Returning to her city was a bad idea. She knew that. Even when she stepped foot on the ship sailing to South Korea, five months ago, she knew it would be a terrible decision. However, she had no other option. She had run out of money after travelling around the globe for the past two years in an attempt to hide from her 'family'.
Doing multiple odd jobs, she managed to get by. But when she ran out of the cash she had taken with her, she knew she had to return. If she ran into any trouble out of the country while trying to get some quick cash, there was no way she would not get caught. That was not a risk she was willing to take. This was home turf, and there was nowhere else in the world she would rather be reckless in, other than Seoul.
The first two months back, she had relied on tutoring kids in the neighbourhood where she had rented a small flat. She taught the children English, a language she had learned to speak at a young age. Things ran smoothly until one kid had started uttering swear words, which eventually people caught on to. That was when her only source of income was snatched away. The parents believed that the girl was a bad influence on their children, putting a stop to the tutoring.
Now, she stood at her flat, in front of her landlord as he demanded the rent money for the last three months. As much as he pressed, she could not give him anything. She was broke.
"It's been 3 fucking months! I was lenient with you, thinking I could help out a young girl! If you can't pay up then get the fuck out!" He spat at her. The girl rolled her eyes at his words. She knew well enough that he had no intentions of helping her. He only let it go in hopes of getting something else in return.
"I told you once, and I'm telling you again. I have no money. I will pay you once I get some." She tried to say it as calmly as possible.
"And I'm just supposed to believe you? You haven't been able to pay me all these days. How the fuck are you gonna get cash now?"
"I don't know, I will figure it out."
"That's bullshit. Either give me the money or get the hell out of here!" He was screaming at this point.
Anyone else would have flinched at the harsh words, but the girl was used to this kind of temperament. She grew up around men who only knew this kind of language. She had heard her father yell at his men like this multiple times.
She sighed, looking over at the man who must have been no younger than her father. He had a scornful look on his face as he stared at her, his large frame towering over her. "What do you expect me to do? I have nowhere else to go."
When the man opened his mouth to say something, she half expected to hear him scream again. However, she was surprised to see him close his mouth, smirking at her. He scanned the girl with his eyes, from head to toe. Light hazel eyes, long black hair with a faded hint of blue in it. She wore a white tank top and blue jeans which hugged her shape. A knitted cardigan big enough to hide her body from his perverted gaze. She kicked the heel of her black boots to gain his attention, setting him off from his trance.
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