Her soul shivered from fear as she saw him. Her heart rate increased with each heavy step he took towards her.
He stood in front of her with a small smile, which she knew was not good for her. Slowly kneeling to her level. He caressed her cheek and...
Glancing over, I let out a deep breath. But as I looked back there, something clicked. I observed a hand.
There was a constant flow of blood from it. I was unsure about the person whose hand it was. Although my heart was filled with fear, I still made the decision to check it. Walking slowly and steadily, I glanced behind the wall with all the courage inside me. As my eyes made their way to the walls, I saw a man.
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His breath was uneven and hitched repeatedly. His head was lowered, and his bangs prevented me from seeing his face. His right arm was surrounded by his left hand. His white shirt was filled with blood. His body was covered in deep wounds.
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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐕
Yn wanted to run, knowing he was related to mafia activities, but the thought of the stranger made her help him. She kneeled to his level and checked whether he was dead or alive. Feeling his hot breath on her fingers, she guessed he was alive. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tried to make him stand, but was stopped by his shrill voice.
"Go from here if you don't have a death wish."
"Sorry, sir, but I can't leave you in this state."
"Just go. I don't want you to be involved in the mafia shits."
His final words came before darkness enveloped him. She called him again and again, but I did not receive any reply. She checked his nerves and felt relieved to feel his breath. He checked his pocket to contact anyone who knew him, but there was nothing but car keys. Sighing, she made up her mind to take him with her.
ARGH, this guy is so heavy, throwing him on the couch. I barged inside Lisa's room to get Jisoo's first aid kit. She is a doctor, so she has all the medical equipment. I slowly approached the guy, putting my hands on his shirt button, but a hand gripped it, preventing me from doing so.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"Trying to take advantage of you."
"What?"
"Idiot. Obviously, I'm trying to treat your wound. And now leave it."
With that, I yanked his hand away, removed his shirt slowly, applied antiseptic to it, and he hissed continuously. I could feel his gaze over me all the time from when I started unbuttoning to make him wear clean clothes.
