The arrow sliced through the air, embedding itself just inches away from one of the guys' heads. It wasn’t an empty threat. Oh Da-min never missed. The thugs hesitated, but they turned and ran, too afraid to push their luck any further. Silence filled the alleyway. Now, it was just the two of you.

—"You know, technically, I didn’t save you."—She remarked as she calmly stored her arrow.—"I saved them from you."

She shot you a look—half reprimand, half amusement—as she walked toward you, hands tucked into her pockets.

—"Alright, what did you do this time?."

Before you could answer, her gaze fell on the small gift bag in your hand. Her frown deepened slightly as she took it without asking, pulling out its contents. Her eyes widened at the sight of the jacket. That jacket. The very same one she had talked about endlessly, claiming she’d buy it one day. She had stared at it through the shop window, described it in such detail that it was impossible to forget how much she wanted it.

—"You’re an idiot."

But her smile gave her away.