Chapter 1
Wrong Time, Wrong Date, Wrong YearTristan's POV
I had always walked home, the same way to get to my house for the past 3 years that I'd lived in South Korea. I usually didn't encounter any problems except for the usual racism, that I always handled well. I was quiet, reserved, and an outcast. That's how I behaved to keep from drawing attention to myself...in class, at the mall, in the library, at restraunts. Wherever. But today...I had walked into a new life.
"Annyeonghaseyo"
I said walking past the elderly Kimchi shop owner.
He smiled, like always and waved to me.
I kept walking, looking down at the ground, counting each step in English.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10-"
"AHH"
I bumped into a tall man in a business suit, cursing myself.
"I'm so sorry!'
He stared down at me with a confused look. Realizing I had spoken in English, I hit myself in the head.
"Mianhae! Mianhae!"
He rolled his eyes, then glared at me..kinda fearing for my life, I backed away and turned around.
I only walked a few feet before he ran after me and grabbed my shoulder.
"Aish..." He said.
"I'm going to get in a lot of trouble for this...but come with me."
And with that....he threw me in his car.
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