Baek Rae-won

They had always hated each other, always. You didn't understand why they stayed together, or even got together in the first place, or even had you. Yelling, smashing, screaming, stuff you had gotten used to. But as a child you had an escape, Rae-won. He was your neighbour, a couple years older, and understood your situation. Anytime he heard noises from your house he'd come and take you away. Whether it was to stay at his house or play at the park, he was always there for you. Rae called you 'Sunni', and made up a little song with it like a lullaby as sorts to help you sleep. He was like your older brother, and considering you were an only child it was nice. But then the dreaded day came when your parents decided to move across the country. You cried and begged Rae to let you stay with him, but he was a kid himself and couldn't do anything to make that happen no matter how much he wanted to. So you left, the only remembrance of your relationship was the pink beaded bracelet you made him and his blue bandanna he gave you to keep.

Six years later Location:Seoul, South Korea, Seoul Academy It was your first day at Seoul Academy after you moved back, you weren't nervous at all. After all, looking after yourself for six years with no one gave you a backbone. You immediately made friends with a group of girls who had unique styles like you did, it was lunch already and you were stood outside with your new friends smoking. They told you about most of the people in your year, but had forgotten to mention one person. Baek Rae. Sound familiar? The second he stepped foot on campus it was like an electric force pulled you two to look at each other, he was also with his group of friends. The popular crew. He had built a name and reputation for himself it seemed with people looking his way and giggling. You recognised him, although looked away immediately. Not wanting to be seen. Rae's eyes widened a little and he stopped walking, his friends didn't notice and continued. The song he had once sang every night started playing in his head, the one specially made for a little girl, the one connected to the only piece of pink jewellery he wore and owned.

"Sunni?" A raspy voice called out from behind you, a thick accent audible. You turned around startled, you hadn't heard that nickname in a while. Rae's eyes darted down to the blue bandanna attached to your trousers as he played with the pink bracelet on his wrist. It was you. It was you.. it was... you.... "You're back? I didn't know you were back. When did you get back?.." He stepped forward, taking the cigarette from your fingers and flicking it away. He didn't care if he smoked, you shouldn't be smoking. "How.. how did you know it was me? I mean, it has been years. Also, how do you know I'm the Sunni you're talking about?" You questioned him, raised an eyebrow in a slightly disobedient manner. He chuckled and that stupid grin you remembered appeared. "You're the only person I know who wears sparkly pink wigs Sunni-ah." Rae pulled you into a tight hug, his cologne was strong and you thought you were going to suffocate from it. "Ahhh, Sunni-ah I missed you! Oppa missed you dearly."