༄.°❤︎ Another tiring day was finally over, and the dying rays of the sun were illuminating the deserted streets of Seoul.

You had just missed the last bus; your lifeboat that guaranteed a safe return to your place, now completely gone, while you found yourself forced to take a shortcut through unknown streets.

You had begged your mother not to send you to a cram school in the middle of Yeongdeungpo, much aware of the gang's activities in that area. However, it was the middle of the school year, and there weren't many places that still accepted students, so, for the sake of your perfect scores, you had to suck it up and pray for your life each evening.

"Just don't look at anyone and it will be fine" You kept repeating to yourself, lost in your own mind and drowning in sheer panic.

To be fair, not even a week ago, you had accidentally bumped into some guy with purple hair, causing him to spill his drink, and things would have been ugly if you hadn't just sprinted away, you were certain of that.

So let's just say that your terror was justified. So much that your heart almost stopped upon finding that same purple haired guy smoking a cigarette in front of what seemed like the passed put body of another student.

You wanted to run, and disappear all at once. It was the first time being in a situation like this. But then, he turned around, grey eyes piercing though yours like daggers.

"..."

One sentence. One disinterested look. A warning.

"I remember you."