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" Fuckers! " La El brushes her hands to her jeans as she faces the man on the ground across the wall, her face scrunched in worry, " Are you alright? "
She crouched in front of him, tossing the bloody knife aside as she assessed his wounds.
Something in her had just snapped when she saw the men hurting him, she didn't know why.
She felt the burning rage in her body, her skin feeling hot with fury. She had no clue why she felt like she should protect him, she didn't give a fuck if any stranger died in the alleyway of her flower shop.
She sighs softly, " Excuse me, are you okay? "
She repeats herself, watching as he just stares at her with tears in his eyes, he blinks.
" Yeah. " he managed to croak out, she shakes her head slowly. " Can you stand up? I'll get you a first aid kit. "
He remains quiet even as she helps him up and leads him inside her shop, helping him sit on a stool and grabbing the first aid kit.
By now he's made her even more curious. She carefully nips and treats the wound on his forehead, the sheer intensity of his tearful gaze making her question everything.
Why was he looking at her like that?
Even though she didn't know him, she felt calm in his presence, as if there was a deep understanding stirring in the air as he just let's her treat his wounds, vulnerability swirling in his brown orbs.
La El doesn't recall ever being this peaceful in a stranger's presence. Was it because he is already hurt and can't cause her any harm? Was it because he seemed to have no weapon on him?
" Have we met? " She murmured softly, " I feel like I've seen you before. " She carefully grabs the hem of his shirt, wondering if he'll allow her to treat the bruises that are probably forming on his ribs.
" Have we? " He breathes out, not stopping her. La El wonders if he's even aware or not that she has managed to unbutton his shirt slightly, applying the soothening gel on the red skin.
He doesn't even wince.
" You seem so shocked. " She slowly buttons his shirt up, " Is it because I stabbed him? Sorry about that...I just lost it for some reason..."
That should be it, she mentally facepalms. How did she expect him to stay so calm? She had just severely injured two men and killed another one.
" No. That's quite alright. " He mumbles softly, still staring at her as if he's in a trance, " I'm Park Jimin. "
She smiles slightly, baffled why his stare hasn't made her uneasy yet. " Park Jimin-ssi, you're staring. Is it love at first sight? "
He blinks, seeming to have snapped out of his trance as his face starts to turn red. La El holds back her laughter, smirking. " Would you look at that? It seems so..."
