𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚖 🌙

🐺🖇 God Dog (pt. 1)

Akemi's POV

"What are you doing here? Where's your owner?" I was crouched in one of the more decrepit streets of Seoul, giving belly rubs to a white dog. It looked like an Samoyed, with long white fur. It had a clean, unknotted coat, so it couldn't have been abandoned.
"You look like someone takes very good care of you. What are you going here?" I ruffled the dog's fur, humming lightly.

"Do you have a tag?" The dog was wearing a jacket, with some fancy logo on it. It looked like a dog, with a Christian cross clamped between its teeth. Underneath that, in swirling script were the words God Dog. Where had I heard that before?
Apart from this, there was no other identifying information. I couldn't just leave the dog here, what was I meant to do?

"What the fuck are you doing with my dog?"
I turned around to see a boy. He was my height, and despite his innocent, photogenic features, he seemed to be a little older than me. He also didn't seem very friendly. At all. Before I got a chance to speak, the boy rushed at me, grabbing my wrist to flip me over. Out of instinct, I tried to dodge the blow, but he was quick and still managed to slam me against the ground.

Get a grip, Akemi. You're shocked. Calm down. Think straight and find a way out of this situation!
My emotions were messing with my ability to think logically. It seemed wrong to attack this guy, even though he'd just inflicted multiple injuries on me.

"I'm sorry! I was just finding its owner-" I yelled, but the boy was gone already.

I struggled to my feet, wincing. He was a lot stronger than he looked. How could I have expected such a fierce temper from that face? Low bangs swooping over large eyes, pursed lips and a button nose - he was better suited to being a K-Pop idol than a street thug.

I picked myself up, and scurried down the street. I would have to explain to Gun why I was late for our date, and it was probably best if he didn't find out that that guy had attacked me.

"Hello baby." Gun engulfed me in a hug as I stepped into the cafe, and I bit back a yelp as he unknowingly pressed on my bruises.

"Hi." I smiled back, nervously tugging my sleeves down.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
I'd forgotten that Gun could understand body language so well. Years of fighting and inspecting the stance and movement of opponents had probably attuned him to read every bend of a joint like a book.

"No! I'm fine!" I stammered out.

"The way you move. You're hurt." Gun took off my jacket.

"Who did this to you? What did I say about telling me if you got injured? Why do you have to make my job so hard?" He sighed heavily, making me sit down at a table.

"I just tripped and fell!"

Gun's POV

"You don't get bruises like that from tripping and falling, dummy." I sighed. Akemi was talented in a lot of things, but lying to me wasn't her strong suit. 
I gently pulled Akemi towards me and brushed my lips against her jawline.

"Who did this to you?" I repeated my question.

"Argh! Stop! This is so not fair!" Akemi squealed, wriggling away. I held her in place.

"Come on, you can tell me. I won't do anything."

"Fine. I was just taking care of a dog I found on the street, then some guy came along and punched me. Happy?"

What kind of guy gets so worked up over a dog? Unless... Could it be...

"How old was he?"

"A little bit older than me? Like, Crystal's age."