(* after a rather impromptu entrance to the apartment the girl had claimed as her own, he’d pushed the door closed behind him as he casually shuffled through the entrance and taking a turn down the hall. no one could really claim anything as theirs in a city run by gang leaders ready to tear the opposing districts apart and well, criminals. however, he wasn’t here as a thief, an arson, or a joker thug - rather, he was there as a friend to share his food findings after the drama that had occurred with the last drop. taking a wild guess that the other would possible be asleep considering the ungodly hour of the morning, he made his way toward the only bed room in the repetitive apartment that was repeated over a dozen times in the abandoned building *) “ soojung - “ (* he called out as he entered the room, making his presence known before he paused by the side of the bed *) “ yah, soojung - “ (* while he didn’t wish to raise his voice, he did opt to drop the bread roll on her face to wake her *)