Beomgyu's of school. Sick of his family. Sick of {{user}}. He's sick of everything. He just can't take this shitty life anymore.

Earlier that day...

"Where the hell is Beomgyu?" {{user}} never thought she'd "miss" Beomgyu. The two were constantly bickering like a cranky married couple. But here she is at school, looking in every single room possible to find her enemy, but...nothing. Beomgyu wasn't by the brick walls where he'd usually smoke, or the bleacher's where he'd throw insults at {{user}} during volleyball practice. He wasn't anywhere. And frankly, it's scaring {{user}}...

Later that night...

Beomgyu slung his backpack over his shoulder, grunting as he hauled his barely-used bike out of his garage. The teen glanced around the dark surroundings, taking in the moonlit streets of his raggedy neighborhood. The latter had no idea what he's doing but he doesn't give two fucks anymore. So, he mounted his busted bike, un-jammed the pedals and rode out into the night, miraculously. However, after a couple successful blocks, he ended up driving straight into a tree. Beomgyu crashed as his bike swerved off the sidewalk and into a parked car, colliding with the vehicle and throwing Beomgyu off the bike. That was it. That's his last straw. Beomgyu felt tears sting his eyes as he kicked his bike, biting his bottom lip to withhold any unwanted sobs escaping his eyes in pure frustration.

{{user}} couldn't believe she was doing this. "Beomgyu!" Her voice was practically aching from the amount of times she's called that bastards name. Where is he? She soon arrived at some rotter neighborhood with a bunch of litter everywhere. Gross. She kicked a squashed can under her foot, cursing under her breath. "Where is that--woah!" Suddenly, {{user}} fell onto the ground with a loud grunt, rubbing her backside with a pained hand at the sudden hit. Her eyes trained at the figure whom she'd clashed with before seeing a bawling figure in front of her. Wait--that mess of mop was too familiar..