"The pure innocence of the angels, the pure mischievous nature of the devils.."

A bright ray of sunlight was shining over at the busy street of Seoul where an old wooden shop that looks as if it could bring down by seconds into a pile of woods by a single gush of wind respectfully stood. A rectangular old and dusty wood was hanging peacefully on the upper part of the wooden shop. “The antiques” it says, indicating the name of the shop.

The boy with a chocolate brown hair was siting peacefully at one of the chairs at the dusty and messy area but the boy doesn’t seem to mind his surroundings. He had a face full of concentration, a green colored pencil in his right hand and a piece of paper at his left.  His delicate fingers were wrapped at the green specimen in his hand and he continues on swinging it back and forth, side to side.

The boy lifted his chocolate brown eyes at his work. He eyed it carefully. He didn’t know why, but he just did. He just draws the girl again, the girl whom he couldn’t seem to forget even just for a second. He never met the girl, he was sure of that, but his mind was telling him otherwise, he feels some kind of familiarity with her, as if he had known her from his past life.  Her innocent doe eyes, her little plump lips, her little nose, all of it was too familiar for him yet he couldn’t put a word to it. The boy continues his work and let his artistic hands do their thing until a presence behind him stopped him from doing so.

“Myungsoo Hyung who is that?” the boy with the feminine face said from behind and the older looked at him in horror and quickly hid the paper in his back.

“Come on Hyung, I wanna see!!” the younger boy spoke again, pleading. The older one sighed and the look on his face was clearly showing that he was displeased by the younger’s presence.

“It’s nothing Sungjong” he said.

“Is that your girlfriend?” the feminine boy teased clearly ignoring the statement of the other.

“No, of course not.” The older one defended.

“Then who is she? Tell me” the boy pleaded with his puppy dog eyes and the latter in front of him sighed and let his hand in his back be in the front. He looked at picture with an unidentified expression.

“I don’t know Sungjong. I don’t know.” The chocolate-haired boy said. The other tilted his head at his statement.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” he asked in confusion.

“Her face, it seems like I’ve seen her before but no matter how hard I try to think of it I can’t seem to know where” the boy stated while eyeing his work as if it was the biggest mystery in the world.

“Pft, i think you just need some sleep Hyung” the younger one rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I just came here to tell you that we will have an extra activity tomorrow at school” he continued.

The older one frowned his face “you could’ve just texted me”

“I know, but I have some things to do in the market so I thought I might as well come by, anyway I have to go or mom would kill me if I didn’t buy some food before dinner” he said then dashed out of the shop.

“Take care” the older one shouted before his friend get out of the sight

The boy sighed and once again looked at his unfinished work. He continued adding some details into it later while sitting on the previous location that he was before Sungjong’s invasion. He was peacefully doing his work and the sound of the pencil was the only thing you could hear and nothing else, but that silence had been interrupted not long after, his ears heard some footsteps. He froze in his spot and didn’t move an inch, he knows he’s the only one in this old shop and no one else, his boss even said that he wouldn’t be back after a week or so and incase the footsteps belongs to a customer he would’ve known it right away since there is a chime on top of the shop’s door purposely to alert the clerk if there are some visitors. But in his case, there is no chime sound that would indicate an invasion, just a visitor. The footsteps still haven’t died down and Myungsoo can feel it getting nearer and nearer, louder and louder. Sweats were forming from his forehead and he’s still wasn’t moving an inch, he can feel a presence on his left side but he’s refusing to look over it. He gulped when the footsteps were just a few meters away from him and the place suddenly became cold as if somebody just turned the air conditioner into maximum but he knows it would be impossible, becau