ten ; be your superhero/guardian angel.

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"I don't like seeing you get hurt."

She smiled mischievously. "Have you caught feelings, pretty boy?"

I gave her the, 'what the hell??' look. She pursed her lips before running inside the market.

Still puzzled, I followed her inside. I grabbed a cart and rolled it beside her. "Hey," I said. "Can I ask you some things about you and your life...?"

She turned to face me, her face emotionless. "Why?" She asked, her eyebrows becoming furrowed.

I opened my mouth to speak, trying to find the right words when she spoke, "Why do I feel like you know about my dad?"

"Your dad?" I slightly laughed rubbing the back of my neck. "I heard the happiest people are the people who are the most hurt inside."

She crossed her arms, squinting at me before turning around and going through bags of fruits.

"I-I don't know if I should tell you about me yet." She said.

"Why not?" I questioned. "Nothing will change if you tell me. I can help you."

She looked at me sideways, before throwing pears and oranges in the cart. "I'm scared you'll send my dad to jail..." she said before continuing her search for more things to throw inside the cart.

"I won't." I said in a flat, serious tone.

"It's embarrassing to say," she said, throwing some mangoes in the cart.

"I know what you're going through." I said. "You don't have to hide it, okay? Just trust me, and I'll help you."

"W-why are you helping me anyways?" She asked, facing me.

"Because, I'm supposed to be your superhero--or maybe your guardian angel."

She burst out a small laugh. "Oh god," she smiled, rolling her eyes. "I'll tell you... When I'm ready to."

"Alright," I said before heaving a sigh.

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At home, we put everything we didn't need away and began cooking. "I'll slice!" She said with excitement all over her voice.

I walked over to her, stopping her hand as she tried to grab the knife. "I'm not letting you go anywhere with a knife."

"I'm not! I'm just gonna stay in this kitchen." She groaned, slapping my hand away. "I'll be careful."

I bit my bottom lip whilst closing my eyes. "But--",

"Stop, pretty boy. I'll show you how--OUCH!" She exclaimed dropping the knife on the floor.

My eyes shot open. "What happened!?" I shouted grabbing her bleeding hand.

"I-I don't know--it-it just slipped out of my hands I-I don't know!" She cried, biting her lip. The cut was huge and her face was getting pale. Shit, fuck, no.

I ran upstairs at the speed of light and grabbed a cloth before running down stairs again. "H-Hurry, Jin, it hurts,"

I tightly wrapped the cloth around her hand. "Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? Shit, you're pale."

"Why is this happening to me?" She asked, her eyes full of tears. "I'm always getting hurt. It's not fair."

I sighed in frustration. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

She shook her head, but her eyes were already closing on her. Her body went weak and she fell into my arms.

Shit!

"She's fine, Jin." A man's voice said. I looked behind me, sweat covering my forehead. It was Ken.

"Take her to your room and put a warm wet cloth on her forehead. She'll be fine. She just fainted from the lost of blood."

I nodded and picked her up, carrying her into my bedroom. I did as he said and sat next to the bedside, leaning against the wall and heaved a shaky sigh whilst raking my sweaty hair.

"How do you like it so far huh?"

I looked up at him, shaking my head. "I don't like it at all. This girl is always getting hurt. I don't think I could handle this anymore."

Silence.

"You know... I thought I was sent this gift to help her from her father,"

"Mhm? So now what do you think?"

"I feel... I feel like I'm just hurting her. Every time I'm around her, she's always getting hurt. I feel like it may be because of me." I said, leaning my head against the wall. "I should try staying away from her. Maybe that'll help."

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