Jiwoon had a roomate. They were living in the lonely quartiers of Korea. Jiwoon always did some long walks outside. "I'm busy" that's what he always insisted on telling his roomate. Jiwoon didn't talk much about his outside activities. He always returned late at night. One night he slammed the door loudly on accident. "Aigoo" he mumbled, mentally cussing himself. He quickly threw the gloves in the trash, gulping. Jiwoon put on the fakest smile ever and tried to act casual.