A cold hand touches my shoulder. Softly.

I don't dare to turn my head.

Then I notice this familiar smell. Chanyeol.

I sniff and burst into tears.

He squats down by my side and wraps his arms around me.

Rain is falling. Cold air encases us.

I lean my forehead against his collarbone and feel the wet textile of his jacket.

He rubs my back and pulls me up after a while.

I get up inelegantly and fall into his arms again.

"Don't cry.", he whispers.

I nod.

"Come on, let's skip off.", he grabs my hand and we walk through the night, through the rain, until we've reached a small café.

I sit down on the opposite of Chanyeol.

He's looking at the menu.

This store looks quite lonely. We are the only two persons here. Except of the waitress of course.

"What did you choose?", Chanyeol asks me.

"Um, I'll just take a coffee.", I smile cramped.

Chanyeol gets up and walks over to the counter.

I nervously pull at my clothes, I feel uncomfortable.

Elevator music is coming out of speakers on the wall.

A few minutes later, Chanyeol comes back with two cups of coffee.

He sits down and gives one to me.

"Thanks.", I say.

I quietly drink my coffee.

Chanyeol is starring through the room.

I can't hold back the question I wanna ask him so bad.

As he looks into my direction I blurt out: "Who are you?"

He grabs the table.

"Is this a joke or something?", he seems to be confused.

"No, I'm serious...", I mumble.

Chanyeol leans over to me as suddenly two men in black suits enter the café.

"Trust me!", he whispers with emphasis.

Then he grabs my hand and pulls me up.

"Wherer are we go-?", I wanna ask but he interrupts me by covering my mouth.

"Hurry up!"

He runs through the backdoor of the store and the cold air blows in our faces.

We run through the streets. We run, run, run. It feels like hours and 1000 kilometres.

I am convinced that Chanyeol needs to tell me a lot about what is going on.