no good || vernon au

four

Emmy's P.O.V

For the past 30 minutes, Vernon has been staring at me. It's not like a glance, it's more like he's staring into my soul. I understand that he's injured and he doesn't have much to do but at least look the other way!

"Can you stop looking at me?" I demand nicely.

"I'm bored and you're pretty so if you put two and two together." He shrugs.

I blush right after his comment. I don't know why I blushed, he probably calls any girl that breathes pretty.

Seungcheol has been texting me to go to this Korean BBQ place with him but I couldn't leave Vernon alone so I had to turn his offer down. Which, might I say, is very heartbreaking because I love Korean BBQ.

Out of nowhere there was a sudden knock coming from my front door. It was a middle aged man.

"Can I help you?" I ask politely.

"Is Vernon here?" He says looking around. Vernon then spots the guy and his eyes grew wide. "We have to go right now." The man says impatiently. It looks like he's in a hurry.

"He still needs to recover, sir." I say as the man turns his head towards me then back at Vernon.

"You're coming too." He orders.

My head snaps back to look at Vernon. I gave him that, "What is going on?!" look. He just shrugs in response. He's as clueless as I am right now.

"Why does she have to go?" Vernon questions.

"Either she comes with us or she's gonna run into some trouble with..." He didn't finish his sentence but Vernon knew exactly what he was talking about.

Vernon quickly grabs my hand and starts following the man which took me by surprise but I didn't jerk back. For a boxer, his hands were surprising soft.

"What's going on, Vernon?" I question. His grip suddenly gets tighter.

He sighs loudly, "I should've stayed away from you. Now I've dragged you into this."

"Then why didn't you?" Vernon stops walking and turns to me, "Why didn't you stay away?" I continue.

There was a brief pause before he said anything.

"I wanted to know your name."

—

We were in the backseat of a large car as the man was yelling at someone on the phone while driving. This has been going on for about 45 minutes now and the man was still as mad as he was before.

"My name's Emmy." I whisper.

A small smile forms on his face.

"You shouldn't go to your apartment for a couple of days." The man turns around and faces me.

"Why?" I say getting worried. "So they don't track your location down."

I start to tense up. Vernon somehow knew that I was getting worried because he grabs my hand.

"What is going on?!" I whisper but in reality I wanted to scream. "I think the people that harass me are now after you." He says looking down.