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[ SMS: Eungyeol ] I'm not feeling the love right now.

     ❝ Joesonghabnida -- I might've gotten lost... ❞ were the meek words provided, a clear apology to the small group of men he found himself surrounded by. And judging by the looks on their faces, they hadn't any plans to simply let him continue upon his way.       ❝ I got off on the wrong bus stop. Excuse me. ❞

     But regardless -- they weren't even interested in hearing what he had to say, not with those dangerous looks in their eyes. He understood that such an hour of night in such a place where the air hung thick with smoke and dense with a strange decay that he wasn't sure was so typical of gambling districts. 

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( *TRIES HARDER TO KISS THE EVER ILLUSIVE EUNGYEOL * )

                                           Awake.

                                                                    ( A l o n e . )

                      The dim light of a phone signaled that it was past midnight.

           And all was not right or okay or just.

     The nighttime was when silence was at its zenith in such a seemingly sparse area, interrupted by a few bits of conversation from the distance, or perhaps even an insect making its shrill call. A cough was exhaled, the only initial sign that there existed a living presence within the dark alleyway only an expanse of fifteen steps away. And then what followed next was a scrape of shoe upon gravel before the presence revealed himself to be a man -- a young man. It looked like he had taken a roll down a barbed wire hill, from his various scrapes, bruises, and frayed clothing. Topped off with an unkempt hairstyle, he shivered, pulling his jacket on tighter, fingertips fiddling and tugging at the ragged ends of his sleeves.       He knew he had been spotted by the other, there was no hiding it in the slightest. At such an hour, only those who were up to no good remained upon the streets, roaming for their own purpose -- whether seeking company, solace, or simply a good time, this area wasn't known for any well-to-doers. 

     Yet even with such a lackluster gaze that fell upon the stranger, the passerby, he gave a quick and respectful bow, refusing to look them in the eye as to not seem disrespectful in any form.

                                                                        Shyness?

                                                          Or shame?