PROLOGUE:

               RING RING RING RING RING – a hand reached out from under the blanket and searched for the ringing alarm clock on the bedside table. RING RI – with great force, it slammed down onto the snooze button and successfully shutting up the annoying object. The man under the blanket tossed and turned before pulled down his warm blanket, revealing his scrunched up face due to the sunlight.
He brought the clock up to his face and read the two hands.

6:57

"!" Suddenly fully awake, the man threw his blanket away as he sprang up from bed and ran into the bathroom, discarding his shirt and pj pants on the way before jumping right into the shower.
He didn't even care to wait for his water to warm up and started to brush and scrub his body quickly. 'Late late late late! I'm going to be late!'

Jung Yunho was a punctual man...if you don't count incident like this...
Because if he was on a date, he would show up 15 minutes earlier to make sure he wasn't late. If he went for a job interview, then he would wake up 2 hours before to get ready. And he was never, NEVER, late on the first day of his old jobs, so he will not start now!

He scrambled into the closet while drying his body and looked for his ironed suit from yesterday. Quickly pulled on a white shirt over his tanned body, he button it up and paying no attention to the large scar just below his rib cage that ran up diagonally to his back.

7:10

"Damnit..." He cussed, shoving his legs into his pants. The school was close to his apartment and would take him about 10 minutes driving to reach it. But that wasn't the slightest of his concern, the bus was the problem. The last bus leave in about 5 minutes and at this pace, he would barely make it. Buckled his belt in haste, he slung his tie over his neck and slid on his socks. Deciding the blazer would be a hassle for today, he ignored the perfectly ironed jacket and quickly combed his dampened hair. Not dress for impress, but he at least looked presentable and right now that was enough.

"You can do this Jung." He smirked into the mirrors before running out of the door with his briefcase.

He could totally make it if he run, so he did.

He ran to the bus stop like an idiot and –

"NOO, WAIT FOR MEE!" The gray bus only sped up and getting far and farther away from him. A few housewives shook their head at him, feeling sorry for the poor guy. He only panted on the sidewalk as sweat rolled down his cheeks.

7:17

Calling a cab would be useless, since the damn thing will take forever to come! Screw all public transportation. Why can't he have his own stupid car?! Life was so ing unfair.

He let out a little sighed and stood up. It looked like he'll be losing his first teaching job... so much for this month's rent...

WHOOOSHHH

A breeze suddenly blew past him as he heard a loud screeching of tires. A person on a motorcycle appeared before him.

The person took their helmet off. Black hair fell out against a pale face and the boy before him let out a playful grin.

"Need a ride, Mister?"

School uniform. Young looking. Motorcycle. And piercings.
One word. Gangster. But so what?! The kid was offering a ride! (Okay... so maybe he was being too desperate but his job was important!)

"Yeah! I'm going to Seoul High!" He caught a helmet that was toss at him.

"Great, I'm heading in the same direction" The boy grabbed the handles and twisted the right one, the engine revving up. He was barely on the seat before the bike accelerated out onto the street and slipped between the gaps of cars.

Clinging onto the boy for dear life, he shouted over the wind. "Where's your helmet?! And slow the hell down!"

"Only have one. And driving slow is no fuun!" The boy screamed back.

"Boy, are you crazy?!" He only hear a laugh replied to him.

Okay, maybe Yunho will die before he lose his first teaching job.