It's Him I love

Broken Bones and Him

V

It's been almost a month since that manager incident happened. I still can't get that chase out of my head. I have been chased all my life. But that one had a very different ending. I got to see this extremely handsome man who for a fraction of second worried for me. For me!

Things haven't been great since then. Kook and I couldn't get jobs in any other construction sites nearby because they all got to know what happened between us and the manager. Namjoon hyung tried his best to get us into the warehouse truck loading job but couldn't either. After a lot of struggle, we finally got temp jobs as delivery guys for a local food joint. It's my third day and I guess I am fine with this job.

Kook and I both reached the food joint at the same time after our deliveries. We both gave the bike keys and money collected to the owner and decided to walk a bit before taking the bus to our place. Usually, our walks are filled with Kook's bickering about life and my silent presence. But today, Kook was equally silent and I was worried why?

"What happened ?" I asked looking down.
No response.
"Kook, tell me what happened?" I asked with more emphasis.
"I am scared Tae. How long are we going to do this. Why can't we have a proper lives ourselves." he replied with so much pain in his voice.
I sighed and decided not to respond with any false belief.
"You guys are trash and you only deserve this, you asses." we heard someone say. We turned to see who it was and it was those five men themselves. We don't know which on said that but it doesn't matter. Before we could process what we were told, a strong punch met my face and I fell down on my back. I lifted myself to notice the other guy grabbing kook's shirt. We both tried to hit them with whatever we could find. They didn't budge.
"What do you guys thought? You got our manager-nim under police's eyes. No one said we can't do anything to you. You beat us all and run away? You idiots You are not escaping this time."
There was no one around to  notice what was happening. The street was dead empty.We realised it's now or never. We always feared for our lives. But if we are going to die let it be after a good fight.
We two weren't anywhere equal in power or sizes to those men. We gave punches and we received punches. They clearly didn't want to kill us. They wanted to hurt us bad. It was just before a few seconds from me completely giving in to their beatings when we heard someone scream "HEY" and a police siren sound. The sound wasn't so loud. The men got anxious and they ran for their lives. If police had noticed them beating us, they will definitely be prisoned. Shit.

"You got to be kidding me." I heard someone say with an atmost shock.

I turned to see who it was.
I am now equally surprised and embarrassed.

Why?
Why does it always happens to me?