
Is it a birthday? For Dokja all days are the same. Nothing more than sickening repetition. Today was the same, Dokja woke up from her sleep with a dizziness that incriminated her head.
How long has Dokja been sleeping? He himself was not conscious.
His body should be much lighter after sleeping, but in fact the aches spread on his shoulders and some joints of his body. Irritatingly. It feels like I never slept a little.
"Hoaaam." Dokja yawns before then going to the bathroom and cleaning herself up.
There was no food left in the refrigerator other than a few bottles of drink cans and a bag of expired bread. Dokja could only sigh and decided to go out of her residence.
His foot steps were erratic. Dokja himself doesn't know where to go. He just walked and kept walking until he finally got to the bus stop.
Where should Dokja go now? Dokja initially hesitates, but the hunger that gnaws at her stomach makes Dokja decide to go to a place to eat that she thinks is good even though she has to take the bus first to get there.
"Ahh, I just need to wait another ten minutes" said Dokja as she looked at the bus arrival schedule. He sat down on a stone chair at the stop.
Sitting waiting for the arrival of the bus with a dim gaze towards the asphalt road. It was as if Dokja had no purpose in his life.
"Sister." I heard a little voice that was a little crisp.
"Huh?" Dokja's attention was diverted to a girl in a gray white uniform who was in front of him. It says Park Haneul's name on her uniform tag.
"Emmm... Excuse me. Brother want to buy this?" tanyanya while thrusting a rose on Dokja.
"...." - ".Dokja was silent for a moment. He had no interest in buying a rose. What's it for? He himself did not even have a suitable vase to put it in.
"It's my schoolwork. I need to sell it even if it's only one stalk, but I still haven't produced," Haneul said with a slight bow.
Dokja is silent to Haneul. Is it true what Haneul said? Women who are like violins with a face that is no less beautiful should be able to sell many flowers. There are many men who are willing to spend a lot of money for women as beautiful as Haneul. That's what Dokja thinks.
"But if you want to do anything," said Haneul slowly.
"But you want to accept this? You need to pay, ", continued Haneul while thrusting a rose on Dokja.
"Huh?" Of course Dokja wonders why Haneul did something like this.
"Do you have a problem? You seem to be overwhelmed," Dokja said guessing what Haneul felt.
Haneul sighed then exhaled slowly. "To be honest I was once followed by a foreign man and it scares me a little."
"Aren't I also a foreigner? My age is many years older than you, too" Dokja said without hesitation.
"Emmm.. I just feel like you have a much bigger problem than me."
Haneul's words immediately made Dokja look at him with a look of disbelief. Is that obvious to others?
"Haha." Dokja laughs. "Thank you for comforting me."
"really? Back to love." Haneul smiled as bright as the morning sun.
“Thank you, Brother.” Haneul smiled broadly. He waved his hand as he ran carrying a flower basket that now only half remained.
“Ya, be careful,” Dokja replied while replying to her wave. His left hand was full of five roses. Dokja wants to buy all the roses, but unfortunately Dokja has to save money. Especially after he decided to leave the agency where he worked first.
Dokja sighed then circulated her gaze. The bus he was waiting for had not yet arrived. He could have gone to the train station, but Dokja was too lazy to step foot under the hot sun towards the station.
The corner of Dokja's eyes caught an odd glint. Yes, the glint came from the hands of a shabby-clothed man not far from where Haneul was. It looks like a sharp weapon.
Is Dokja wrong? He opened his eyes wide. But the result remains the same. The shabby man was seen walking towards Haneul.
Is that the person Haneul was telling you about? The foreigner who followed Haneul. Dokja thinks Haneul is only telling her about her trauma, but turns out she's asking for help.
Damnit. Instantly, his instincts also brought Dokja's legs darting towards Haneul.
"Fucking woman." The shabby man started to raise his knife high and was ready to attack Haneul.
“What do you want to do?!” snapped Dokja while punching the cheek of the delinquent to fall on the asphalt with his knife that fell not far from him.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY." Haneul yells reflexes.
"You okay?" ask Dokja. Haneul nodded with his body trembling in fear.
“Ughh.” The delinquent is complaining. He looked at Dokja and Haneul with a gaze full of anger.
“Badness!” The delinquent got up while carrying his knife.
"Hurry to take cover" Dokja said as she pulled Haneul behind her back. Although he had only met for the first time, Dokja did not want Haneul injured. He always wanted to be able to protect others even if it was to sacrifice himself.
PRANGS
The knife the man was holding fell from Dokja's stalk.
"You think that's all my gun is?" The shabby man glared as he took out another knife from his pocket.
A knife that in a matter of seconds can make the white clothes worn by Dokja decorated by red.
Dokja's view blurs. He couldn't even hear Haneul's scream. The pain in his stomach spread throughout his body in just a short time.
Darkness now covers Dokja's entire vision.
SERIATE
Note:
Park Haneul from Webtoon Lookism
This special episode is not in time with the previous storyline. This is the moment when all the members of The Hottest Family already know each other.