Apparently, the lady, just like Dylan, had been working at a bar where her mother's boss frequented. And he, having seen her pictures countless times from her mom, developed a profound interest in her and approached her.
"At first, I had thought that he was someone good, only for us to start dating and he would threaten me countless times about my mother. I never thought it was true until the day I visited him and he locked me up, using all sorts of instruments on me, which I never agreed to, and then he r*ped me. I always struggled, and that's why I have a lot of broken bones and open wounds because amidst my struggles, sometimes I would knock cups over and he would use the ceramics to wound me."
"My mom found me. It had been about five days when she had been trying to reach me, but my phone would always vibrate in the room he locked me in. I was never able to pick it up as my hands were tied until a lady my mother sent showed up. I didn't know why she did so, but I guess he left the door open and she just wanted to clean up, so she did."
"I was so happy and she took me away from there. And now, we sued him. But he's too powerful, and I'm too afraid to speak. I just want my mother to drop the case, but she wouldn't listen to me."
….
"He is totally a motherfucker," Dylan mumbled as he got out of the room.
He looked at Sebastian and asked, "Do you think you can win the case? I'm certainly interested."
Rather than respond, Sebastian just shook his head as he looked at Dylan.
"What?" Dylan questioned.
"You…" he began but concluded, "Never mind."
"Huh?" Dylan was confused.
They both left the hospital, with Sebastian silent and Dylan just confused by his behavior. As they entered the car and Sebastian's hands touched the wheel, he couldn't keep the question bottled up any longer and finally asked, "All those things you said inside, were they true?"
"What did I say?"
"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about."
"Oh… well, I was physically assaulted and almost r*ped, escaping by a thread. But I had no friends while in Korea," Dylan said.
He chuckled as he added, "I just needed to insert that so she would realize and speak."
"Though the man did later r*pe someone, it wasn't my friend, so I didn't feel any guilt or anything."
"Oh…"
"Yeah."
After this exchange of words, the car turned silent as Sebastian drove and Dylan closed his eyes as he rested his head against the seat.
Soon, the car stopped and Dylan opened his eyes.
"This isn't your office," he said, the first thing he noticed as he opened his eyes.
"Yes, I brought you to your university. The day isn't that long, so do whatever you need to do so we can get back home."
"Alright. Thanks," Dylan said as he came out of the car. He walked to the driver's side and bent slightly to Sebastian's level.
"Well, have a good day," he said, and just kept staring at Sebastian.
Then, suddenly, he leaned in, catching Sebastian off guard as he kissed him on the forehead. Sebastian was stunned for a moment, but not for long, as he caught Dylan by the hand before he could run off.
With one hand holding his wrist and the other free, he wiped the spot where Dylan's lips had touched and sighed.
"And where are you running to?" he asked, his voice lower than before.
"Ermm…" Dylan mumbled.
"Do you still remember his name and the bar name?"
Dylan had never expected Sebastian to ask that question. Though he had been slightly annoyed at his silence after his previous question, he was still stunned.
But he answered soon after, "…Han Jae-hyun, Velvet Room Bar."
"Thank you," Sebastian said.
"Why do you ask?" Dylan questioned, but Sebastian didn't wait to answer as he sped off instantly.
"Oh…" Dylan muttered before leaving the parking area. He started walking into UCLA with no knowledge of the area.
He asked people along the way for the faculty he was to go to, and very soon, he stood before the Faculty of Arts and Architecture. He just needed to locate the Department of Architecture and Urban Design, where he might find his coursemates.
As Dylan wandered into the faculty, he wasn't really focused on where he was going and collided with someone.
Dylan held his forehead as he rubbed it, but it didn't stop him from noticing the handsome god before him—ginger-colored hair, green eyes, pink lips, fine skin, and a toned body.
"Wow…" Dylan breathed as he looked at him. The country sure has different species of people.
"Are you okay?" The guy's heavenly voice almost knocked Dylan out of his senses as he stared into his green eyes.
The guy had to wave his fingers in front of him before he answered, "Oh… sorry. Your head might've knocked me a little too hard, so I'm just trying to get myself back now."
"Sorry," the guy said.
"And you, too," Dylan replied.
An awkward silence spread between them, but this time, the guy used it to carefully analyze Dylan's appearance too. His hair was perfectly bleached, his piercings were in place, his lips well-shaped, his nose well-defined, and then—his tattoo.
His eyes widened as he stared at the neck tattoo. He quickly adjusted his glasses, and Dylan almost fainted at that.
He loves handsome nerds.
"Ermm…" Dylan muttered. "So, are you an architecture student?"
"No," the guy shook his head. "Are you?"
Dylan nodded instantly. "Yes, I am."
"Well, I'm not an architecture student, but my sister is. I study medicine, and I'm in my finals."
"Oh… that's amazing," Dylan said. "Well, I'm a freshman, and I just came to UCLA today to get details concerning resumption and all."
"Oh… my sister is also a freshman. She came today for the same thing and her first lecture. I brought her, and I believe after she's done, you guys can talk so you'll get the hang of it."
"Alright, I see. Thank you then."
"You're welcome."
"So, I'm Dylan Kang. And you?"
"I'm Lucas Hayes."
"Alright."