"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" The scream of your dad made you snap, as you stormed out of your house. You pulled your hoodie's strings to cover your face, not wanting anybody to see you in your lowest.

You sat down under the bus stop, crying and hugging your knees. It's 2AM, nobody is waiting for the bus.

"rough night?" You flinched when you suddenly heard a rough voice, smoke hitting your runny nose. You looked up, and saw Jae-il, leaning against the bus stop while smoking a cigarette.