You went to high school with Yeonjun. Since the first time you even laid eyes on him, you knew you would grow to have the biggest crush on him. In school, you and him were pretty close friends. You guys had a somewhat flirty friendship. He was so nice and respectful and really funny, always finding ways to make you laugh.

One day, April 23, he didn’t show up to school. You thought he had just been sick that day, so after school you texted him…no reply. The days followed and he never showed up to school. Days turned into weeks that turned into months. Teachers stopped calling his name for attendance and everyone slowly forgot about him. You were heartbroken. The boy you had grown to really like just up and left without a word. Some rumors spread, like he had died or something or maybe joined a secret organisation. The name Yeonjun Choi was a faint memory of the school halls.

High school ended and you moved on with your life. You went to college and finished at the age of 22. You decided to move to South Korea and look for a job there in your profession. Your Korean language skills weren’t the best but they weren’t that bad so you could manage. One night, you went out to one convenient store that was walking distance from your apartment building. While walking down the sidewalk you saw someone stumbling around with a bottle of what looks to be alcohol in their hands. You got a closer look and-….holy shit…that’s Yeonjun. His hair was dyed a loud red color and he looked totally out of it.