Was 100 days enough for So joon to think it was real? Yes of course. She already had her life more or less planned out with Song Woo. Hoping to spend the rest of their lives together, forever living in that fantasy of living together, getting married, having kids and growing old along side one another, hand in hand when their day of death inevitably arrives. Or at the least to move in with him, anything else after that would be considered to be an additional bonus. But that dream was instantly diminished by the sight of his eye for another woman.

All So Joon could do was force a smile and not even look him in the eye, but instead staring past his ear and looking at the window.

"I can ex-" He cracks a smile, gripping his phone tight in his hand.

"-No. It's fine." She interrupts, grasping the bottom of her dress. "It's blatant to see what you want."

Silence returns. But not to make the atmosphere uncomfortable but making it hostile instead. So Joon drops her smile and slowly brings her gaze over to Song Woo.

"Babe. It's not what it looks like I promise." He smiles. But it's obviously not genuine. "This girl keeps messaging me. I've told her I'm in a relationship but she won't stop."

So Joon crosses her arms and deeply exhales through her smile. "You'd think a cheater would come up with a better lie." She tilts her head and expands her eyes.

"I-I'm not lying babe." He replies, slyly slipping his phone into his pocket. "I promise that's what it is."

"Does the 'block' button not exist to you?" She laughs. A few couples changed their loving gazes to subliminally staring at So Joon.

His phone vibrates in his pocket again and he takes it out, unlocking it and noticing the email from his workplace, taking his eyes of So Joon.

"I could show you how to block this girl 'babe'" she laughs, leaning over and snatching the phone from his hands. Instantly, he leans forward to try and grab it, but she pulls herself back into her seat, and puts both hands on the phone. "Ooo let's see then."

With a few taps, she moves away from his emails to his messages. "20 new messages hey? I wonder who they're from." She taps on the icon and the first contact reads

My 💓(1)

And below reads:

Bae-So-Joon (19)

"Not even surprised that none of my messages have been opened." She taps on the first chat to see his most recently sent message.

Me
Ugh I miss you baby. I'll see you soon, I'm just at work. Could you feed Kimchi too? Her food is in the cupboard. Love you <3

"You have a dog. I didn't know that" She states, looking back up at Song Woo, who is sat back in his chair, accepting defeat.

"Kimchi is a cat." He corrects, resting the palm of his hand on his cheek.

"And this woman lives with you too I assume. So not only have you been two timing me, but you've been two timing her too? How unfortunate..." So Joon chuckles.

"Please So Joon. Give me my phone back." He asks, another artificial smile on his face.

So Joon continues tapping away and puts the phone on her lap, face down, a minuscule noise comes from the phone.

"So you have no emotion at all. You fooled me and you fooled her. But I thought you loved me and had at least some feelings for me. I mean. We've been together for a third of a year almost." So Joon states. "Why? What were you wanting to achieve?"

Song Woo leans forward, resting his arms on his knees, clasping his palms together. "I wanted a new girlfriend that's all. My other one is too dry, she only cares about her own work and doesn't even bother to spend time with me. She's dull and I'd honestly rather watch paint dry then have to go on dates with her. But with you, So Joon, you're different. You're like a boost of energy that I need. You make me feel younger again like we're in university again."

"You're not even that old though. You're only five years my senior." She states. "Why are you with her if you think she's so unappealing?"

"I only got here because of her. I needed the money. I needed to use her to pay off my student debt and get to my position. I leached off her for a while and used her money."

"I see." So Joon smiles. "Bit shallow isn't it dear?"

She takes her ice tea and stands up, walking to his side, he immediately stands and she hands him the phone. "Delete my number, and you may have to find other ways to pay for your own welfare."

"What do you m-"

He takes the phone to find his girlfriend on the other end on face time. Listening to everything that was being said. Tears accumulating in her eyes.

"DON'T COME BACK TO ME YOU ASSHOLE!" She ends the call.

"You really didn't have to do that." He growls.

"You're right I didn't." She laughs. "But I suppose I have to do this..."

She takes off the top of her ice tea and with one throw it moves like the waves of Hokkaido and splashes a wave of flavoured cold tea against his face, dripping down his chin onto his once pristine shirt. Sounds of shock ricochet across the cafe.

"Don't call me again." She smiles. Leaving the cafe with a stride in her step, reaching the front door, and leaving, the ring of the bell being the only trace she leaves.

"AGH!" He shouts from behind, grabbing his blazer from the back of the chair and throwing it onto the ground. "NO you're not getting away with this." He speedily walks to the front door and swings it open, heavily pacing towards her. "YOU BITCH!" He shouts, only several by passers stopped and glanced but carried on walking, not wanting to be associated with such a quarrel.

He grabs her wrist and pulls her back, making her jump.

"You bitch. You did this. This is ALL YOUR FAULT!" He shouts. Many people in the cafe stood outside to watch. Some saying inside and watching through the glass. "My life is ruined thanks to you. I had everything in it planned and it's all ruined!"

She laughs. "Excuse me? You were taking all of your partners money and cheating on her with me. I simply exposed a dirty liar." She struggles to take her arm back.

"You dirty bitch." He pushes her to the ground making her scrape her knees and hands on the gravel and break one of the heels on her shoes. She caresses her knees, feeling the slight crimson appear. "You deserve what you get." He pulls his foot back.

Suddenly he's wrestled to the ground. A large man to the side of So Joon punched the side of his face and knocked him to the gravel, he had a cigarette in his hand, which he took a long inhale of, and threw to the ground, before he forced Song Woo's face into the hard floor, his hands behind his back.

"That's not how you treat a lady now is it?" He asks, his voice deep and almost husky.

"Ack- get off me!" He shouts.

With all his weight exerted onto Song Woo's skinny body, he feels as if he's going to be crushed by him.

He leans into his ear.

"'Now. I'm going to get up in three seconds. You have two choices. Either A, I beat you to a pulp, I'll disfigure your body so badly you'll be in a whole body cast. Or B, you run away like the coward you are. Beating up women on the street, didn't think scum like you still existed on this Earth. What did they teach you in the military huh?"

So Joon carefully rose herself up from the floor, getting a closer look at the man. He's wearing a leather jacket, and his hair looks damp. She could just about make out the shape of his face - which it's quite toned and muscular, just like the rest of his body.

"3...2...1..." He stood up, and glared down at him, like Song Woo was nothing more than a rat.

He got to his feet and limped to his car, clutching his face, eventually climbing in and speedily driving away. So fast that the car was nothing more than a dot in seconds.

So Joon looked at her knee, which bled and made crimson trickle down her leg. "Agh." She deeply inhales. She stares up at him. At the one that saved her. "W-Who are you?" She asks.

He turns to face her and crouches down to her level. "Call a friend. They're going to have to take you home." He says. His muscles are heavily defined in his jacket, which complements his jawline, a perfect shape. Slick back jet black hair which seemed almost streamline. Black leather gloves covering his hands. So Joon noticed a helmet around two meters away from him placed on a bench. She could only assume it's his.

"All my friends are busy tonight. They can't." She replies.

He sighs and bows his head. "Ok." He sighs.

"Give me your address." He asks, lifting his head back up. His striking eyes gazing into hers.

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This is actually really fun to write haha. I have an actual story going here yay <3