It was 7.45 at night. You sat on your bed with a safety kit and your laptop beside you. You took out a plaster to replace the bandage that was wrap on your right palm. 'Ouch.' you bit your lips. "Damn." You slowly placed the plaster on to your wounded palm. "Ah, so much in a week. That's what you get for being a loser." You took the safety kit and placed it on your desk.

"~~~~~!" Your mother called. "Help me throw the trash!" You quickly shut down your lappy and ran downstairs. "~~~~~!" "Yae!" You answered. You ran straight to the kitchen. Your mother was washing the dishes. "Waeyo?" You walked towards her. "Help me throw that." She pointed to the rubbish bin. "Then come straight to the dining room. Dinner's ready." "Yae..." You sighed as you took the thrash with you outside the house.

You walked to the thrash can and throw the thrash inside it then you washed your hands at the pipe next to the thrash can. TAP. You gasped. You quickly turned around facing your back. You saw a figure was leaning against the wall. "Argh!" You scream.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. It's just me." You stopped. "Wae?" You walked closer to the figure. "Dongjun ah?" He smiled. "Dongjun! What are you doing here?" You asked with your eyes wide opened. "Chakak. How did you know i lived here?" You asked again, still in shock.

"I didn't." "Wae?" "I was bored, so I decided to take a stroll along this street. Then i got tired and wanted to rest here. And it turns out to be your house, huh, what a coincidence." he lied, but you trusted him and nodded your head. He smirked and looked to the ground.

You bit your lips as you felt it was an awkward situations. 'God, what should i say?' You looked at him. You just noticed, he looked sad. "Yah, kwaenchana?" He looked at you and both your eyes met. You blinked and quickly looked away. He smirked again. "Kwaenchana." Then he looked to the ground again. You let out a breathe. 'Pabo, ah!' You bit your lips and hugged your freezing body