He didn't understand, not even a little. This sudden spur of rebellion that exploded from him was unexpected... even to him. Even as he sprinted as fast as he could down the street, turning a corner hard and nearly bumping into a large dark-skinned man, Chung-Ho couldn't bring himself to slow down. His breaths were flowing out heartily, stinging his throat with heated needles as he pushed aside anyone too close to dodge. 

In his native language he could hear his caretakers calling for him to stop, their hardened steps chasing after him. "Stop! Stop!" 

“Young master!” 

Chung-Ho slid into an alley, bumping into a metallic can and knocking it over. Grime splattered over his jacket as he fell onto the ground, catching himself before landing chest first. He cursed quickly before scurrying behind a set of boxes, hiding from his captors. Powerful thumps battered the inside of his chest as they drew near, growing louder the closer they came. When they passed by without a second thought, he let out a sigh. A moment later he sunk to the ground and hung his arms over his bent knees.

[i]Where can I go from here? I can't return to the room, they'll just send me to the class on top of telling Chin-Sun.[/i] For a moment he was alone with his useless thoughts, then his phone vibrated in his back pocket, reminding him of earlier. Immediately, the pub that his "girlfriend" had commented about popped into his head. With a sly peek from behind the stacked boxes, Chung-Ho declared his surroundings clear and headed off through the crowd. 

Eventually he made it to the small pub: Sam's Bar and Tavern. He noticed a rugged group inside; not exactly the most... amicable place to be at the moment. Walking pass the majority of them before taking a seat at the bar, he pulled his jacket from his torso and placed it on the counter. The price for his dirty suit would be near minuscule compared to the small fortune he was sent every month, and yet he couldn't help but be vexed by his deplorable appearance. 

He gazed at his hands on the table with a cold stare. [i]Oh well, at least I'm away from everyone for awhile. No pressures or tensions... well none except for my parents' last wishes.[/i] At the sudden thought, he swept his sleek hand through his hair. 

It was frustrating. And the worst thing about it all was that he wasn't old enough to order anything to drink.