Jung Maerin is a a 19 year old girl from Busan, living with her Aunt in Seoul. She isnt like most girls around, acting innocent and using aegyo to get what she wants. Maerin knows she has a purpose besides taking care of her little cousins in the broken side of the city. She just knows it. Aside from all those boys who compliment her eyes, she knows that somewhere along the line, theres something thrilling waiting to happen. Xi Luhan is a 22 year old guy who lives upstairs and takes interest in Maerin with her different attitude and personality. Though he should be worrying about his classes at S University, studying abroad at the best college in South Korea, instead he wonders what kind of girl Maerin is- taking advantage of his skills as a psychology major. His conscience constantly reminds him, its no good for him to get involved, but who doesnt give in to their impulses? ForewordThe light in her aunts room has finally gone out, giving Maerin some time to herself. Giving the peeling paint in the living room one last glance, she leaves the old apartment and sits on the sidewalk, pulling out a cigarette and a black lighter. She closes her eyes as her lungs burn in delight. Two years ago, she hated the idea of smoking and damaging her body, but as she matured - she learned to not give a damn and be free.Every night was the same for the said girl, watching her little cousins and going out for a smoke later in the evening. She couldnt go too far, her aunt wouldnt allow it. Maerin considered the cigarettes tucked in the pockets of her jean shorts as her only true friends, not even the boy who lives upstairs or the younger girls who walk by on the weekends and admire her.Luhan and Maerin arent even sure of eachothers names, but on some nights they sit together in silence while she takes hits and he takes shots. You could say they enjoyed eachothers quiet company. Both not knowing where theyre really headed in life. Although Luhan knows he has a great future of becoming a therapist or something in the medical field, he doesnt feel content.But why does she wait in the cold, in those shorts and intimidating stare? Why does he sit on the curb, drinking and living in that poor home of his?They can acheive something better, but they believe theres joy in anticipating something that would never happen.