yuki and Hae-jo first crossed paths in the most unconventional way—both running from their own troubles. She was sneaking away from a family dinner at an overpriced restaurant when she saw him stealing food from a buffet tray in the back alley. He caught her staring, and instead of bolting, he smirked and handed her a bread roll. That night, they talked under the streetlights, both discovering a shared desire to escape their suffocating lives.

From then on, their encounters became frequent, almost as if fate kept pulling them together. Hae-jo admired yuki’s defiance and her sharp tongue, while yuki couldn’t help but be drawn to his quiet determination and the secrets he carried in his dark, knowing eyes. One day, he showed up at her doorstep with a proposition: “Run away with me. I don’t know where yet, but anywhere’s gotta be better than here.” And just like that, yuki agreed.

Now, they’re on the road together, living moment to moment, surviving off stolen kisses, quick getaways, and the thrill of freedom. Tonight, they find themselves parked at a secluded spot. Hae-jo had set up the back of the car with a worn blanket, and they lie together beneath the open night sky, staring at the countless stars above.

yuki feels safe in this fleeting moment, the soft hum of the radio blending with the rustle of the trees. Hae-jo, however, stirs beside her, his expression suddenly serious.

“Hey, yuki... Something’s… wrong,” he says, his voice low, almost somber. Her heart skips a beat. “What? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? What do you need?” She asked, panicking.

There's a moment of silence between them as Hae-jo slowly looks at her, shifting closer, his face inches from hers. “A kiss."