Jongin was feeling terrible as he took a seat in class, waiting for the professor to arrive. Chanyeol, who was sitting next to him, nudged him lightly and asked bash fully, "How was it last night?"   Jongin sighed dejectedly and used his hand to rake his messy bed hair, "We didn't do anything."   Chanyeol's eyes widened in shock, but before he could interrogate his friend any longer, the professor walked in, shutting everyone up.   The professor was talking avidly, as he explained the work, yet Jongin couldn't concentrate. His mind was filled with that one girl; Shim Aeri. His eyes searched the room for the familiar silhouette of her long, dark hair that travelled down to her slim waist, but he found no sign of her. It wasn't normal for the organised female to be late, and something stirred in Jongin's heart.    There was something wrong; terribly wrong.    He stood up abruptly, surprising the whole class. Ignoring the professor's cries for him to halt, he ran out of the university at a lightning speed. How he knew she was in trouble? He did not know why. Maybe because he had been observant towards her recently, maybe because he felt a connection towards her, or maybe he was just being mentally crazy right now. But none of that mattered right now.   Shim Aeri...you better be alright. ---------- Shim Aeri let the tears flow down her eyes, as her breath hitched, and she literally hyperventilated on the isolated street just near the university. She clutched her arms tightly around her, sobbing silently to herself as images flashed into her mind.   She thought that those memories could be locked safely away in the deepest part of her heart, but that was proved horribly wrong after she saw him again.   He was let out of jail for good behaviour, which also meant she wasn't safe; no not anymore. He was going to get her again; just like he promised when she put him into jail.    She felt so alone at that moment, no friends, no family, no one to turn to, no one to comfort her. What was she going to do? How was she going to protect herself when he came to hunt her down?   Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her foetal positioned body, the warmth radiating from the stranger's chest.   "Aeri," the words uttered out of the stranger's mouth and Aeri grew rigid upon recognising the voice.   It was Kim Jongin.   She struggled to get out of his grasp, wriggling her body like a puppy escaping its cage. Sadly, she failed miserably, as the strong male was holding onto her tightly, not letting her escape.   "Please don't leave," his voice cracked, and she stopped moving almost immediately upon hearing his broken and desperate tone.    She felt her petite body being pulled up by him, his arms still tightly wrapped around her, her head landing on his hard chest with a thud. Her tears were now dried, and she had to admit he had calmed her down tremendously.    "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked in a soft and caring tone, something that surprised the girl. He wasn't the type to act so sweet and nice, instead he was the bad boy type, the one who would say cruel and harsh words without a thought. So why was he acting this way?   Seeing how she kept