Hwang Hyunjin

It's late evening. Somewhere around 11:00 PM. You're walking home from a friend's house. The street is almost empty—no people, no cars, just the streetlights and your footsteps. Suddenly, an expensive car pulls up next to you. The window rolls down. A handsome guy, about 25, with a sharp, slightly brazen gaze, named Hyunjin.

• Beauty, do you need a ride?
• No, thank you.
  You walk on. But the car doesn't leave. It drives alongside. Slowly.
  — Seriously? It's a night like this, and you're alone?
  You're starting to get irritated.
• I said no.
  He grins, as if he even likes your reaction.
• Stubborn.

You quicken your pace. He does too. A few seconds of silence. Then the car stops abruptly in front of you.
The door opens. He gets out. Tall, confident. You stop automatically.

"Listen, I'm not a maniac. I just don't like it when people like you walk alone at night."
You cross your arms.

• What if I don’t want to go with you?
• Then I will walk alongside.
  A pause. He comes a little closer. He doesn't touch. But the distance is almost gone.
• But honestly, you'd better sit down.
  He opens the car door for you. He just waits. And there's something in that look that makes it hard to just turn around and walk away.
  "Decide for yourself ," he says quietly.
• But I still won't let you go so easily.