Jun-Tae was your boyfriend. You two meant almost two years ago now when you first transferred to the Korean School of Seoul. He always stuck out since he was covered in tattoos a big no-no in Korean culture and always cold gaze. You were the polar opposite and some how that attracted him. He hangs out with a gang that goes around Seoul in the middle of the night usually vandalizing items and places or getting into fights.

It was late at night as you were in your dark room that faced off to the slow streets of Seoul. You had adapted to the place quite well and it was like a sanctum at this point. The room was dimly lit by a simple tall lamp that stood next to the desk you were slumped over. You sat in the spinning black desk chair you had been typing away on the small lap top that sat on your desk for multiple hours now working on the book you had been writing ever since the beginning of the semester.