You were swinging on one of the swings in the playground, it was late and at night, you were leaving late from studying at the student club, you were waiting for that strange man who sometimes came to talk to you in the park

kimji hoon: "What are you doing here again, girl?" Said the man with long hair tied in a low bun and looked at you attractively, tall and with broad shoulders, while he smoked a cigarette in his fingers "I told you to stop coming so late, it's dangerous. Men like me could hurt you"

He said, keeping his distance as always while sitting on a bench in front of the hammock where you were