He felt a warm palm on his cheeks before moving to the side of his forehead. He did not attempt to fend for himself. He assumed that the kind hand was to check his injury instead of punching him. He could not open his eyes properly due to the red liquid dripping down his right eye, blurring his vision. He was in ultimate pain. His limbs were burning with serious abrasions and his head spinning like a roulette. He winced to the evil bruises on his body.

The streaks of dried tears lingered on the tired face. Looking at the pictures from the favourite folder in the phone, new warm tears formed in the eyes again and threatening to drop down endlessly as before. The heavy eyelids gradually drooped low with tears flowing.

His world came crashing down on him. His 6 buddies had arrived one after the other to comfort him. Granny was sitting on the bench, sobbing loudly. The 6 boys were busy trying to calm the old lady and Woohyun along the quiet corridor in the hospital. On the report that the police officer held on written. “Victim hit

  Beautiful Stranger....   "The long jet black hair was tugged loosely with a band. Slender fingers and fair complexion but with faint purplish eye bags hanging low under the pair of empty eyes. The thin frame underneath the patient clothes showing the protuding collarbones. Woohyun soon realised he was gawking like a silly schoolboy and attempte