JR's POV

"Noona!" I hiss as she puts something on my cheeck. The open wound immediately starts burning.

"Aish, get your act together, you softy. It needs to heal fast." Hana is my noona. And a very strict one at that. But I know about her soft

inside (though she probably hates it). Plus, she's the only person I can go to after getting into a fight. Because she asks no questions.

In return, I am prohibited from doing so, too. That's why our relationship is more or less based on business. I keep the bad guys away

from her and she is responsible for treating my injuries and getting information if needed. It's that easy. I am really glad tough that she

is not related to them. My thoughts drift away and the picture of a blonde haired kid arises in my head.

"Noona, say... do you think there's such a thing as destiny?" Me saying stuff like that must have sounded very funny, because she

burst out laughing.

"What the hell, what's wrong with you? Oh, oh I know. It's a girl, right? The 'destined love'." She giggles. "But for a guy like you to say

something so... romantic." I notice how hard she tries to hold back, and it makes me angry. I don't let my anger take over though.

"Be serious, you! Just tell me what you think about it already!" I say, a threatening tone in my voice.

"Oh, it might exist and it might not. Who knows? ... But, hey, who's the lucky one? Is she pretty? Where did you meet?" Hana can't let it

go. She is the only person I know that can ignore my threats without worrying. She is so - easy going. And talks too much,

"It's not a girl. I just - Argh, don't mind." Apparently she does mind and my reaction only reassures her that her guess had been right.

Damn it.

"You're cute when you're angry. But you should learn how to control your temper." With that, she continues her work. Until she

suddenly asks:

"Oh, what about the other youngsters? They alright?"

"Dunno. Haven't contacted them." Hana sighs but since she's not stupid, she notices that I'm not in the mood to talk to her. I really don't

intend to be impolite or to offend her, it's just that- I don't know anymore.

We don't talk until I finally leave. It's late evening by then and the streets are empty. I feel tired so I hurry to get to my apartment fast, it

is not far away, luckily. My phone vibrates in my pocket but I ignore it, I don't want to talk to them for now. Though I hope they are okay.

As I ascend the stairs to my so-called 'home', I wonder if there's still something to eat in the fridge. The shop lifting from before failed

after all. I silently curse myself, it was all due to my own foolishness.

Of course there's nothing. No dinner for me today, I suppose. I spot the water bottle on the small table beside my messy bed and take

a few gulps before falling into the pillows. I end up staring at the ceiling with nothing on mind when I make out a weak knock on the

door, who could it be that late? The realization sends shivers down my spine. And my bad hunch turns out to be right. On tiptoe I

approach the door, just to see - A red letter has been slipped under the door, now lying before me, and I freeze at the spot. My heart

starts beating crazily fast. I have no idea what the letter contains, the only thing I know is from whom it comes. And that simple fact

makes it so difficult for me. I gather all my courage and step towards the piece of paper, picking it up carefully, as if it'd break under my

touch. Of course it doesn't. One big golden letter decorates the front. X. Just like I feared. My nervous hands struggle to open the

envelope, and with shaking fingers I pull out the paper. I take a deep breath before reading on,

Dear Mr. Kim.

We are glad to be able to inform you about the well-being of that person. You will find a proof picture enclosed.

Please note, however, that you still need to pay off your debt to secure her condition. If you choose not to do so, you are aware of the

consequences.

Sincerely,

X.

There is another note mentioning a sum of money. I become desperate after seeing it. This is too much. It's more than before again. I

won't be able to keep that up longer. But I know I have to, for her sake. I smile while looking at the picture, at least she seems healthy.

And happy. Seeing this reassures me that all my actions up until know have been right. What does it matter how I live? As long as

she's okay, I'm alright. And I'd do everything to protect her.

Ren's POV

I keep thinking about the strange incident even days after it. I just can't figure out its meaning. If there is one at all. I am lucky to have a

good memory - I'm sure I'd be able to recognize the guy if I saw him.If I ever see him again, that is.

But I'm just sitting here without moving. Some people notice me and try to talk to me, mostly worried middle-aged women or guys who

try to flirt with me. I don't even look at them. It's not worth it, they all are not worth looking at, because all they do is hurt my eyes. I will

also avoid their tries to touch me. Can't let them do that. It only causes problems.

Am I waiting or am I not?  I even try to keep my eyes open, so that I won't miss him. The stranger that caught my eyes. Like that, I'm

sitting, waiting, and hurting.

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I hope I can keep up with fast updates, but i don't think it'll be possible. Ah, what to do >.<