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Thecold wind caressed his hair while he jumped out of his car, shutting the door behind him. A few snowflakes landed on his hair and coat. It was likely midnight, but the streets were still occupied.
The pale skinned boy started walking after he locked the door, inserting his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. It was rare for him to enjoy his days all by himself, so it made him excited that he could just roam around without wearing that stupid mask.
He walked along the streets, humming a melody to himself. People were celebrating the new year, enjoying their small worlds; the streets were noisy, yet it felt serene to him.
At least it was better to listen to people laugh and talk than to cry and scream in front of him. Being a criminal was no choice for him, but nevertheless, he enjoyed his work.
He didn't realize he had lost track of time, and it's almost two in the morning. He didn't get too far from where he parked his car, and now he was standing in front of a bridge, admiring the moon.
All of a sudden, his peace was troubled by someone who bumped into him. He heard a groan and saw that the person in front of him had scratch marks on his face.
"Are you--"
"I-I'm sorry," the boy muttered, bowing to him, before he ran away.
Chris couldn't even get a single perfect glance at the boy. He kept looking at the running boy; he felt as if he had seen this boy before. It couldn't be him, right?
"Weird," he thought as the boy kept running into other people.
The boy paused on his footsteps, standing at the summit of the bridge. He gulped as he walked forward. There weren't a lot of people; no one would notice him. He climbed up the railing with his legs trembling.
He sobbed as his body was hurting; he couldn't do that anymore. He's not worthy of being in this world, he's just a useless person.
He looked around him; few people were there, and they cared nothing about it. He took one last deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, mom and dad."
"Hey- wait!"
He heard a loud yell, and he looked in the direction of the voice to see the same person he apologized to. A tear escaped from his eye, and his lips quivered before he looked away.
"No!" Chris ran as fast as he could, but the boy had already jumped off the bridge.
He stopped there, shocked, not knowing what to do. He can't let him die like that; the boy didn't even look like he was in his 20s.
Chris muttered a curse under his breath as he took off his coat. He knows what he's about to do and how dangerous it can be, but right now he's just focusing on rescuing the boy.
He prayed to God to keep him and the boy alive as he dove in. He felt as though the electricity had passed through his whole body when the cold water hit him. It wasn't long before he found the boy when he saw him drowning deeper in the water.
He swam towards the boy and held him tightly. He carried him to the surface and continued to swim towards the land.
"l-let me die..."
He heard the faint voice of the boy, which just broke his heart. Last time he met this boy, he was totally different; what happened to him?
"Please, try to breathe." Chris said, his voice is gentle. The boy's face was becoming paler, and his lips were growing a tint of blue.
He finally made it to the land and let out a heavy breath. He hurriedly carried the boy on his back and tried to walk as fast as he could to his car.
He ignored the looks and glimpses people were giving him. When he got to his car, he opened the door and gently laid the boy on the seat.
He got in and started his car. While he rotated the steering wheel, he took out his phone, which he had fortunately left in his car. He quickly called Jisung, one of his trusted workers.
"Hello, do you need any hel--"
"Hurry up and call the doctors at our residence!" Chris talked before the younger one could say something else.
"Oh, oka--"
He disconnected the call and sped up the car. Looking over to the boy, he found that he was breathing very slowly. He held the younger's hand, rubbing his palm, trying to cause any source of heat.
The small boy's eyes were closed and his lips agape. He didn't faint; he just couldn't feel anything around him.
After what felt like fifteen minutes, he finally reached his home. He hopped out of the car and carried the boy out too.
"Chan, they're here, but why did you--woah" Jisung stopped midway as he saw Chris carry an unknown person on his back.
He rushed to him and helped him bring the boy to the guest bedroom. He assumed that if Chris did this for a stranger, there might be something special.
The doctors entered the room, clearly not expecting to get their collars held by Chris.
"Save him," Chris said, his voice hoarse.
"We'll try our best." The doctor gulped.
"You better do." He said as he eyed the Glock placed at the table. He grabbed it before storming out of the room, Jisung following behind.
"What the fuck was that?" Jisung questioned.
"Jisung, please, not now." The older said, sighing right after.
He made his way to his room to dry himself and get his clothes changed.
He sat on his bed, staring at the blank walls. He was too afraid to go downstairs. What if the boy couldn't make it? What if he failed to save the boy? What if...
Chris let out a long breath he didn't know he was holding. Everything happened so fast, but what's he scared about? He's the mafia; isn't he supposed to be heartless?
The truth is, he didn't want to lose the boy.
He doesn't even know his name, but that boy once saved him. He met a lot of people in his life, but nobody caught his eye the way that boy did.
That was precisely three years ago, when he was on a mission with his partner, Minho.
♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : Author's note ;:
I don't know what the fuck I wrote and right now I'm going to publish this shit- 💀
