Handprints, Rain, and the Grace of Small Reroutes
In Search of BTS Handprints
The rain started just as I stepped out of Seollang Station. Light, steady, indifferent—like Seoul reminding me who’s in charge.
I hadn’t planned much, just held a loose hope that maybe the day would surprise me.
In my mind, I imagined wandering through Apgujeong, sipping something dreamy at a BTS-connected café, chasing sunset light through side streets.
But Seoul rerouted me. The café had vanished. The rain kept falling. And grace arrived anyway—in the form of handprints, ribs, and waffles across the street from what used to be.
Sometimes the day you didn’t plan softens you in ways a perfectly mapped itinerary never could.
📖 The Plan
I woke late—around 9 a.m.—and stayed in for a quiet lunch. My roommate had plans for a facial and a shopping spree, so we split ways. After I ate, I finally headed out solo, umbrella in hand.
My first stop: Jamsil Sports Complex, where I’d been meaning to find the BTS handprints tucked near the Music Star Zone.
The rain lightly tapped my umbrella like a metronome, and for a moment, it felt like a slow-moving pilgrimage. Their handprints were more than an exhibit—they were proof. Proof that they were here. That they left something behind.
There was something grounding about seeing their handprints pressed into stone—as if their impact wasn’t just global, but physical. Like proof that they passed through here too.
I think I spotted another ARMY while I was there—someone scanning the sidewalk like I was. But I didn’t speak. Sometimes belonging doesn’t need conversation. It’s just being seen in the same sacred place.
Afterward, I made my way to Apgujeong Rodeo, hoping to visit a spot I’d bookmarked a while back—a place I’d imagined sitting in, sipping coffee slowly as a soft reward for surviving the week.
But that café was gone, replaced by a fashion boutique polished with mirrors and mannequins. All flash, no warmth.
So I stood at the crosswalk with my craving still in my chest and thought I’d just get waffles for Roy Desserts.
And I did.
“Disappointment is just the first draft of grace.” —Shauna Niequist
The cream cheese waffle was delicious, crispy on the edges, and comforting. I watched people go by through the café window, letting the day unfold without needing to chase anything more.
It wasn’t what I came for—but it fed me anyway.
Later, on my way back home, I bumped into my roommate. We decided to grab dinner and went looking for Korean BBQ. But none of the nearby places served beef—just pork. So again, we pivoted. We found a local LA galbi spot, ordered ribs, pancakes, and eggs.
The ribs arrived sizzling—glazed and tender, the scent of smoke and soy curling upward like a benediction.
We talked about our day, shared bites, and let the detour be enough.
We wrapped the night watching BTS videos on the couch—tired, full, and softened by the gentle rhythm of a day that refused to perform, yet still delivered.
✨ Soul Insights
1. Not everything missing is a loss.
The café was gone, but in its place, I found something better: stillness, memory, waffles. What disappears sometimes makes room for what nourishes.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” —Ecclesiastes 3:1
2. Rain slows you down for a reason.
If it hadn’t rained, I might’ve rushed past the handprints or missed the café altogether. But the drizzle invited me to walk slower, notice more, and receive the day as it was.
3. Connection doesn’t always need words.
The fellow ARMY at the handprints and I didn’t speak, but our presence together was enough. Sometimes shared intention is a form of communion.
“Sometimes we are simply meant to witness each other’s journey.” —Brené Brown
4. Changing the plan doesn’t mean missing the point.
This wasn’t the day I expected, but it was the one I needed. Each reroute was a reminder that purpose doesn’t always come with clarity—it often comes with peace.
“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.” —Proverbs 16:9
5. Nourishment can be ordinary.
Waffles. Ribs. A BTS music video marathon. Today’s grace came through food, laughter, and pauses—nothing dramatic, yet deeply restoring.
“Grace meets us where we are but never leaves us where it found us.” —Anne Lamott
🌙 Final Thoughts
I even decided not to go to In The Soop this year—a decision that once felt like missing out, but now feels like a quiet promise to return when I’m meant to.
Not every day has to hold fireworks or fanfare. Some just need to hold you.
Today didn’t give me what I expected.
It gave me something gentler.
Not every story needs a climax.
Some just need warmth, a window seat, and a plate of waffles to remind you—
you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
Your Turn
Have you ever been rerouted by grace?
Tell me your “waffles over what-ifs” story in the comments or DM me on Instagram @soulpath_insights.
I’d love to hear where life surprised you with sweetness.
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