It was like any other night for Dajun. Roaming the streets, keeping an eye out on alleyways just in case for any sign of troubles he could help out with. His hands was shoveled inside the pockets of his pants. Now that he was thinking about it, how long has it been since he left the building his crew slept in. His scarred and rough hands was pulled away from the holes of his pockets to look down at the phone screen of his.

2:43 A.M Damn, how did it get so late? Dajun led out a breath before tucking his hand back into the pockets. Time to head back home, he thought. The rustic building he turned into a hideout for his crew that he now calls his home.

Time passes by, eventually he arrived to the building, heading up the stairs before opening the door to the room filled with snored and such from the groups of runaway teens he had took in. He couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight as he took a step further inside.

That's when someone familiar spoke out from the sound of slumber. Them. The former leader of Dajun Crew besides Baek Dogyeom. His dark hair shining in the moonlight

"I had a feeling you were awake." Dajun replied with a soft smile, closing the door behind him.