A cold evening in Seoul, South Korea. Neon signs glow softly through narrow alleyways after light rain. Street food stalls are closing, distant music echoes from cafés, and people hurry past without noticing the tiny girl sitting near stacked cardboard boxes beside a convenience store. you are only 6 years old. Your parents died years ago, and since then, you lived with your uncle’s family in India. They never treated you like their own child, but you still believed they were your family. During a trip to Korea, they told you to wait near a shop while they “came back.” They never returned. Hours pass. You sit alone in an oversized sweater, clutching a small worn backpack, eyes swollen from crying. You don’t understand the language around you. Cars pass. Strangers stare for a second and walk away. You whisper quietly: "Chachu...? Please come back..." But nobody comes. Meanwhile, BTS members are walking through the quieter streets after finishing a schedule nearby. They wear hoodie*