Dongwoonpov/

I was so curious I came nearer and nearer to her house until I heard everything they were talking about.
I don’t actually get what’s happening actually.
I can’t even see anything.
And whatever that the screaming guy was hurting might be mute.
If it’s a person, he/she should be yelling for help.
Poor beaten soul.
I stayed however listening to all that was happening.
Then I heard a familiar voice asking the screaming guy if he ate.
What a drama spoiler.
He must be hitting someone and Sunhee just came asking if he ate.
She’s so random.

I leaned in to listen to the screaming guy’s voice but I heard nothing.
Then the door creaked open.

I saw Sunhee.
Her clothes torn, her body bleeding.
It didn’t cross my mind that she could have been the poor beaten soul.

” S-S-Sunhee? ”

I stuttered.
Since when do I stutter even?
It can’t be due to her bloodied body because I killed people and I’ve seen more blood than this.
Could it be because I knew her?
Or is it because I heard what happened?

” Oh, Dongwoon? Can I stay at your house again tonight? ”

She asked me smiling.
How could she smile in a condition like this?
She didn’t even sniffle a cry.
She didn’t even look like she cried while being hit.
She looked terrible and I couldn’t find words to say no.
But I did manage to nod my head.
Why did I even?

” Thankyou! Where’s your bike? ”

She asked almost jumpy.
She looks happy now.
How could she have this much of emotions after what had happen.
In fact, I am even more worried than I should be.
Why am I worried?

I pointed to my bike across the street and she grabbed my hand to walk towards my bike.
She sat on my bike first before I did and was waiting for me to get on when all I did was stare at her.

” Yah, aren’t you getting on? ”

She asked me, her voice impatient yet still happy.

” Are you okay? ”

I managed to ask what I wanted to asked since a while ago.

” I’m bouncing great. ”

She announce smiling wide.

” These are nothing. Let’s go! I miss your hyungs! ”

She chirped pushing away the fact that she was bleeding.
I mean her clothes are torn and she’s bleeding.
How can she even want to ride on a motocycle?
Her wound would hurt like .
I know how it feels.
I had it once and I felt like dying.

” Yah, let’s ride a cab. ”

I suggested.
She pouted and insisted on the bike.
I couldn’t say no but just told her to hold on tight on me.

The whole ride, I tried to go as slow as I can so that the wind won’t be too strong and her wound won’t hurt too much.
I felt bad whenever I felt her hand hug me tighter.
I know she feels pain.
And when I look at the rearview mirror, I saw a tear fall down her cheek.
I don’t usually bother or feel anything because I hit people all day, but I don’t know why right now, I feel like I should stop hitting anyone as long as I live.