Hacking Seoul

0.7 - With You

She looked back to him quickly and in that split second all he saw was fear. A sense of compulsory protectiveness flushed through his galvanized, fluttering heart. His whole body burned.

Under the now unsettling night sky the girl teetered. He watched her switch on that extremely attractive unreachable look like nothing in the world was any of her worries and his desire for her fevered like raging fire from the pit of his stomach incorrigibly. Angel. He couldn't help himself and he had no clue why, but he was mesmerized by everything about her even though all she had been to him was heartless.

The girl had successfully hidden away every trace of her internal distress when she ignored him completely and resumed walking away. But only to stop herself painstakingly before she crashed into him for the second time this night.

The sudden obstacle startled her greatly. She dodged his inviting torso and steered left to slip away under his arm before he could get a hand on her.

"God damn it, move."

Her whispered curse was sweet like aged wine despite her buried perturbation.

His attention faltered as a faint fragrance hit him and he stood flabbergasted, cursing at his own wanton trance this time as he watched her speed down the street away from the source of the shouts they had just heard. He picked up his steps to catch up to her.

"Let's go together," he wished his voice sounded as sincere as he was feeling in the foreign language, "I go with you."

She shook a little at his words but her steps did not slow. She simply ignored him and kept walking in her defiant, fake fearlessness. The distant shouting had stopped but the air was filled with an indescribable unease. He remained in silence and followed her steadily. He could sense her masked agitation and his heart churned at her perfect fragility. Shoulders back, head held high, brows locked and lips tight, she was flawlessly cogent and allowed no signs of weakness. But her frightened heartbeats strummed straight into his own heart all the more potently. Under the immaculate front she put up, she was panicking. He had to be there for her.

He knew well what she wanted; the girl had made her intention clear: she was going to get as far away from whatever that disturbance was as she could. And he understood why. The hour was inopportune, nameless voices lured in the darkness behind, and though courteously lit, the streets they had been on were so worn out the edges curled. The girl had made sure she looked tough all this while but the harder she tried the more angelic she actually appeared. He couldn't focus on anything else but the well-being of the walking goddess beside him. He had to make sure she would be well and safe. Unexplainable urgency plagued him as he turned to look at her, her slight figure charged forward into the withering night sharper than sword, in radiant perfection. And he walked beside her gently.

"I am with you." He said quietly.

This time she stared at him. For a long three seconds she chewed on his words. Countless emotions waded in her brilliant eyes and the whole world stopped, just to wait for her response.

"I can take care of myself."

He crumbled at the warmth in her voice. She sounded heavenly with the malice taken out of her tone. He couldn't believe the lack of hostility in her words. He watched uncertainly as the enmity underneath her porcelain skin dissipated slowly and a faint smile formed unassumingly at her pretty lips. With the viciousness gone, she was more beautiful than he thought was humanly possible. He felt dizzy staring.

The girl turned her eyes away but her shy smile lingered.

"Thanks, though."