Walking on the stone paths of Gyeongbokgung, stepping on autumn leaves that have fallen for 600 years. The hem of a hanbok sweeps past palace walls, making it feel like a scene from Jewel in the Palace.

Myeongdong at night is full of flavors—cheesy lobster, spicy tteokbokki, and a warm cup of fish cake soup from a kind grandma at the street corner.

The most beautiful moment is sunset by the Han River—cutting open instant noodles with a pair of convenience store scissors while watching the 63 Building glow like honey.

Ah, this city—even the subway announcements sound as soft as a K-drama OST.