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In my head, I could still hear her screaming. My mother. I tried to remember what exactly she said to me, but it was all a blur. Shock had me not listening. I didn't want to listen. I was hurt. I felt abandoned.

I was contemplating what to do, now that I was kicked out of the only place I'd ever called home. The cold wind brushed my cheeks as I was thinking carefully. I had nowhere to go.

I had lived with my mother in Seoul since I was 15, when my dad passed away. Before then, I had never heard from her. I was okay with it though, because I knew she didn't want me. I was happy with my dad. We travelled a lot together, and that was my favorite thing to do.

The thought of my dad brought tears to my eyes.

No money, no food, no roof over my head. The tears that were rushing down my cheeks reached the fresh wound on my cheek bone I'd just been given moments earlier. It stung, but I had no interest in doing anything about it.

Suddenly I felt a strong shoulder bump against mine.

"Sorry, sorry.." I said, not paying that much attention. The man stopped.

"Yuna?"

The man's voice was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on who it was, it was too dark to see properly.

"H-how do you know my name?" I stuttered. A car drove by, and the lights flashed over the man. I instantly recognized him.

"Hoseok?"

Yes, Jung Hoseok. The popular boy I went to high school with back in Gwangju. The boy who, I thought, never even knew I existed. The boy who I had a crush on my entire childhood. The boy with the beautiful smile and carefree attitude.

"What are you doing here? And without a jacket! You must be freezing. Come on" he said and grabbed my arm. He pulled me into a building what seemed to be a café. I hesitantly sat down opposite him by a little round table.