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“We’re on the fifth floor.”
“109?”
“Shi-bal, we're right in front of the room!”
“Everyone come to the fifth floor right now!"
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Your heart pounded quickly, scared that those men were sent to kill him. 
There was a small silence before the sound of heavy running steps echoed down the hallway. 

“It’s this room!” one of the men said.  
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You removed Hajoon’s hand, signaling to him that you couldn’t breathe.
Hajoon gave you an apologetic look, before focusing back on the situation outside. 
Though his hand was no longer covering your lips, his arm remained around your waist, closing the gap between you two. 
Just before you could take a whiff of air, wetness was all you felt on your right hand, which firmly held onto his left arm. 
You slowly removed your hand away.
Your eyes widened, frightened by the amount of blood on your hand. 

You looked at him, though he seemed unbothered, as your hand trembled.
“Hajoon,” you managed to whisper in the quietest whisper.
He looked down at you.
“Are…are you okay?” 
He looked at his upper sleeve, just realizing that it was drenched with blood before he saw your bloody palm. 

Before he could answer, the men once again spoke loudly outside your room, averting both of your attention to their conversation
“He’s not in there! Are you sure it’s that room?”
“Yes!”
“Aishhh! He must have known we were coming!”
“Check every floor again and every area nearby! Make sure he doesn't leave this island!”
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Hajoon kept you in his embrace for an extra minute, making sure that those men left the floor. 
He looked down at you, who was still in complete shock.
"Are you okay?" 
You looked at his concerned eyes. 
It took you a few seconds before nodding your head to his question.

Hajoon sighed in relief, and loosened the hug, letting you go as he took a step back.
You looked at your hand again; his blood covering the whole palm.
Hajoon winced in pain, as the adrenalin washed away, holding onto his wound.

Your heart raced anxiously. 
You snapped out, seeing him in pain.
This was no time to be scared. 
You grabbed his hand, leading you two into the bedroom.

“Sit,” you told him.
Hajoon did not try to resist you.
You ran into the bathroom, grabbing all the first aid he bought you.
This time it wasn’t for you, but for him.

You limped out of the bathroom, sitting next to him, as you took out the ointment, gauze, and cotton pads.
Hajoon carefully looked at you.
He was mesmerized by your panicked and caring side.
There was something about it that attracted him to it.

“Wait, let me wash my hand first,” you remembered as you saw the blood still on your hand.
“---------, I can do it myself.”
“Wait!”
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Your hands trembled, seeing the amount of blood flowing down the drain.
You set the thought aside, focusing on the matter at hand, rubbing the blood away.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You walked out, seeing Hajoon sit there patiently.
“Aren’t you going to roll up our sleeve?” you asked, sitting back down next to him. 
“I can treat it myself,” Hajoon said.
“Stop being stubborn. Pull your sleeve up, unless you want me to do it,” you said, taking out a cotton pad, and soaking it with the alcohol.

He removed his shirt, revealing his toned body.
You looked away, as you felt your cheeks flushed red.
Get it together, ---------! This isn’t the time for it.
You told yourself, taking a deep breath.

While you treated his wound, you were still distracted by his toned abs and pecs.
Hajoon stared at you, noticing the pink look on your cheeks.
You continued to surprise him.

“Thank you.”
You looked up at him as you finished taping the gauze.
“It’s not the best. Hopefully, it won't leave a mess," you said, as you put the stuff away. 
Just before Hajoon could put on his shirt, you stopped him.
“There’s blood on your sleeve."
“It’s okay.”
“No,” you said, as you limped to your bag, searching for a T-shirt.

“Wear this until it’s safe to go back to your room," you said, handing him a souvenir T-shirt you bought.
Hajoon took the T-shirt.
"There was no small, so I bought a large," you added.
"Thank you," he said.

You grabbed his long-sleeved shirt.
"I'm going to go wash it," you told him. 
"It's okay."
"No, it's no problem," you said, before excusing yourself. 
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Hajoon watched you enter the bathroom. 
Who are you?
He managed to pull out a smile even though the situation was still dangerous. 
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
As you scrubbed the sleeve, extracting the blood, the tag attached to his shirt caught your eyes.
Brunello Cucinelli.
You stopped, thinking for a second. 
Does this have to do with those men?
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You walked out of the bathroom to see him focused on his phone.
“Hajoon,” you called him, getting his attention.
You stood by the bathroom, keeping your distance, for now, that you’ve calmed down.
“Do you know those guys?”
He didn't say anything.
A part of you feared him, but the other part needed to know who he was.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer your question, but he was deep in his thoughts, wondering how they found him.
He knew it was Ricci’s men.

“Can I trust you?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“It’s up to you if you want to trust me or not,” he replied.
That wasn't the answer you wanted to hear.

“You should rest here tonight,” you said, “I’ll take the couch.”
Hajoon quickly stood up, walking past you.
“I’ll take the couch,” he said, closing the door.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You sat on the bed, finding it hard to close your eyes.
He’s not safe anywhere.
Is this Mrs. Lee’s doing?
Eunwoo's?
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You sat up, wondering about the wound on his arm.
Something did happen last night.
You felt uneasy about everything.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
How did they find me?
Hajoon thought, staring at the ceiling.
He took out his phone, contacting his men.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Hajoon: Find their source. Whose men was it? 11:30PM/23:30
Wonwoo: They were Ricci’s men. We’re working on it. Are you alright, Boss? 11:31PM/23:31
Hajoon: I suspected it. I’m okay. Be careful and call me if you guys find anything 11:32PM/23:32
Wonwoo: Will do. We’ll keep watch around the premises. 11:32PM/23:32
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Hajoon set his phone on the table, turning to his side.
He looked at the door.
You’ll only be harmed if I told you.
Just as he finished his thought, he saw the knob turn, making him close his eyes immediately.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You peeked your head out.
To your surprise, he was sleeping.
You must be tired running from those people.

You failed miserably at tip-toeing, so you opted to walking as quiet as possible.
The only light that was on was the night lamp right above his head, making him the spotlight in the room. 
Slowly bending over, he looked stressed even in his sleep.
Your lips gradually curved into a smile, as you unknowingly admired his flawless features.

He won’t ever know.
Your body was no longer in your control.
You slowly leaned in closer to him; your eyes trailed from his eyes to the bridge of his nose.
Swallowing your saliva, your eyes met with his lips.
Your stomach tingled.
The heat on your cheeks rose.

Before you could close the gap between you two with your lips, Hajoon shot his eyes opened.
Your eyes widened by surprised, as your body froze.
He looked at you at the same time, remaining in the same position.

You snapped out, looking away first, straightening yourself.
Just as you were about to walk away, Hajoon grabbed your wrist.
Aish, this is embarrassing!
You slowly looked over your shoulder, ready to defend your action.

“I…I wasn’t going to do anything,” you explained.
“Can’t sleep?”
His question threw you off.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You sat next to him, fidgeting with your fingers.
Hajoon glanced over, noticing the fidgeting.

“How did you know?”
You glanced over at him.
“I was on the elevator with them.”
His eyes changed from curious to concerned.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No,” you shook your head.
He nodded in relief, looking away.
Though you wanted to ask him about his injury, you knew that he would keep quiet.
“Are you safe here?”
He looked at you.
“I’ll be okay."
"You should get some sleep. I'll keep watch," you told him. 
"Don't worry about me. My men are around the premises. You should go sleep. You have a flight to catch in the morning, right?" 
He was right. You did.
“My door will be unlocked if you need anything,” you said.
"...thank you."
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You got in bed, looking at the door.
That night you stayed up, waiting to see if he needed you.

You looked out the window, noticing the sunlight creeping into the room.
You had hoped that the area was clear for Hajoon, deeply concerned for his safety. 
Getting out of bed, you headed to the bathroom first, changing into a light, white sweater paired with a light blue jean.
Your straightened hair flowed down at the back, and your lips were painted red. 
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You quietly opened the door, peeking your head out first.
Did he leave?
You thought, feeling anxious as he was no longer in the living room.
Why didn't I hear him?
Taking a step out, you heard a mumble of Eunwoo's name. 

“Nothing on Eunwoo?”
You looked over at the balcony, standing quietly, as you tried listening to the conversation.
“I'm coming back right now. Keep me posted."

He closed the door behind.
“Good morning,” you greeted, pretending to have just gotten out of the room.
“Did you need a ride to the airport?” 
“No, I don’t want to bother you. I will just take a cab."
“It’s okay. I will take you to airport,” he said, as he walked straight to the exit.

“Wait!” you yelled out, limping over.
Hajoon looked at you, confused, standing a few feet away from the door.
“I need to make sure it’s safe out there first."

You opened the door, peeking your head out, looking left then right.
“Stay here. Let me check your room."
Just before you could take that step out, Hajoon grabbed your arm, pulling you back inside.
You looked over your shoulder, as you arched your brows in puzzlement.
“What?” you asked.
“I’ll be fine."
“How do I know that?”
Hajoon couldn’t think of a response.
“That’s what I thought."
“Park ------, I’m your boss,” he said sternly.
“My boss? In this hotel room?” you asked.
Hajoon’s cheek flushed pink, as he couldn't come up with another answer.
It was out of character for him.
“Stay here. Let me just double check to make sure. Who knows if those guys are camping in your room?”
Thinking about your proposal, Hajoon slowly loosened his grip, letting you go.
"Be careful."
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Noticing the opened door, you pushed past through it, peeking first before walking inside.
You walked into the living room, then the dining area, then his bedroom.
The room was empty with no men camping.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Meanwhile, Hajoon waited patiently by the door, anticipating for your return.
His phone rang, noting a text notification.
Just as he looked down at his phone, you barged into your room, as the door made contact with head.
Hajoon winced in pain, holding onto his head.
Your eyes widened.
“Yah! Who told you to stay behind the door?” you asked, panickily, closing the door behind you.
“Let me see!” You said, removing his hand from his injury.
Your eyes widened in surprised.
“OMO!”
A pinkish mark formed on his forehead.
“I didn’t even push that hard."

Hajoon stared at you.
It was as if you were effortlessly him into your aura.

“You’re not going to sue me, are you?” You asked, leaning back a few inches.
“What?” he asked, breaking out of his thoughts.
“You can just keep the next payment," you frowned.
“Is my room clear?”
“Ah yes, it’s clear!”
“I’ll see you later,” he said.

Just as he was about to walk out, you grabbed onto his arm, stopping him.
“Let me look again, just to be sure.”
As you peeked your head out the door, scanning the hallway, Hajoon caught himself smiling at your silly action.
“It’s clear,” you said as you looked over your shoulder.
“Thank you."
“Lock your door too."
"I will. Thanks," Hajoon said before walking out.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You took the elevator down with your bag in your left hand.
I can’t believe I’m really leaving.
You sadly thought.
Truth was you didn’t want to go back at all.
After all the fun and friendship you made, it was too hard to leave back to Seoul and live life again.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You walked out and saw Hajoon in a suit, waiting by the entrance.
You scanned the floor, noticing a few of his men at every corner of the hotel.
This is serious.
You thought, even forgetting that your safety could be in harm's way.
With so many clues, you still couldn’t figure out who Hajoon really was.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You sat behind the passenger’s side, while Hajoon sat behind the driver’s side.
You looked out the window one last time, before his chauffer drove off.

You looked over at him. He was busy on his tablet, looking over something.
“Hajoon.”
He looked away from his tablet and at you, waiting for your next sentence.
“Thank you for taking me to the airport."
“You’re welcome.”
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During the ride, Hajooon worked quietly on his tablet, while you stared out the window.
Aish, we’re already at the airport.
You frowned.
Though, your frowned quickly turned confused.

“W-wait," realizing that the chauffer missed the turn.
“You missed the entrance."
The chauffer ignored your call.

You looked over at Hajoon, who was still very focused on his work.
“Hajoon.”
He ignored you.
“Hajoon-ah.”
He continued to focus on his work.
“Mr. Hajoon-shi.”
He looked up from his tablet.
“What?”
“The airport is back that way,” you said, pointing behind.
“I’m going to miss my flight, if your driver doesn’t turn around.”
He listened to your concern before going back on his tablet.
You scoffed as his attitude.
Was no one really going to listen to you?

“Excuse me,” you said toward the driver.
“Excuse me, sir, can you stop the car?”
Hajoon and his driver both continued to ignore you.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You heavily sighed, pulling out your phone.
Before you could make a call to the cab service, Hajoon closed your phone.
“What are you doing? You asked him.
The car pulled up into an empty lot, a jet parked in front.
“What am I doing here? I’m going to miss my flight."
“It will be safer if you come with me,” he said, before getting out first.
You sat in the car, processing what he said.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You quickly caught up with Hajoon, as his men carried your bag.
“You can’t just make me come with you,” you said, taking notes of his men securing the area.
Hajoon stopped and turned back to look at you.
“That’s fine if you don’t want to come with me. I hope you catch your flight,” he looked at his watch, “in 15 minutes.”
Hajoon continued to walk towards his jet.
“Aishhhh,” you said in frustration.
“WAIT!”
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
The attendant bowed as you and Hajoon entered.
You returned her gesture, giving her a smile after.
Your eyes gleamed in amazement, as you took the seat next to him, an aisle in between.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, continuing to do his work on his tablet.
You looked over at him.
“No,” you replied.

The flight attendant walked past you two.
“Wait,” Hajoon said.
The flight attendant turned back and looked at Hajoon.
“Yes, Chairman.”
“A croissant sandwich and apple juice for her please. An iced americano for me.”
The girl bowed and then walked to the back.
“I….I didn’t want anything,” you said.
Hajoon tuned you out.
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“Thank you,” you smiled, as the girl placed a white glass plate in front of you.
You looked at the sandwich and it had to be one of the best-looking sandwiches you have ever seen.
“Hajoon.”
He glanced over.
“Thank you!”
He didn’t say anything besides continuing his work.
You dug into the sandwich, looking at the blue sky.
Though, did you notice the smile on his face?
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
“Let me send you home,” Hajoon insisted as you two walked out of the landing area.
“You should go to the doctor’s for that injury. I’ll take the bus home.”
“It’s okay.”
What you didn’t know was he did want to take you home.
He needed to make sure you were safe.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
“Get in the car,” Hajoon said.
“No, I’ll take the bus,” you told him, as you looked around the deserted area for a cab.
Where the heck is this place?
You thought.

“Okay then. Wait for your cab,” he said, getting inside the car.
You side-eyed him.
Aishhhh. I know you purposely did that.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You sat in the car with him once again.
“You can just drop me off at the bus stop."
“Or, I can just drop you off at home.”
“No, I don’t want you to. Drop me at the nearest bus stop.”
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
While Hajoon was focused on his screen, you would take a glimpse here and there to see what he was so focused on.
Should I even be in the car with you?
You wondered.
Will I be in danger too?
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
You looked out the window, seeing the car parked in front of a hospital.
“Why did you bring me to the hospital with you?” You asked, looking at him.
He got out of the car first.
You hopped out after, following him.
You grabbed his arm, catching his attention.
“You didn’t have to bring me with you,” you said.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
“Sunghoon!” Hajoon waved at his close friend.
I remember him.
You recalled.
They gave each other a handshake before Sunghoon questioned.
“What brings you guys in?” Sunghoon asked, looking over at you.
“Hello, Dr. Sunghoon,” you bowed.
He bowed back.
“Actually, it’s for Ha-----”
"It's for her,” Hajoon interrupted.
You gave Hajoon a confused look.
“Can you do an x-ray on her ankle? Just to make sure she’s okay,” Hajoon asked Sunghoon.
He nodded to Hajoon’s request.

Sunghoon requested for a wheelchair from the front desk.
Soon, a nurse rolled one out.
“Sit,” Hajoon ordered.
Your eyes widened by his request.
“I…I can walk. Did you not see me walk all those days?” 
“Sit."
“I’m not going------”
“Or do you want me to carry you and put on the chair?”

Meanwhile, Sunghoon smiled at the interaction.

“Aish," You said out of frustration.
You sat on the wheelchair with your arms crossed.
Just before Sunghoon could tell one of the nurses to assist you, Hajoon was already behind the chair ready to push you down the hallway.
“Where to?” Hajoon asked, as he looked at Sunghoon.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
Hajoon sat on the guest’s seat in the back, as Sunghoon analyzed the readings.
“Did you want him in the room?” Sunghoon asked.
You looked over your shoulder, seeing Hajoon sit there quietly.
“Oh…um…it’s fine,” you responded, looking back at Sunghoon.

“After reviewing the x-ray, you’ll be fine. It will take a while for it to heal, since you sprained it. I see that the injury has been a few days old. Have you treated it with any type of ointment?” Sunghoon asked, as he stopped writing.
“Yes.”
“I'll also prescribe a gel treatment for quicker recovery. Hajoon knows where to pick it up.” Sunghoon smiled, as he wrote down some more stuff.
“It’s okay. I can pick it up. What’s the store location?” you asked.
“I’ll pick it up,” Hajoon answered.
You looked at Hajoon, who was listening closely at Sunghoon, furrowing your brows in annoyance.
What's up with him today?
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
“Thank you, Dr. Sunghoon,” you thanked him, as he finished wrapping your ankle.
“You’re welcome,” he smiled, “if you ever need anything, just drop by. I recommend you wearing this brace for a few days."
You bowed in appreciation.

Just before Sunghoon was about to leave the room, you stopped him.
“Wait, Doctor.”
He turned back to look at you.
“Hajoon,” you began, looking at Hajoon, “he needs to get his injury treated too.”
“I should take you home,” Hajoon said.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
“You can just drop me right here. I’ll walk home,” you told him as his car parked outside of your neighborhood.
Hajoon looked down the street, seeing your small home at the end of the street.
“Are you s-----”
“Yes!”, as you took off your seatbelt.
“Pop the trunk please,” you smiled, getting out of his car.

“Boss?” His driver waited for the "okay" sign.
“Go ahead,” Hajoon answered, getting out of the car.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ •• 
“I got it!” you said, as you tried stopping Hajoon from taking your bag out from the back.
He handed it to you.
“Thank you," as you took your bag from his hand.
"Don't forget to go back and get your wound treated," you reminded him.
"I will."
"I'll see you later and thank you for everything," you smiled.
"You're welcome."

You began making your way back, while Hajoon stayed by the car, looking at you.

“----------!”
You stopped and looked over your shoulder.
“What?”
“Get well soon!”
“That’s all?”

“I need you.”
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