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The cold mid-night breeze steadily moved in the air.
Seoul city was already off to bed, as there was only the moon-light showering it's dim light.
The young boy was having his mid-night walk around the neighborhood. One hand placed inside his pocket and the other one held a bottle of soju.
Taking a gulp from his drink, he took a moment to admire the dark sky.
Tiny stars gleaming brightly under the dark sky, as the moon was flexing its beauty.
Another gulp and he felt a little off, throwing the drink away inside the dustbin, he placed both of his inside his jacket's pocket and walked further more.
The cold breeze slapped his face, and softly caressed his red ketchup hair.
He heaved a sigh, his brain was messed up with thoughts and questions.
Kicking the stone on the ground, he bit his lip.
“Aggressive much”.
A rusty old voice was heard, earning the boy's attention. His eyes noticed an old man sitting by the corner of the street.
He decided to ignore the old man, and took his steps ahead.
“Young with face but, old with brain”. The old man spoke, but the boy ignored him.
The old man let out a chuckle, before following the boy from behind.
The boy felt awkward because of the old man. The old man was walking just beside him which made it extra awkward.
“Uncle, do you need any help-
“Call me, Mr. Bang”. The old man cut off the boy's words.
“You look tense, young man. Perhaps, is something bothering you?”. Mr. Bang asked.
The boy ignored Mr. Bang's words and proceed to walk faster, but the old man was stubborn enough to follow him ahead.
“Mr. Bang, does your house lay at the same area?”. The boy asked.
“Nope. I'm just eager to know what's inside your mind, young man”. Mr. Bang smiled, both hands joined together at the back.
