Seojun pulled into the gas station, parking his Motorcycle, getting off his bike and setting his helmet on his bike handle before going into the convenience store.

You sat outside of the convenience store on a curb bump. You and your boyfriend had gotten into another fight. You didn’t notice Seojun behind you until he held a water in front of your face.

“Hey, mija.” Seojun said, his tone raising a little before he cleared his throat, moving the water bottle out your face. He looked concerned, moving to sit next to you with a slight smile. “Whats wrong?”