Part Time: Rose's Thorns

Chapter 5: Under the dark clouds

Jessica made its way upstairs as I stayed under the parking lot. I'm clueless about what to feel with these scratches left by the scene a while ago, my fingers tracing every grey marks gave me the sense of hopelessness. Might take a handful of cash to repair all of these. First day of using this car; a problem immediately welcomed me.

Arriving inside the room, Jessica grabbed my finger and guided me inside her room. Without my presence I was shocked with her sudden action. I sat over the fur blanket on her bed and watched her grab something underneath the brown cabinet. 

"What's up?." I pressed my hands against the blanket. She had a small white bag carrying on her hand as she sat beside me, keeping her eyes on my wrist. No words escaped her mouth; she grabbed my wrist and twisted it, showing a long cut beneath my thumb as small amount of bloods appeared. It isn't that bad; I told her, but she never listened.

Pouring an amount of ointment on her index finger; she gently placed it around my cut. My forearm was on her clasp and my body doesn't let me move an inch; even when I wanted to. I couldn't help locking my eyes at her; why does she need to do such simple things like this. 

"What if something happened to you back there." She kept her eyes on my wrist, her finger gently sliding around my cut; it was satisfying that it felt my soul left me for a second.

"Well nothing happened," I answered as I craned my neck. Whole day was a tiring day, one reason for me to yawn as I talk to her. My eyes felt heavy and they were pleading me to shut it, but Jessica is here. "Don't dwell into the past again, it happened and we'll call it a day."

She slowly placed the green bandage over the wound. "Still, you shouldn't confront people like those confidently. 2015 is 2015, this isn't your playground anymore." She looked up at me, her eyes indicated concern. "Something happens to you, I'm all liable for that. You know I can't do anything."

She had a point, I'm skilled enough to fight people and she's not. I decided not to argue and ruin the atmosphere right now, this stranger being concerned about me was a sort of a blessing despite being called as my 'Fiancée'. Not if she's doing this for a reason.

The moment ended well before we greeted 'Goodnights' on each other, I gently pulled the door closed and sighed; that was it? There's no even time I didn't overthought bad things about her, did those bad guys sent her? Is she faking around me? Was she paid to act like this to me? No one knows rather than herself. I sat over the couch that was facing directly at the windows, staring once again into the skylines before my eyes slowly shuts off.

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The next morning, I had to be early on the final routine. Jessica with her loosened, oversized polo shirt appeared on her door with sleepy eyes; her face giving a confused look at me as I comb my hair.

"What's the event?" she asked in a soft voice, sliding few strands of her hair behind.

I had to rush, but I can't ignore her question; I owe her a car as usual. "Final funeral for Jonghyun. I'm one of those people who'd be running convoy for them."

She raised her brows while her eyes kept the sunken look. "Oh wow, you'll be using an import muscle that you wouldn't even see here in roads and car markets - just to be shown off on a funeral convoy parade."

Those words had me giggling for a mean time; at the same time it was bad. "You can't say something like that, ma'am."

"I'm just saying the truth." She chuckled, raising her shoulders. "What I'm pertaining is, you have to use something that perfectly fits the mood, like my black Maserati that my driver is using to pick me up."

I showed a palm as I turned to look at her. "So you want me to use your car, that's what you mean?"

Her eyes glanced above, returning to mine's after coming up with an answer. "Yeah? I mean, my service car; not my car."