1 1. Lady and Dragon

//Main Quest: Save Terra//

Ji Sung inhaled, leaning on the floor trying to snatch the katana and gun next to him. 

Those weapons were in front of eyes, yet it felt far. 

"Saving Terra. We have the same goal, sadly, our vision was far from together." The girl said in a harsh tone. 

She pulled Ji Sung's hair directly to her beautiful diamond face. 

"I love you, yet, you dare betray me." Slamming him on the floor, she left.

Ji Sung grabbed his katana, trembled to get back on his feet. 

"Don't push me to kill you," She said. "I enjoy your company, Yang Ji Sung."

The dragon groans in the red sky. He spanned from tail to teeth 50 feet long, 40 feet tall, and had a wingspan of 55 feet. He darkened everything below. 

A black dragon with golden eyes landed on Keep. With every breath, a haze came from his nostril. His roar meteoric-boomed to anyone's heart.

The dashing girl wearing a thin white satin gown cared for the beast and cherished the pain of others. 

"You broke my heart. You broke my trust." She saw Yang Ji Sung. She was crying. Her lips trembled as she pointed at him.

She looks like being honest with her heart, yet she can't change what was supposed to be the final answer for her problem. Anything she chose, must shattered her too.

Yet, Ji Sung stood valiantly. He looks like not giving up. "Stop it." His voice frail. "Please, stop it. I know you are a good person." He limped closing the gap to her. He tried grabbing her, but failed.

Her voice below whispered. Ji Sung failed to hear it, but could read her lips movement. "Ignitus." 

The dragon turned on him. His gigantic dirty teeth glowed orange lava, then jaw opens and a blaze burns Ji Sung.

*** 

Yang Ji Sung woke up on a double size bed. Gasping, a sweat watered his pure white skin as his amber eyes trembled. 

Ji Sung dream was so real and confused him. The dream that almost everyday came and tortured him. Who is that girl? Why did she cry? 

He didn't care get burnt, or the dragon, but why did the lovely girl cry? What was he doing there? Shit, he should ask her number next time. 

Kiss landed on check as her finger adventuring on his broad chest, sliding beneath to thick abnomen with six buns. 

Soft her voice, warmed Ji Sung earleaf. 

"Ji Sung, what happened? Do you have a bad dream?"

"A dragon burnt me."

The girl giggled. "Aigo, when a gamer dreams, that would be funny, huh." 

She jumped from bed wearing Ji Sung's white oversized shirt as her shapely legs toward a table, pouring fresh water on the glass. 

"It's just a dream, Sung."

"Yeah. I hope it isn't an omen."

"Here, drink some water." He care for Ji Sung, all girl does, but Yeon special. Without Yeon, Ji Sung would sleep on trash bin.

Seated beside him, Han Yeon gave a glass of water and a warm smile.

"What time is it?"Ji Sung asked. "Why is everything dim?" Ji Sung washed his long throat with water. 

The sky was red, and a police siren echoed afar. Goddamid, he must have overslept after doing stuff with her. 

Yeon play hard to answer. "Hmm, let me guess."

He repeated the same question. "What time now?"

"18.00."

"Shit, I am going to be late for work!" 

Ji Sung hurriedly snatched pant and a blue hoodie jacket on the floor. 

"Yeon, my shirt," he asked.

Yeon crosses her hands. "Noo, no, no. I want it to stay with me forever." 

"What if your boyfriend finds out?"

"You are strong. Beat him."

"You are lovely, adorable, yet naughty."

Yeon was always proud of it. She giggled and acted cute, like a cat on the bed, sucking her finger. 

"Your work started at 21.00, right?" She said, "Come, we have some rounds before you go."

"Yeah, but I need to do something." Ji Sung tiptoed while pulling tourse up.

"Your Mom, huh? Should I drive you there?" Lazilly she tried to lend a hand. She did it for formalities, as she already knew the answer. 

"No. I should go alone." 

Ji Sung patted Yeon's smooth, silky black hair. The hair that he pulled back then, the hair that got sprayed by his sperm back then. Yet, the girl grabbed his waist tight. 

She whispers, "Fuck me."

"I will do it after work." He kissed her cheek.

"No, you will not. You will go straight to sleep." 

She murmured and threw herself back to matters with Ji Sung's shirt loyal on her slender sexy body, that always made Ji Sung lust boiled. 

Ji Sung slowly blocked the light outside with the door and slowly strode down the stairs leaving the apartment. 

Han Yeon is Ji Sung's friend at university. Their relationship was complicated. 

Ji Sung lives with her. In return, he helps her study and do 'stuff' together. Hey, it is a win-win for her and Ji Sung.

Anyway, he had to work and help his mother, whom he admired. 

His mother is a strong woman. While his father was gone without a trace, Mom didn't remarry even though many rich men wanted to be Ji Sung's father, nor did she have a boyfriend. 

All these years, Mom said Ji Sung's father would return soon. Even after everyone said his pathetic father died. 

That old bastard better be dead, or Ji Sung would beat him half-dead.

Getting off the city bus, Ji Sung entered Seoul Hospital. He headed to the room on the fifth floor.

A middle-aged woman was lying on a bed, and an IV was embedded in her wrist. She is Mrs. Yang, Ji Sung's mother.

A thick brown blanket covered her slim body. Her face was at peace

After placing an orange fruit on an empty plate on a mini table, Ji Sung kissed Mom's warm forehead. 

"Mom, I have to go now. Rest well and get well soon." After adjusting the position of Mom's blanket, he left.

From afternoon to night, he worked as a construction worker on a new hyper Skyreaper site. 

Heavy machinery noise dominated on site as Ji Sung carried a large steel bar alone to be transferred to the top floor. It usually needs two people to take it, yet, he was capable of doing that alone.

Everyone was amazed at how strong Ji Sung was. 

Thanks for working at construction site, he never go to gym again. When going to gym cost him money, here, he got paid, yet, the work was same.

After a few hours of work, he took a break with friends. They were chatting, sipping beer, seeking a little breeze to wipe their sweat. 

"Hey, Brat, you have a nice brancaret. Care to sell that to me?" Drunken Uncle asks. "Ninety thousand Won, how about that?"

"Nah, my mom gave it to me and asked me to always wear it." 

It has already been ten years since Mom gave it to Ji Sung when he was eight. Yet he wore it everywhere, never putting it down, even when having sex. 

A phone ringing broke the hazy, cozy atmosphere.

An unknown number sent a message to Ji Sung. 

[I have information about your father, meet me in the alley next to the train station tonight.]