Omen - [EDITING]

[ Strange SeokJin ]

I've never shaken so much in my life to see this stranger treat his own wound. I'm not the one who's attending to him, but it seems as if he's done this more than once. I could barely move from my spot, even after he's so calm in cleaning the bloody wound off. I didn't see any deep scars, but his pale skin disturbed me otherwise.

Who is this person? Where did he come from? Why did he not want to go to the hospital? Is someone really after him? Why was he so bruised up after emerging through the shrubberies?

I wasn't sure whether bringing him inside my home was a good or bad idea. It didn't look as if he was going to rob or attack me at all. He really was in physical pain and I kept quiet the whole time as he cleaned himself.

He wasn't that heavy and mostly supported his own weight. My phone was still functioning in its best condition all right. He was done with cleaning his wound off and I scrutinize at the sight. The bloody napkins were neatly littered in the trash, but that's not what caught my curiosity. 

Why wasn't he putting a gauze around his stomach? There are still a few more steps from the medical kit. Why isn't he using them? Is he really bleeding, or was he feigning injury?

What is going on?

"Hey, why are you giving me that strange look?" He cuts the silence and I almost flinch in response to his loud clear voice. I couldn't blame him after he chugged a whole two bottles of water. Maybe he was so dehydrated on his way here, wherever he came from.

I pulled the audacity to point at the side of his exposed waist. He didn't look the slightest bit embarrassed to cover his flesh with the pillows. It was a strange sight, but his presence draws in more attention.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but where did your scar disappear? You didn't even apply any ointment or wrap it with a gauze! Are you sure you are injured?" I clench onto the surface of the pillow, scrunching my brows together as I kept my guard. If he did try to attack me, I wouldn't hesitate to throw the nearest object at him.

The stranger glances away before masticating his lips.

"I was injured and bleeding, but you don't need to worry about it. Thanks for your concern." He implies, packing the rest of the items back inside the kit before standing up. He didn't really need to treat himself, other than drinking two liters of water in one go and simply wiping his 'wound' with water.

This person is strange.

"You ... live here alone?" He inquires, studying the quiet surroundings of both living room and kitchen. I don't answer him and remain intimidated at his unusual behavior. It's strange for someone who was on the verge of death to easily recover with water. 

Am I thinking too much? Did he eat anything on his way here? Is he even human?

He gazes back at me, but I still had my frown on. I titled my head slightly to the right and realised that he copied me. 

"You can't just evade a question why countering another question? Are you sure you were bleeding?" I almost raise my voice from the sudden outburst of frustration. He isn't taken aback by my change of behavior and crosses his arms together.

"If I was lying, what would you do?" He suggests and honestly, his silver hair was a distraction.

I glanced to both of my sides, but there were no weapons that was sharp enough to cause injury. My vision turns back to him, who simply grins in return. My sling bag was sitting on the kitchen counter. I'd be more than late to reach my phone.

He raises both arms together as if signaling defeat. I remain rooted in my seat, which is only a few steps across to him.

"I won't do any harm to you, I promise. I just want to thank you for letting me inside your home and recover. If I told you my story, I doubt you'd even believe me in the first place."