Come Be Mine

19.

In a little run-down house in the poverty section of Busan lived a small orphanage that went by the name, Minhyuk's orphanage.

The owner Minhyunk had died ages ago. He himself was a nice man who treated the orphans nicely.

But his wife? She hated the fact that her husband was wasting time on some snot nose brats.

When Minhyuk died, so did the happiness and cheerfulness that the orphanage held. It was on a clear day like this that a little girl would be dragged to the playground a few blocks from the orphanage to get beat up.

Why would she get beat up? It was only because she knew how to do things better than everyone else.

She would receive kick after kick, and punch after punch. She took it all in. What more could she lose. She didn't cry either. Of course it hurt, but not as much as it did yesterday or the day before.

But today luck seemed to be on her side.

"Hey! Stop that!" His voice was a bit high pitched, but it was firm. And his eyes. She would never forget those eyes. Those beautiful light hazel brown eyes. You swore there were stars in his eyes if you looked long enough.

The kids all scrambled away from the 'adult' and left the poor injured girl to fend for herself.

The man walked up to the little girl stooped down seeing as she stayed in her position on the floor.

"Can you stand?" He asked in a much softer voice than before. She just stared at him for a moment before nodding, knowing full well she could barely even move her head.

The girl looked at the man and in a broken voice she spoke. "I-I d-don't need y-y-your help sir." The man frowned.

"Do you want anything?" he asked awkwardly. The girl, however, just looked at him from her position on the floor.

"Mister, what do you want?" she asked with a sigh.

"To help." The man immediately replied to the girl who pushed her arms up. They had a mini staring contest before the girl sighed. She held her hand out and the man gladly helped her up.

"What's your name angel?" The girl looked at him surprised.

"You just said it, its Lee Cheonsa." she said softly. A look of recognition flashed between the man's eyes before really looking at the girl.

"A-Are you an orphan?" he asked slowly. The girl looked at him suspiciously before nodding. Looking at the man she saw that he had blonde hair that faded into a light greenish blue.

The man also had an angel tattoo close to his in the crotch of his neck. and right under that had a name. Without thinking she raised her hand and traced the name. While the little girl was busy with his tattoo, the man examined the girl.

She wore a plain white shirt that had a hole on the shoulder. Stains decorated the front half of the shirt, while blood was scattered across the back.

The girl wore ripped shorts. In the middle of November.

"How old are you angel?" he asked softly, taking the girl away from her thoughts.

"I'm four, why?" she asked suspiciously. Cheonsa may be young, but she wasn't stupid. She was quite smart for her age.

The man only smiled. "Well Cheonsa, I'm turning twenty-one, this year." Cheonsa's eyes widen slightly.

"Really? You look like a young high school student. A broke, tired, and hungry high school student."

This girl had surprised the man yet again. His smile widened. "And you act much more mature than your actual age." He countered. Cheonsa pouted and stared at the ground knowing he was right.