KHIP-HOP Mini Series

Christian Yu (DPR IAN) 01

(Christian's point of view) 

His breath was ragged as he trembled. 

It didn't matter how much his body ached, right there at that moment all he felt was his rage. The anger that consumed him whole, wouldn't subside. 

Even after being jumped, it had been too easy to fight them off. 

He hadn't asked for a fight, in fact, he couldn't recall the last time he fought sober. It just ended up that way after he accidentally walked into the wrong alleyway. 

Ian had caught a group of 3 men in the middle of forcing a girl into a corner. He had stayed far away enough so he wouldn't be seen but it was until he heard her repeatedly telling them no, that they wouldn't listen, and Ian couldn't hear any more of it. 

He stepped in, they caught sight of him then and shoved her off all the while focusing their attention on him. They were fools to think that they stood a chance against him, the three of them against someone who lived recklessly, who wished days like this would come just so he could vent his frustrations. 

One of them stepped up to Ian, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Get lost, asshole." He spat. 

Ian flashed him half a smile before tilting his head back, taking a deep breath and in one swift motion, he grabbed each of the guy's arms with his hands, locking him in place before smashing his face against his, breaking his nose in the process. 

They had failed miserably at fighting him off. The first guy was easy, the other two seemed scared but didn't run and now all three men lay on the floor knocked out cold. 

Ian stood there for a few moments, wiping the blood from his busted lip which he caused from smashing his head against the other guy's nose. His hands felt sore, and it was then he noticed his knuckles bloodied, bruised, swollen. 

Ian sighed as he looked over each one of these men lay in a dreamlike state after taking a vicious beating. They weren't going to recover quickly; Ian knew that after this fight they would bare scars, scars he'd given them. 

They deserved it. After all, if he hadn't shown up who knows what could have happened to her...it was then that it dawned on him he wasn't alone. He looked back at the spot he'd last seen her to find it vacant. 

Through the darkness his eyes searched for any sign of her until his eyes traveled upward, finally settling onto her, the strange woman he felt compelled to help. He watched her intently, trying to understand just what could have led to this. How did she end up here with these guys? She seemed like the type of girl who avoided going out at this time of night. 

It's not like he was going to get any answers, but it still made him curious as to how an innocent-looking girl could end up in an alleyway in the middle of the night with such scum. 

He noticed her tremble and watched as she reached for the side of her cheek in an attempt to cover it up before he could see it. 

It was too late. 

He had already focused on the redness that was for sure going to bruise on the side of her face. He shook his head in anger and watched as she sinks to the ground; a sigh of relief leaves her lips and tears run down her cheeks. 

"Thank you." She whispers. 

It was silent for a while between them. She tried to relax as she listened to his heavy breathing all the while he heard her silent crying. After a while Ian began to feel cold as the heat and adrenaline rush was beginning to fade. 

He needed a smoke, he reached for his back pocket and pulled out a pack, sighing as he just realized he only has three left and made a mental note to buy some more before he ran out. He pulls one out lights it and puts it to his lips before he takes a long heavy drag, welcoming the feeling of warmth course through his body. It was then he felt himself relax a bit more, the tension on his muscles ease.