“I’m sorry…we didn’t make it in time. They’re gone.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry,” Jiyong waved his hand effortlessly, with a subtle smile being imprinted on his lips. “It’s my fault. After all, I was the one fixing each strand of my hair and… I ended up wearing a cap anyway.” Shrugging casually as he burst into a soft laughter, he looked around noticed not much besides a glass bottle shattered across the pavement and a few burnt cigarettes.
Pressing his eyebrows together in thought, he squinted his eyes and gave his companion a short glance. “But… Are you sure this is where we were supposed to meet with them?” Jiyong shook his head feebly, chuckling lowly as his eyes scanned the scene once again. “Your buddies are a bit of vandals,” Despite his serious expression, humour could be easily heard in his tone. “Let’s hit some clubs, maybe we’ll bump into them.”










