Escape

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The noises of the busy city of Seoul filled the warm air. Some might say it's quite melodic. Contradictors say it's more of a broken tune. To y/n however, it was white noise. The white noise wasn't her main focus though. She wanted to escape. Escape from this tight crowd.

Shit, fuck. Fuckity fuck and shit! I'm going to be late! What if I get laid off?! I worked my ass off for that job, so why should I get fired when I'm doing perfectly fine? Is what was replaying in her head over and over. Her tardiness filled her mind with worries.

Why was she tardy though?

Last night...

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Wailed y/n. "WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS?!" Mucus formed in your throat while snot slowly dripped down to your chin and the unstoppable waterfall of tears flowed at an immaculate speed. Breathes turned into quick huffs, making it difficult to talk properly.

"I KNOW RIGHT?!" Replied y/n's dearest and bestest homie, (bff/n). "THEY COULD'VE PUT IN THAT SCENE WHERE GO HA JIN MEETS WANG SO IN THE FUTURE!"

"AUFGHHHHHAHHHHUGHHH" you both hollered out in frustration and lament. Grabbing the can of beer, you both inhaled the alcoholic liquid in sheer anger like how Kirby inhales other characters. And in unison, you both ferociously stabbed the tteok-bokki and aggressively chomped it off the bamboo paddle skewer.

Yup, you've guessed it. They rewatched Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo for the 50th time from its release in 2016, to 2022. After finishing a duo project for Google and loosing multiple matches in comp with one another in Valorant.

They were so sober from all that sobbing that (bff/n) decided to crash at y/n's house. Since they just finished sobering up and eating at 6 am.

To the present...

Running down the stairs and into the train station, she quickly slid the card across the scanner and dashing towards the closing doors of y/n's train. The sounds of fast and repetitive clacking was loud enough for people in a 20m radius could hear from y/n's high heels. Y/n hopped that she could make it in time. To y/n's dismay, the doors immediately shut before she could reach the painted yellow line.

Great! I'm definitely going to get fired. I'm so fucking braindead right now. You slapped your forehead out of stupidity. Why the fuck did I decide to sleep at 6 am when I need to wake up at 7?! Now I'm here at this shitty ass place at like what?! Y/n glanced at her I-phone 6 plus. The cracked screen did not reply. Instead, it was black and showed a low battery sign. Welp. I don't even know the time now! Actually fucking trolling right now.

Y/n sighed out of tiredness. Nothing goes her way. She tried understanding it. But she couldn't. She tried adapting. But it only inflicted more pain and confusion. She tried not being entitled but was envious of those who were. Why couldn't she have those things that others have?

30 minutes have passed and her train has finally arrived. Still, it was packed with people and the seats were already full. Sighing for the trillionth time, she massaged the area of her nasal bone out of distress and tiredness.

Suddenly, an unknown hand started touching y/n's butt. Startled, she quickly turned her head around fast enough to see who retracted their hand behind their back. And of course, it was an old fat man with the fake costanza hairstyle, who probably is in his early 50's, in a brown suit with a red plaid tie with black oxfords holding a brown leather suitcase. Furious, you balled your fist and punched him in the face with a cross punch, making him land on his butt while clutching onto his left cheek.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH WOMEN AGAIN YOU MOLESTER!" Y/n shouted. "DON'T YOU EVER STEP FOOT ON THIS TRAIN! IF YOU DO, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WILL NEVER LIVE THE DAY TO SEE YOUR WIFE AGAIN YOU BRAINDEAD OLD MAN. I BET YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BITCHES BESIDE YOUR WIFE YOU MAIDENLESS WHORE! YOU SHIT FOR BRAINS PUSSY!"