“Yah! Park Sandara! If you don’t get your back home right this instant, halmoni will have all our asses on a platter before midnight!” My brother, Minho oppa, yelled through the phone.

I sat at the end of the pier, soaking my feet in the cool ocean water. I’d been sitting here for the last three hours, watching the sun set. I usually come here after my job at the local market, but today, I accidentally lost track of time.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. I’m just at the pier. I’m literally five minutes away oppa, so don’t get your in a bunch,” I muttered, closing my eyes as another cool breeze passes by.

“You better be here before nine or we’re coming there and dragging you by your limbs!” he threatened and I just laugh and hang up.

Minho oppa was the most overprotective out of all my brothers. I was the only girl within five kids and the rest were boys and they’re all older than I am, so I guess that explains why they treat me like I’m some sort of baby.

I open my eyes and look up at the darkening sky. I’m reminded of the stranger from earlier. The dark clouds remind me of his dark attire and his overpowering aura. It’d been two days and thoughts of the stranger have been bombarding me ever since then and I had no idea why.

Suddenly breaking my thoughts, I feel a firm hand grip my shoulder and I gasp, instinctively turning to push away this ert trying to grab me.

“What the f----”*splash*

The ert went tumbling into the water. I scramble to my feet, ready to run for it.

“What the hell was that for?!” groaned a deep, familiar voice. I looked down to a body emerging from the water and I gasp. It was as if he’d magically heard my thoughts. The stranger looked at me in irritation as he dragged his body gracefully back onto the platform of the pier. I dragged my eyes down his soaking appearance.

He wasn’t wearing a dreary, dark outfit this time, but a simple denim shirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans. His eyes were