"N...n-n-n...no.” She muttered sporadically

Her palms began to sweat, and when Sochun's lips curled into that all-too-familiar grin, she knew she had to get away from here. She pushed at his chest, trying her best to wrestle out of his grip. But unlike when they were kids, his grip was ten times stronger.

"If it isn't Ae Doodie..." Sochun whispered coyly at her. "I told you that if you ever return to Busan I'd r*pe you." his voice laced with malice forced Doona's eyes to tear up, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

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Sochun eyed her up and down, sneering as he tightened his grip around her shirt. "You're still as ugly as ever. And you still have this freaking stupid haircut." He let go of her shirt and gripped her hair, to which Doona let out a yelp. "What aren't you going to cry for help, as you did before." Sochun pulled her hair tightly. Doona wrapped her hands around his wrist and dug her finger into his hands, but his grip only tightened. The crowd gasped and swore at Sochun, but he did not seem to mind, instead he flipped them off and finally turned back to speak to Doona. "You have some balls Doodie-"

"Let go of her hair." Doona and Sochun turned to see strong hands gripping Sochun's wrist.

"Or what Chihun?" Sochun dropped the gleeful tone in his voice, replacing it with the insanely scary-tone he only spoke to Doona with. Doona was fighting back her tears, she was tempted to rip her hair off, if it meant getting away from Sochun.

"Look around you..." Chihun gestured at the people around them who were recording Sochun's harassment. "What would your father say? Bullying a woman… even for you." Chihun gritted as he tightened his grip around Sochun's wrist. The two men stared at one another for what felt like hours. Both men were boiling and ready to explode, but suddenly Doona felt the tightness on her scalp loosen, and she collapsed on the floor.

"Fine. Keep that thing away from me." Sochun stepped on Doona's shoulders and pushed her backwards flat on her back. "If I ever see you, Ae Doodie, you're dead." Sochun smiled gleefully and trotted off, leaving behind a horrified crowd. Doona wrapped her hands around her head, and she just laid there, waiting to die. How could she not have known that Paek Sochun would still be Buson? No, she did not even think about that, she was too busy worrying about other things. Tears began to stream down her face, she was going to be the laughingstock of another school, and it was not even her first day.

"Are you okay, Ms. Ae?" Doona felt a hand on her back, and she froze up. Her breath quickened, and she prayed she would die sooner. "Ms. Ae, can you stand up?" his hands began to lift her, but Doona ensured her face remained covered.

"Get out of here." The man with curly hair and round glasses yelled at the crowd. "What else do you gossip-vultures want to see?" He kicked at them, yelling and causing a bigger scene.

"Fine..." One said. "Ugh, who is he?" "he's that uggo that hangs around Chihun..." the next responded. "I think he got some dirt in my eye. Let's leave." "Should I post it? it's pretty funny" Doona heard someone else say, and try as she might, she could not hold back her tears any longer.

Chihun was able to get Ms. Ae on her feet, he stared at the woman. Today was a mess, he missed Minji's performance and got into an altercation with her insane boyfriend because of a girl that called him a thief to his face. But as he was about to walk away from her, he noticed her shirt was getting stained with tears. Was she crying? He thought. "Are you fine?" He hesitated to touch her shoulders rather he placed his hands at his sides. Doona nodded, still shielding her face. "I'll leave your suitcase with Mrs. Matron," Doona nodded her head in agreement again. Was she going to leave her face covered forever? Chihun impatiently thought.

Donna wanted to die some more. Why was he being nice to her? She called him a thief, even though she was the one that foolishly left her suitcase behind. Ugh, if her legs weren't shaking because of Sochun, she would have run away. Why was this happening to her again? What did she ever do that was so wrong? The tears began to spill out some more, and her nose started to run. Suddenly Doona felt a piece of fabric over her head, and a gentle hand on her back.

"Chihun, where are you going?" The curly-haired man called from behind them. "What about Minji?"

"Namsun, I'll watch it on Voptube," Chihun called after his friend. He embraced Doona tighter and walked her towards the bathroom. "I'll wait for you out here." He looked away from her, agitatedly. He did not want her to see him groan because he would rather be watching Minji, but he was stuck here, cleaning up one of Sochun's many messes.

Doona tightened the denim-jacket over her head and stumbled into the bathroom. She finally took it off her head and stared at her reflection. Her face was a mess, her nose was running, and her eyes were puffy and red. "I look like a dumpling," she sighed. "Maybe this time mum would let me move to Canada?" she laughed. "Probably not..." her eyes pricked with fresh tears, and she slumped unto the floor into a sobbing mess.

Chihun had gotten weird glares from women who entered the toilet. They probably thought he was a pervert trying to sneak a peek. So to save appearances, he sat on a bench opposite the toilet. "What is taking her so long?" he rubbed his light-brown short-hair. "Don't tell me she's going to commit suicide?" He stood up quickly. "How would you even do that in a bathroom?" Chihun thought out loud then sat back down. "Crap! I was hoping I could buy another Minji poster." He rested the back of his head against the wall. What did Minji even see in Sochun? Chihun thought to himself. "Other than his father, there isn't one good thing anyone could say about Sochun." His left leg began to fidget as he was getting impatient.

"Thank you for the jacket." Chihun looked up to see who the tiny squeaks were coming from. Did she speak like this on purpose? He thought before he reached out his hand to take back his jacked. But Doona panicked and moved back.

"My jacket?" Chihun looked at her with bewilderment. He noticed her hands began to shake as she stepped forward slowly. Was she sick? "Are you unwell?" He reached his hand forward to touch her forehead, but she swerved his hand and smacked him across the face. Then her eyes widened, and she bent over.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. " Doona muttered over and over. Chihun rubbed his cheek. Well if she was this feisty she could have easily handled that asshole, Sochun. Chihun thought.

"It's fine, just hand me my jacket." He reached out his hand, and Doona slightly flinched. Chihun placed his hands at his sides and then reached them forward, and Doona immediately moved backwards again… What. In. The. Hell? He thought. "Are you scared of me?"

Doona's eyes quickly darted around till they accidentally locked with Chihun's. His kind dark-brown eyes bored into hers, and Doona felt herself break into a cold sweat. "N...n-n-n...no." she sporadically muttered.