Dark Deception | Pyeon Sang-Wook x Reader Sweet Home |

4 - you are pretty weird..

Mi-sun POV

It had gotten dark out by the time we made it downstairs. The power was still off. The only thing on my mind was that strange gangster, I had so many questions and seeing how we have his hostage I didn't have much time until the residents would hunt him down. I leave the others and head over to one of the residents, asking where he was.

I was made aware that he had escaped, nodding at the tip before running off. He was hurt. And I think I know where he is.

I make my way up to the 15th floor, stopping by my apartment. I tried making my way around, eventually getting into my room. I change into a black tank top and a pair of sports shorts, sliding my phone into my bag. I go over to the bathroom and open the drawer, pulling out the small medkit. It was the least I could do. I look at myself in the mirror, my face still had streaks of dried blood. I shudder, splashing it with some water and wiping it off. I grab a flashlight before exiting my apartment, making my way over to the gangsters.

I take in a deep breath before knocking loudly a couple of times, stepping back a bit before the door swung open. Sang-wook was still in his leafy shirt, biting down on a cigarette. His hair was messed up, slightly drooping over his eyelids. I use my hand to get rid of the smoke before looking up at the man who had already been staring at me. Silence again.

"Can we talk?..I also want to help with your wound." I mutter, looking away to avoid eye contact. The man doesn't say anything before beginning to close the door. Is this guy serious? I use my free hand to stop it, looking back up at him.

"Just please let me help. I know you don't want that wound to get infected. And I know about Yoon-jae and I'm not afraid of snitching." I press my lips in a thin line. To my surprise, the gangster opens the door and walks away, heading to his couch. I walk inside and close the door behind me, awkwardly shuffling over and sitting down beside him.

"What is your relationship with him?" He stares down at me again, blowing his cigarette smoke into my face.

Is that seriously the first thing he asks me? I roll my eyes, setting down the medkit and opening it. "Why do you wanna know? Are you jealous or something?" I smile cockily, reaching for the cotton balls and the hydrogen peroxide. He grabs my wrist and pulls it towards him, our eyes meeting again.

"Answer my question or leave." The gangster demands, burning out what was left of his cigarette on an ash tray.

I swallow, wiggling my wrist from his grip. "Geez why do you wanna know so bad. Ji-su and I met him a few days ago. I think we're buddies but he's kind of weird..he keeps hitting on me. Ji-su thinks he's shady. Anyways can you take your shirt off?"

His expression remained the same until my last question. He seemed shocked, dumbfounded.

"Calm down I'm not trying to do the nasty to you or anything..your wound..is on your back." I stare up at him, opening the bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

The gangster's lips slightly twitches before he unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off halfway. Though it was dark, the moonlight illuminated his abs quite nicely. Damn..he's built. I find myself staring at his chest until he turns around, his back facing me. I turn my eyes over to the wound, seeing it had been covered with...duct tape. "This is gonna hurt." I state, looking back up to him. The gangster doesn't move at all, staring into the wall. I grunt before peeling off the duct tape a little so I could get a firm grip, ripping all of it off with one yank.

Sang-Wook throws his head back in pain, he had only dressed the wound a couple of hours ago. I set down the duct tape, letting the open wound sit for a bit to give him a break before the hydrogen peroxide. The lights were still off so I was relying on the moonlight but I could definitely tell he was losing blood. I pull myself up from the couch, carefully making my way to the sink. I grab a towel and run it under the water, wringing it before bringing it back to the man.

"So do you wanna tell me your name?" I sit back down, resting my left hand on his other shoulder, using the other to press the cold compress against his wound.

"..." he remained quiet, hanging his head low as he closes his eyes.

"I'll go first then.. I'm Han Mi-sun, you already know that I live a few doors down. All that loud music you hear is from our apartment. I play the violin and guitar along with some other things. Now tell me who you are..I'm sure you know everybody else is afraid of you. And you know I have questions about Yoon-Jae." I smile, lifting the cold compress off and sort of blowing on the bite wound.

"..Pyeon Sang-Wook. Stay away from that guy, he's dangerous." Sang-Wook reaches to grab for another cigarette, he needed something to keep his mind off of his stranger who was dressing his wound.

"Dangerous huh? You give off that vibe but I'm not staying away from you am I? Are you saying that Yoon-Jae is the real tough guy? If so, how?" I laugh, dipping the cotton ball with some of the hydrogen peroxide. I carefully dab his wound with it, looking up at him and waiting for him to speak once more.

"Can't tell. Mind your own business." He lights his cigarette, putting it between his lips.

I roll my eyes, continuing to clean his wound. "Don't call for me when they come at you with pitch forks. I think they'd all side with the injured, kidnapped man over the presumed gangster." Once I was finished, I grab the bandages and properly wrapped the wound. I wasn't a medical expert or anything, Eun-Hyeok had just taught me some of the basics.

"What about you?" Sang-Wook finally turns to me, taking his cigarette from between his lips before blowing out more smoke.

I avert my attention back to him, our eyes locking again. My cheeks began to burn lightly, the silent beginning to build up again. I laugh nervously before looking for something to change the subject, grabbing his cigarette from his fingers. I've never smoked before and I didn't really get the point but I'd rather risk embarrassment over the silence. I try inhaling but end up coughing a storm, Sang-Wook cocks up an eyebrow, probably wondering why I did that.

"How the fuck do you smoke these..how does everybody do it.." I stick the cancer stick back between his lips before beginning to get up to go clean my hands.

He grabs my wrist again and pulls me down, "You never answered my question, what about you?"

"Persistent aren't you? I don't have an opinion yet. I don't know anything that's going on but I'm willing to stay by your side for a while. But I won't lie, Yoon-jae is kinda creepy.." I smile awkwardly, leaning back against the couch.

"You don't think I'm creepier?" He says, pulling his shirt back over his shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned to get some air. The man stretches his arm, leaning back against the couch as well.

"Well..You are pretty weird but nothing I'm not used to. I know you aren't all bad. I just have to get that side of you, somehow. Anyways it's getting late, the others are probably wondering where I am." I get up, closing the medkit and heading for the door. The man doesn't say anything, watching me as I left.