His eyes narrow with suspicion "You saw nothing, right? Just forget it, or else..."
Huh? What’re u talking about
"Don't play dumb with me," he snaps, "I know you saw something."
"Look, I don't know what you're playing at, but if you know anything about what happened last night, you better tell me right now. Otherwise...
What are u talking about!?! Why are u acting so weird
"Just forget about it," he growls, turning to leave, "It's none of your business anyway."
"If you breathe a word about what you saw," he throws over his shoulder, "I'll make sure you regret it." With that, he turns and disappears into the darkness.
But I didn’t see anything!? And that’s not my business?? huh?
As he slinks away, he mutters to himself, "Why do I always end up in these gang-related troubles? Can't I just live a normal life for once?"
"What was that? Did someone just say something about me?" he whispers to himself, looking around cautiously.
He scans his surroundings, peering into the shadows, wondering if he's being watched or followed. His instincts tell him something is off, but he can't quite put his finger on it.
He tries to shake off the feeling, telling himself he's being paranoid, but he can't shake the nagging doubt in the back of his mind. Something is definitely not right.
He quickly darts into the nearest alleyway, hoping to find a moment of peace away from prying eyes.
As he leans against the cold brick wall, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" he sighs, stubbing out his cigarette on the wall.
He freezes, realizing he's not alone in the alleyway. Slowly turns towards the sound, putting out his cigarette on the ground and tucking it into his pocket.
The tension between them is palpable. For a moment, they lock eyes, sizing each other up. Then, Taeyang steps forward, his hand resting casually on his jacket pocket.