Lucky Man [On Hiatus]

Chapter 1

I fought back a shiver down my spine as cold sweat are starting to form on my forehead.

Pull yourself together, I reminded myself. Don't show your fear.

My weakened knees were threatening to give way as my eyes swept over my immediate environment, trying to figure out how many people are here with me. Close to me is a man a scruffy face that keeps checking me out with his perverted eyes. He was wearing plain worn out green hoodie with pair of slacks and dirty sneakers.

'Never trust a guy with dirty sneakers.'

That was what Jiwon told me.

Jiwon.

The name makes a squeeze at the pit of my stomach.

"So is he coming or not, my sweet?"

My sweet? Sweet like your smelly foot!

The man licked his lips and I stopped myself from letting the nauseous feeling bring bile up my throat.

Five. Definitely five of them. Dirty sneakers, the 'leader', stands at least six foot tall but the way his arms were dangling around and how he leaned forwards in a slump as he stands up doesn't make it look like he can fight properly. If I can put him down, I should be able to threaten the rest of them to let me go.

"I told you, we are not that close. He didn't even read my texts."

I showed my phone screen to his face with a stretched arm as he squinted his eyes to look.

"Ah.. did we get the wrong person?"

He scratched his head and turned his back on me to talk to his men. "Who told me this girl is his'? Clearly you got it wrong!"

His voice echoed through the dark night and felt like it bounced off the unrepaired cars and hit me straight in the skull. My head is aching just from the impact of his voice.

A man with buffed up arms, wearing plain black sleeveless shirt and jeans visibly whimpered at his voice. "B-but it's-it's true..! Bobby is her fiancé. There were pictures of her. We cannot be wrong."

"It could just be a dating scandal! What are you? Gossip columnists?" Dirty sneakers kicked buffed man at his stomach. "How are we going to get it from him now?"

I cleared my throat. "I don't care what you want from him..!"

All eyes turned to me. Maybe I should have just ran away when they weren't looking, I clenched my jaw. "I came here to tell you that we're not even that close for you to get to him through me. You should stop following me everywhere."

Nice and easy tone. Not shaky. Good. I'm doing good.

Dirty sneakers narrowed his eyes at me as I finished talking. Oh I know that look. Adding up to the perverted glances he threw at me ever since I got here, I'm pretty sure he wants something only a woman can give. This just keeps making the bile that have been threatening to pour out of my mouth rise up higher and higher. The base of my throat is getting a lot of tension.

I really feel sick being in his presence. I gulped back the toxic bile down my throat.

He strutted so close to me, I could smell the thick alcohol scent off his clothes. This is not at all helping with how much I loathe being in his presence. "You don't look so bad, girl.. Perhaps we could have some fun-"

"She's mine."

My eyes bulged as my heart rate uncontrollably went faster. I know that voice. That deep raspy voice I could never mistake for anybody else's. That's his voice.