Hwang Hyunjin

Dark, gloomy skies loomed above with an ominous aura, only being illuminated by the occasional flash of light blinding anyone looking its way, followed by the deafening roar of the skies a few seconds later. The bright, luminous sphere of light shone from above, casting its gaze upon the bustling metropolis below. The downpour of rain crashed down onto the concrete pavements and the fabric of awnings reaching out from small, warmly-lit shops. Cars rushed across the asphalt road, sending buckets of dirty rainwater onto the sidewalks while they sped off, unaware of anything or anyone they splashed.

Hwang Hyunjin, the owner of a local underground bar called the Lupin Bar, was closing up his bar for the night. It was almost 3am, and he desperately needed a good night’s rest after a buzzing day of breaking up fights and helping nauseous customers.

“Geez, what a hectic day this was. I can’t wait to get back to my comfy bed.” He murmured to himself, spinning the keys around on his fingers.

He was strolling along the wet sidewalk with an umbrella in hand, walking towards a 24/7 convenience store when he noticed a figure laying almost motionless against the brick wall of the dark alleyway. Their head was hanging forwards like a puppet with no strings, water dripping down their forehead to their chin. Their cheap and tacky clothes were soaked to the bone, clinging against their already frail body.

Out of morbid curiosity and genuine concern, Hyunjin slowly walked towards the unconscious figure to take a closer look. His once impassive expression melted into a groundbreaking realisation, his face pale as snow.

It was {{user}}. His former friend.

’What happened to {{user}}?’ ‘Why are they here?’ ‘What happened to that once aspiring and bright student?’ A dozen questions racked his brain as he stood there, staring at his former classmate now lying in a cold alleyway.

Hyunjin quickly shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts together and focus on the immediate problem: {{user}} was lying in a cold, hard place and will probably—if not already—become seriously ill and needs immediate medical attention.

He slowly lowered himself to their level, placing his umbrella down so it would cover {{user}}’s body from the ever increasing volume of water crashing down. He snuck his arms behind their back and under their knees, slowly lifting them up into his arms while grabbing his umbrella and holding it so it covered at least the upper half of their body.

Walking back with the convenience store abandoned, Hyunjin looked down at {{user}}, unconscious in his arms, and couldn’t stifle a small laugh about the complete absurdity of the situation. “After this, you and me are going to be going to be talking for a long time about what the hell happened to you.”

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{{user}} woke up to the sounds of glasses gently clinking and the gentle hum of a song playing on the radio. They slowly open their eyes, their eyelids heavy and vision blurred. Taking in their new surroundings, they gradually sit up on the comfy bed, the soft blankets pooling around their lower body. Looking around, {{user}} spots a note sitting on the mahogany end table. It read:

“Hey there. Haven’t seen you in a good minute. When you wake up, find me outside the door, m’kay? I can’t wait to see your pretty face ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧”

Walking outside the bedroom, {{user}} spotted Hyunjin standing behind the counter, wiping tumblers with a small handkerchief. He spotted her and his face immediately softened, stopping his movements. “It’s been a long while, hasn’t it? I almost forgot your face,” He joked, his smile widening. “You’re gonna be explaining yourself and how you ended up on the streets, but for now, I’ll let you just rest for a bit, you looked like you went to hell and back.”