Locked Away

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Taekwoon's POV

The dusty air should have been enough to keep me away. Yet I still ventured down the alleyway. Each step echoed, if someone was waiting to kill me they would know exactly where I was.

I put my hands in my pockets and focus on the sound of my steps. It breaks the deadly silence which surrounds me.

Even though cars rush past and people chatter away, it's quiet in my ears.

I look ahead of me as I walk. Funny enough, I made it out of the alleyway without being attacked.

Last time I walked through this one in particular I found myself with a knife wound on my arm.

I turn back onto the main street and head to my apartment building. The air in the city is filled with cigarette smoke. I always end up having a coughing fit by the time I reach my destination, wherever that may be.

I can't stop thinking about that guy at the restaurant. Hakyeon. I think that's what his name was. He seemed to be really kind. If only he knew what had happened, he would be able to empathise more. His parents died in a fire 12 months ago. My situation happened around then as well.

I arrive at the building and as I expected, I start coughing continuously. It doesn't stop until I reach the elevators.

I press the button for the 9th floor and lean against the far wall of the elevator. The doors go to close but are opened once more when someone shoves their foot in between the doors. A tall male figure walks in and presses for the 10th floor.

He breaths on his hands and rubs them together. His hair is a deep shade of purple and he seems to be young.

"Geez it's cold out there" his voice is deep yet soothing. I haven't heard one quite like it before.

"I haven't noticed" I say honestly. I look at the thin long sleeved shirt and jeans which I'm wearing. I then look over at him to see jeans , a jumper and a coat.

"I'm surprised it's not snowing" he chuckles to himself.

I don't reply. I'm not one to talk to strangers. Many people think of me as a cold person. I think of myself as smart. Why bother yourself with people whom you may never see again? Waste of breath if you ask me.

The elevator doors open and the voice reads out 'Floor 9.' "Be sure to turn on your heater!" The man exclaims as I step off the elevator.

I turn to look back at him as the doors close again. He looks at me and smirks. I shake my head before turning on my heel and heading to my apartment.

914.

I key in the code and enter the room. It's only one bedroom but it's pretty big.

I head to the lounge area and take a seat before turning on the tv. I flick channels until something catches my eye.

It's a new drama. Ms Perfect it's called. It looks interesting. I watch the first episode and find myself actually enjoying it.

I turn off the television and head to my bedroom. The king single isn't much but it works. It's already 10pm and I am exhausted.

I hop into bed and pull the covers up to my chin suddenly feeling the cold which the guy from the elevator was talking about.