The first time I went to Seoul after all that had gone down with Duri, I wasn’t trying to look for him. But when a person you used to know goes away because you left them on the side of the Pacific Ocean on the night his entire world changed and took an entire music industry with it, sometimes the only solace you can afford is to trace some of his steps. See if we can catch a whiff of what he must’ve seen or smelled when he was just another Kpop trainee from outside the city trying to navigate the South Korean capital for the first time, before he became the kind of Kpop idol who could never again walk the streets of Gangnam or anywhere else for that matter because it’d be a fire hazard at that point—the mobs he’d draw. Day 1: Gangnam Style I landed on an otherwise dull day on the week of June, before the monsoons. “Monsoon season, really?” My friend-turned-frenemy Trish said when she heard about the original dates mid-month I had planned on going, right after my birthday. “I hope you like being wet.” “I do, but not from the weather,” I…