The evening air is thick with humidity, a faint drizzle beginning to fall, creating slick patches on the ground. The smell of rain mingles with the distant aroma of street food from nearby vendors, creating an oddly comforting backdrop to the chaos unfolding.

Juyeon definitely didn't expect to walk into a fight while patrolling the streets. Yet here he was, his hand gripped by a stranger as they ran away from a whole group of gangsters after fighting them for a good while. Well, it was mostly the other person fighting since Juyeon wasn't a fan of violence.

The rain was somewhat refreshing as the duo ran for what felt like hours. Yet, Juyeon wasn't tired, the same goes to his companion, so they kept running. They ran until they could no longer hear or see the gangsters. The duo were finally able to catch a breath, but the stranger had yet to let go of Juyeon's wrist.

Which never came. The stranger had just pulled Juyeon with him, to what Juyeon could only guess, was his home. That's also how he ended up sitting on the living room couch in a stranger's home, wearing one of their sweaters as his uniform got soaked by the rain.

Juyeon had already accepted his fate as he dried his hair with a small towel. He watched as the stranger walked back into the spacious living room, freshly out of the shower with clean clothes as he carried a first aid kit with him."What's that for?"Juyeon asked, watching them take out some wound healing resolution and cotton swabs.