls and conversations stretched dangerously close to sunrise. He knew you only as a voice lingering between static and silence.

Neither of you expected those conversations to become a refuge.

Neither of you expected loneliness to sound so much like home.

RM X READER

{IT'S MY FIRST BTS FANFIC-bear with me!}