❝Why are you following me? ❞ she summoned, her eyes observing the glowing lights of Seoul. Nothing from this hight could intimate the broken city, the stray bullets, the gang's obligation to tear each other apart, the fear of civilians, the corruption of the police enforcement... Nothing at all but them. ❝I vowed to protect you.❞ his voice was barely heard with the distant sound of the police siren echoing in the streets. ❝You can't protect me.❞ not with when his life was always going to be on the line for or without her.

❝ Holá, you reached Kim Namjoon, please leave a message. ❞ She heard the following tune when she placed the phone between her ear and shoulder picking a button down and clean pants from the closet as she spoke: ❝ Mi amor, the policia just called. They said something about finding your car in Jeju. Just call me, okay? ❞

My life seems simple to others, my parents see me as the perfect child, my school sees me as the popular girl, the girl with all the friends. The girl that has straight A's, and has perfect attendance. The girl...... with a perfect life.