After sitting in the park for about half an hour, you find yourself yawning. Somewhere in between, you had come to a decision to forgive EXO-K. You couldn't stay mad at them, all of them. Not even that nuisance Byun Bakhyun. Your impression towards him softens when you realize that all this while, he has been tolerating you living in the same house.

You remember their concerned faces when you had rushed out the door earlier and sigh. *I should go home now... They're probably worried about me.* You get up and wipe at the back of your jeans for any bracken. Just as you're about to walk, someone grabs your wrist with force and yanks you back down.

“Hey lady, want to accompany me tonight?” a man wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you and you flinch. You can tell that he is drunk because of the way his breath reeks of alcohol.

You panic and push him off you.

“No thank you." you hiss firmly, and get back up, trying to escape. "Please let go of my hand!” You roughly pry his fingers of your wrist.

“Shut up and do as I say!” the man suddenly grips on tighter and pulls you along into a dark alley. “YAHH LET GO OF ME!!” you yell, but the man continues to smirk. "Hey, mister!" you say with uncertain courage, "If you don't let go of me right now, I'll... I'll hurt you!" he continues to ignore you and lifts you up onto his shoulders this time. "Yah, I learned Taekwondo when I was little!" *For three months actually,* you gulp. * I didn't do very well....*

Without another choice, you start to pound on his back, yelling "HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!!!"

"Didn't I say to shut up?!" the man snarls and covers your mouth but you don't give up. You keep screaming and screaming, your muffled voice going heard by no one. Not one soul in the area that night.

“HYUNG!!" a sharp pain suddenly stab