Reborn

37.Food Festival (1)

"HEY EVAN GET THE FIRST AID KIT SOMEONE IS INJURED, HURRY.!" The green-eyed man shouted at the worker who was doing some work at the counter. 

"Miss can you walk? Please sit here," he said so gently. He helped me to walk, and I took a seat. He rushed behind the counter, where the other man went to bring the first aid kit.

Both of them rushed back after a few seconds. 

A green-eyed man gave me a towel and another started to clean up my wounds. 

I can't be more thankful. 

"All done. Miss we have a bathroom inside I'll give you my extra clothes if you want please change or you'll catch a cold and fever." the man named Evan 

I hate sharing 

I hate sharing so much 

I absolutely hate to use something that doesn’t belong to me. 

I do not share my things with anyone, nor do I take someone's used things. 

Even the thought of it makes me vomit.

But in a situation like this, I have no choice. I cannot get sick, I have so many shows, and I already injured myself, which is definitely very negative for someone like me.

I cannot have scars on my body at all.

So, I got up and followed the man named Evan. I honestly don’t feel fear at all, even though they're complete strangers .

Especially the green-eyed man. 

I changed my clothes and came out.

I shiver in the cold. I took a seat. 

"Um, can you please give me a phone so I can notify someone? " I asked politely 

"Yes sure. " Green eyes replied. He looks like he came from a fairytale. He is like a Prince Charming. 

He handed me his phone. I called my security team and notified them they said they'll come as soon as they can, but until the storm ends, I must stay where I am.

I gave him his phone back.

"Here, miss, you must be cold." he handed me his coat before I could thank him, and he went away from there. 

I wrapped his coat around me. 

I was debating with myself whether I should go to him and talk to him. At least I should thank him properly, but he seems busy talking on his phone and typing something on his laptop at the same time.

"Here miss have this coffee." I looked up Evan is holding up a cup of coffee. At this point I'm indebt of him. 

Taking the coffee from him, I thanked him a a few times. I asked him to sit. 

"Are you Korean miss?" he asked politely 

"Yes. I'm. " I'm also surprised that this man didn’t recognise me. It's a good thing, but in my heart I want the green eyes to know me, to know who I am. 

"Really me too. I mean, I'm half Korean, half Italian. And him too." he said pointing at the green-eyed guy

"Him?"

 He does look like an Asian, but Koreans don’t have green eyes, though. 

"Yah. He is Jeon Jungkook. He is a regular here. You must not guess it because of his eyes. He got it from his father who also got green. Jungkook's  grandma was half Korean, half American. That's what he told me." he explained happily, he must be a cheerful person