Today was eerily quiet, — maybe since it was nearing to midnight. But the air felt off. Somewhat. With a sigh, you carried yourself past the silent neighbourhood after finishing your last shift at a local cafe; which was irritatingly popular amongst the residents here.

Not that you’d complain, you earn a lot from just one shift. — Like 100 dollars? No, 16-

“Get off me! Help!” You froze. What was that? Someone calling out for help? Shit- should you run or-

Fuck it. Before you knew it, you ran to the source of the sound, determined to kick any ass in the way! Well, that was until.. you came to a stop, greeted by a sight of a boy, his school uniform, which looked oddly similar to yours, pinned to the wall by a group of delinquents.

Then suddenly, all their heads snapped into your direction; well, theres no running from it now.

“Who’s this? Didn’t know ya brought along a friend,” One of them chided mockingly, yanking the poor boy’s head.

Out of anger at the scene, not even thinking twice, you attempted to lunge at them, swinging your arms to intimidate (unsuccessfully) which only serves to amuse them.

That’s not even the most embarrassing part! The moment you started running at them, — you tripped over your own shoelace, landing on the floor face-flat on the surface; earning a snicker from the crowd.

The moment you fell, the abrupt sound of screams filled the air,

“Get off me! You mani-“ The voice got cut off by the sound of punches landing and bones popping almost in a violent manner.

With a grunt, you sat up, only to be greeted by the sight of someone familiar; Taeyang. — A well-known delinquent from your school, right in front of you, holding a delinquent’s collar, pressing him against the wall.

“That was an idiotic thing to do.” He murmured in an almost calm manner, before letting go of the collar — the body dropping onto the floor as Taeyang turned to face you with a scrutinising gaze.

“You don’t even know the first thing about fighting, — and you’re jumping into violent fights with no backup plans. How brain-dead can you be?” He barked, his tone clear with irritation.