I dusted off my hands and faced the kid before me with my head down."Now go home safe kid bef.."
I trailed off my sentence.
I looked up too see a familiar face.
"You?"
The black haired boy looked up at me with a shocked expression.
We had crossed paths yet again.
I noticed the boy was taken aback too not realizing we crossed paths twice in one day.
I moved all of my hair to the right side of my shoulder.
"Go home it's late."
I turned on my heel hoping the kid will go home at this time in the night.
I didn't want to stay and chit chat it was already awkward enough.
"Wait!!"
I looked back to see the slight taller black haired guy sprinting towards me with his hands in his pockets.
I waited for him to catch up not wanting him to be left alone in an alley.
He stood alongside me with a smile on his face.
"Thank you for saving me." He grinned.
I noticed his curves go upwards and chuckled at his eye smile.
"Yeah yeah now go home."
I shoved him the opposite way and walked the direction to my house.
I kept walking with my head down low and looking down at my feet not looking behind me.
Click clack, click clack.
I came to a halt at the sound of footsteps approaching behind me.
I decided not to look back and instead hastened my steps.
Before I could the black haired boy's hand placed onto my shoulder and he spun me around.
I swatted his hand off my shoulder and stared at him.
"Go home kid you're Eomma is probably waiting for you."
I was about to turn away but he grabbed my hand again.
"Aniyo you saved me I should atleast walk you home."
I shoved his hand off of my hand underneath his with my free hand and placed my hands into my pockets.
I didn't reply as I felt the healing tube and the box of bandages in my pocket.
Aish Jiyeon ah! He's a nice stranger and gave you healing cream and box of bandages?! You going to leave the kid alone out here by himself?! Mind as well since you crossed paths twice!
I let my conscience speak and decided to listen to it, after all we helped each other out in just one day.
"Fine." I rolled my eyes and continued walking.
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He's Different | p.jm
FanfictionAll my life I was used to getting the short end of the stick. My father was abusive, my mother had passed, and the only thing that kept me from losing my sanity were my best friends. Life was not just about the destination but the path, and I couldn...