Y/N walkend down the streets of her hometown, of course accompanied by her best friend.

"Did you know BTS is having a concert here."
Y/N looked back and smirked.
"Let me guess, you bought tickets."
Y/Ns friend smiled.
"Of course i did!"
"Typical."
Was all that Y/N responded.

They kept walking when Y/N crossed a street, not paying attention to her surroundings as a speeding cab head toward her.

Someone pulled her back.

"What the?" She fell onto the cold hard ground.

A boy stared at her with hard eyes.

He started yelling at her in a foreign language.

At first Y/N seemed startled, but as soon as she regained her sanity she got angry.

"Geez, calm down. I don't even speak the language you're speaking, so cut it!"
The boy looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows.

Just then Y/N noticed that the man was actually a boy and that he was wearing a mask that covered his mouth an nose. But still somehow the eyes were familiar.

The boy slapped his hand against his forehead.
"Ah, naneun ij-eossda!"
"Huh?" Y/N was confused.
He finally helped her up and took off his mask.
"Uhhhm. You," he pointed at Y/N. "Haff to be carefureda. Yes?" He said and then smiled.
His eyes drifted off to a clock near by and his expression changed.
"Ttong naega neuj-eoss eo!"
He started running in the other direction, but before he turned the corner that would cut him off from her sight, he turned around waved and grinned from ear to ear.
"Bye bye!"
And with that he was gone.

Y/N's best friend finally caught up, panting.
"Sorry i lost you for a second."

But Y/N ignored her, concentrating on the corner where the boy had turned.

"I know," she started. "I know that smile."