Angel With a Shotgun- Pentagon Yang Hongseok

8

Maya

After Hongseok had walked me the rest of the way home, I began to think back into what he said. "I'm not a good guy." What the hell does that mean? Is he in some shady business or what? I head toward my door and Hongseok heads towards his door. Twisting the knob, it is unlocked- although I remember locking the door. I quietly peek past the slightly unlatched door, only to see glass laying on the ground. I begin to freak out and break down, running down the hall. I bump into a figure, sending me to the ground.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Hongseok questions, looking at my door.
"I think someone is in there. My door was locked when I went to work but-" I stop before breaking fully. I cover my mouth, tears flowing down my face.
"Give me a second," He runs inside his house, coming back out with a pistol in his hand. He motions for me to go into his apartment, before limping quietly toward my own apartment. I remain in place, however, and listen. His footsteps were echoing in my ears, my eyes followed the gun that was pointed at my door. He bursts through the door, but I can't stand to hear or see anything more than that. I crawl towards his apartment, where the door was cracked open. The way the inside of the apartment was designed with the furniture was not what I thought it would be. The sectional couch took most of the space in the living room, the kitchen was very organized & clean, and the windows made up one of the sides in his apartment. The admiring of his apartment was interrupted by a single gunshot. While I was not up close, the shot rang through my ears.

I stood up for the first time, walked to the door, and looked in the direction of my apartment. Hongseok had drug the body of a woman, who had a bullet wound in her shoulder. The blood from her wound stained his button-up long sleeve. My breath hitched, running further into his living space. I had already begun to look around for anything to call since I had dropped my purse in the hall when I had run away. Finally seeing a house phone connected to the charger, I hastily grasp it, calling the police. I don't end up getting through, so I throw the phone on the little counter across from the living room. I sigh, turning but end up getting smacked in the head and falling; however, the ground never comes. I look at the source of my fall and see Hongseok's eyes, almost as if they were staring into my soul.
"I got you, beautiful."
"What?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I got you some clothes since you probably don't feel safe wanting to be near your apartment."
"Oh, thanks... Even undergarments?" I bite the inside of my lip, looking at him. He lifts me back into a standing position.
"It's not anything I haven't seen a woman have before. Plus, I was nice enough to match them for you," he chuckles, winking, then strutting away. My cheeks burned at the thought of him having matched everything. But I am not objecting to that wink.