Today had been a long day for everyone, he mused as he briskly walked along the empty pavements of the streets in Seoul. Aside from the fact that the flesh on his face feels like it is going to freeze and slid off his skull, his eyelids felt as if there were weights placed above it. He was so tired, he didn’t mind sleeping along the pavement but he didn’t want to freeze to death.

He had known that today was going to be a cold, with the wind and light shower making things worse. Until he pulled the glass doors open at two forty am in the morning, feeling the cold wind hit him square in the jaw as he lets himself out of the building, he didn’t know that for certain. He knows that he ought to be elated for the promotion he got; not every guy can strut into SM, work hard and got rewarded by the corporate giant. But he wasn’t necessarily happy, especially since this promotion involves making difficult decisions.

“You sit in a room and you judge who gets to join in this,” his father said, “sometimes I think you are worse than your mother.”

His mother had a tendency to overcomplicating matters, his dad would always tell him. Maybe he was overcomplicating matters, he argued in his head. But it’s not as if he woke every day thinking he will see into things more than they should. More often than not, it bothered him that these girls were there; in one of their training room, eyes dulled as they practice over and over again. It felt wrong, for lack of a stronger word.

“Seongsaenim,” Taking a deep breath, he takes a metaphorical step back. Choosing to drop the whole subject, he turns back to face the girl, long brown hair and bright eyes. Despite the freezing weather and the fact that it is only twenty minutes hitting three in the morning, the smile on her face never ceased to leave, “what are you doing here?”

“Where else do you think I’ll be going near three in the morning?” She had a sheepish smile on her face, as if apologetic for asking a stupid question. She actually meant to strike up another conversation with him because she wasn’t familiar with silence but found that she didn’t know what else to say as the two kept trudging along, quietly. 

The street is dead, and you were lucky to even find a stray ghost w