❝ You know, my illness would be totally cured if you let me hit. ❞
❝ WHAT ? ❞
OR;
In which a homeless teenager aiming to become a doctor catches a lot of unwanted attention, maybe not the kind of attention she was expecting.
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❝YOU'RE JUST S...
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❝ Thank you again, I don't know how to repay you. ❞ He smiled warmly at you, ❝ Do not worry, seeing you get well again is enough for me. ❞ Your face turned pink as you looked away, ❝ I was supposed to be the doctor... ❞ you heard a low chuckle, it sent chills down your spine. 'Ok [name], calm down. You don't even know his name!' He seemed to read your mind because he quickly added ❝ My name is Diego Kang, nice to meet you. ❞ Your head snapped towards him, your mouth agape. ❝ YOU'RE THAT ONE PRETTY BOY IDOL?! ❞ you cursed yourself under your breath, why were you so good at embarrassing yourself so much ? ❝ I- I MEAN... ❞ he seemed amused at your panicked state, his lips curving into a a lopsided smile. ❝ I hope that doesn't effect our relationship, [name]. ❞ If your face wasn't red before, it sure as hell was now. You suddenly found the ceiling such an interesting piece of art. ❝ Do you not recognize me, [name]? ❞ The way his name rolled off your tongue made you feel things, he was now extremely close to you, his hot breath hitting your bare neck and making you sweat. ❝ I, uhm. You're t-the person I b-bumped into a few days ago... ❞ You made eye contact for a brief second, before he looked away, ❝ Doesn't the name Diego ring a bell? ❞
❝ OH. MY. GOD. YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE SOME RICH CELEBRITY!! ❞ You were now much more comfortable with the situation, yet still a little shaken. Your best (online) friend was famous and filthy rich, not to mention hot as hell. He shrugged, ❝ I didn't think it was that important. ❞ You sighed, now completely feeling better. ❝ You're right. If you had told me I'd probably have looked you up and fan-girled over you every second of our conversations. ❞ He crossed his arms, slightly tilting his head to the side. ❝ You know, those moves you pulled yesterday against Gun, they were quite interesting. Mind telling me how you learned to dodge like that? ❞ You raised an eyebrow, trying to recall such memory. ❝ Uhm, what do you mean? I don't remember buying a gun, is that even legal- I don't think so. ❞ He giggled, ❝ No, I didn't mean the weapon. Yesterday when I found you, you were engaged in a fight with a man- his name was Gun.❞ You furrowed your eyebrows, most of your memory of yesterday night was a big blur. But you do recall a man with black eyes calling you a whore. ❝ OH! You mean that bitch? Hmp, I really don't know how I did it, I just moved to where my brain told me to. Nothing much, I've never really had any experience in fighting- if you don't count me punching a girl in kindergarten... AHEM! ❞ You started rumbling- again. The man smirked, so you had no idea what you were doing? You managed to make Gun struggle while drunk and with no experience in fighting.
