Annyeong!~

Glad you made it here. *^* 

This is my first fanfiction which I actually started today... in another language. Yeah, English is not my first language and i spontanuously decided to translate the freshly written material in English and post it here in order to make it accessible to my international friends and hopefully new fans on this site here! ;D

This is a short foreword now, I hope you enjoy it and leave some comments below. :3 In addition to that: Please please please make some remarks if my english at some passages, only this is the way I can learn to do better! So criticize,criticize,criticize! :)

And... If someone would like to be my proof reader before I upload the update and someone could be found to design a wallpaper: I would be glad about you sending me a mail!! *^*

I am going to translate the second chapter now (yes, I even made a second, or first actual, chapter to this already haha ^^) and hopefully you stay tuned for it if you liked this sample now!

So... Enjoy!

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It was wet.

Really wet even, as the rain poured with extraordinarily big drops down on him.

If he didn´t know better and saw himself in this situation, he would assume that he is sitting here for a quite long time.

Because all the litte water drops which continued to set on his clothing hat connected to a thick film which coverered him completely and made the material on him look black.

Although he sat down on the park bench only a few moments ago.

He felt the cold wood through his jeans and asked himself why he actually did this to himself.

He looked up into the grey sky from which the grease continued to fall down. The clouds were hanging dangerously closely low and he had to think of a particular person immediately.

Who wouldn´t have felt too well in this moment.

Because varying air pressure does horrible things to sensitive people.

He sighed lightly and moved uncomfortably in his seat.

Stop thinking about this.

Instead he ducked his head and observed the water falling from his hood down onto the tip of his nose.

Suddenly, he felt someone sitting down next beside him. His eyes immediately traveled to his side as a reflex but he resisted the urge to look at the one.

Instead he fought to free his practically warmed right hand from the pocket of his jacket and took the flat object which was handed to him from the right. He let it slip backt ogether with his hand into his pocket and stood up without looking at the face of his opponent.

It rained the whole way back to his apartment. This is why he only reluctantly chose to free his hands from his comfortable pockets in order to put the key for the house in its lock and to turn the knob after some futile slippery attempts one quarter of a turn to the left.

He pushed the door open and faced his mailbox.

It was fixed on eyelevel and he was thankful for that since he moved into the decent skyscraper in the center of Seoul.

He had had to fight with himself several times in his old apartments when he had to bend down to a very low hanging mailbox and cope with the aching back the whole day at work while cursing the renters and landlords.

He let thed elicate key slip into the lock and a number of advertisements as well as letters in neatly sealed white evelopes fell onto the ground infront of his feet.

"Not again", he mumbled annoyed to himself and bent down to get the pack of papers and to study it superficially on the way upstairs to his flat.

Arriving infront of his door he typed the code into the small keyboard next to it and opened it with a silver key.

He let the advertisements fall down in the hallway nonchalantly. It didn`t matter to him whether the renter made a fuss again.

He put his wet jacket down, tossed the key ring - there were conveniently only three keys attached to it - into a bowl on the sideboard and the letters straight next to it. A quick glance into the mirror above told him that he was still himself and the reflection of his dark eyes stared back at him.

How reassuring, he noticed drily.

He spread wet stains from his dripping wet hair and clothes while crossing the kitchen and nticed that evetything still looked the same as how he left it. Gloaming prevailed and the shadows reeped from out of their corners.

Finally he arrived in the most important room of his apartment.

His bed room and office was filled with the subtile scent of another person which was apparently still lying in his bed.

Consistent calm breathing filled the room which was slightly enlightened by the pc monitor.

Accompanied by the low whirr of the working machine, he opened the drawer of his wooden desk and tossed the handy object into it. He found his gun next to the credit card.

He took it into his hands, examined it in the sparse light which flooded in from falling onto the eastern side of the building from outside.

The rain sung its song, he looked at the black head of hair of the person lying in his bed who had had the face averted into the other direction and breathed in the fresh scent in his room.

The black, shiny weapon in Yongguk´s hands did menacing clicks when he loaded it.