If you ever return to Busan

"You better pray it isn't Yi Chihun… That boy works all day and night. So who knows when he will be back. I don't even know how he gets any school work done." And as Mrs. Matron mentioned school, a tiny bomb exploded in Doona's head. Her eyes widened, and she got fidgety.

"I'm late for my registration." She hopped quickly towards the elevator, stabbing the open button. "Oh no. If they tell mum, she will kill me."

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"Are you Ae Doona?" A man wearing thick-rimmed glasses seated crossed-legged on his desk asked. Doona's breath hitched. "Can you not hear me?" He got off the table and started to walk towards Doona.

"I can hear fine," Doona screamed loud enough that the other professors in the office turned to see who was making all the noise.

"Fine, fine. You don't need to yell." The man turned away from Doona and sat back behind his desk. "Sit down. You're the new transfer student. I'll be handling your registration." Doona crossed the room and sat quietly opposite the man. "Why are you switching schools just after a year of studying in Seoul?" The man placed the papers in his hands down and stared intently at Doona.

Doona did not know what to say, she had hoped they would not bother with these questions but instead helped her sign up for her new classes and transfer her credits. "I believe that Busan has more to offer my studies and the future I want to have than my old university in Seoul." She smiled calmly, but the man just yawned like he had heard that a million times.

"You kids are very wishy-washy, in our time, we had loyalty to our universities." He laughed dryly as he typed something on his keyboard. Doona just wished he would hurry up and get this over with, she still needed to return home, so she could wait for Yip Cheepboon or whatever his name was.

The man got off his desk and headed towards the printer to pick up the printout. "Here you go." He held it out to Doona, who hesitated to collect it. "I said here you go." He pushes it into her hands and walked back to his chair. "It contains your school email, login and other information. On the back is the campus map." Doona flipped the paper over. "If you download the app written there, you can have a digital version of the map on your phone." The man clapped his hands and smiled at Doona. "Welcome and goodbye. Hopefully, I never see you here again. Because if I do, it means you're getting expelled or worse."

"Pfff. What could be worse than getting expelled?" Doona muttered as she pushed the door open and walked into the hallway. The university here at Busan was much bigger than the one she went to in Seoul. Hopefully, she would not get lost. "Where did I come from again?" Doona asked herself as she turned round and round, trying to retrace her whereabouts. After wandering around trying to backtrack for five whole minutes, she figured she was, without a doubt, lost.

A crowd was gathering around the theatre building, they were all intently watching the giant video display. Doona stood away from the crowd, intrigued at what all the fuss was about. The giant display flashed a beautiful girl with long auburn hair prancing around the stage, flipping her lovely locks and swishing her hips. She outshined the other girls dancing behind her, and her beautiful voice rang in Donna's chest. Who was this beauty? Doona thought as she blushed to herself.

"Crap, we're late for Minji's rehearsal?" A boy shoved past Doona. Then turned around to apologize. "Shit! sorry didn't see you there." He had frizzy hair and thick round glasses. Donna stepped away from him and his tall friend.

"Sorry, I was also at fault." She whispered as she prostrated to apologize.

"Bob-cut girl?" The tall figure spoke, and the familiar deep voice pricked Doona's ears. She could not help it, her cheeks turned red in anger as she looked up to stare at the handsome man that stole her suitcase.

"The thief..." she squeaked.

"What?" The man walked towards Doona because he could not hear what she was saying.

"Thief! Give me back my suitcase!" Doona yelled at the top of her lungs. She rubbed her hands together and lifted them close to her chest, as a way to calm herself down. The crowd that was once looking at Minji's performance turned their attention to the tiny commotion Donna's scream had caused.

"Did she call him a thief?" one whispered to her friend. "Wait Isn't that..." Another giggled. "He's so handsome up close." The next squealed.

"Thief?" The man with curly hair pranced towards Doona. "Chihun do you know what this pipsqueak is talking about?" The curly-haired man tried to place a hand on Doona's shoulders, but in a panic, Doona pushed him back, and she stumbled and bumped into another tall figure with piercings and his arms around a pretty woman.

"What the hell? Watch where you are going, stupid!" The man's deep voice echoed and attracted more attention.

"Woah! It's Sochun." One yelled. "Sochun... Is he here for his girlfriend?" "But that's not Minji." Another gasped. "Omg, he's cheating again. Let's take a picture." The crowd was now in full swing, huddled together watching what was supposed to be a simple discourse turned upside down by a handsome man and a cheater.

Sochun pushed Doona away. "You stepped on my shoe mushroom, wtf is this?" Sochun lifted his arm off the woman he was with, to moan and groan about his ruined shoes.

Doona couldn't bear to look up; she was already too ashamed. So she looked at his feet, and to her amazement, they weren't that ruined. It was just a little mud. "I'm sorry." She apologized. Doona sighed and thought, why was he making such a terrible fuss about nothing.

"Your suitcase..." Doona turned to look at the man who moments before she had called a thief. "I didn't steal it. I tried to return it to you, but you disappeared." Chihun walked closer to Doona to speak to her, but Doona backed up again and stepped on Sochun's shoes.

"This cow do you want to die?" Sochun stretched his arms out and fisted Doona's collar, then pulled her up to look in his face. "Do you even know who I am…" His voice trailed off. Doona, who finally was forced to look up at Sochun, was suddenly struck with a terrible case of nostalgia.

Her palms began to sweat, and when Sochun's lips curled into that all-too-familiar grin, she knew she had to get away from here. She pushed at his chest, trying her best to wrestle out of his grip. But unlike when they were kids, his grip was ten times stronger.

"If it isn't Ae Doodie..." Sochun whispered coyly at her. "I told you that if you ever return to Busan I'd r*pe you." his voice laced with malice forced Doona's eyes to tear up and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.