#jangjun angst

The last few years in Jeonju have not been safe, especially at night. Rumors are circulating that the mafia has returned to the city and had to move abroad. But no one can remember why. One night, the young girl was returning from work a little later than usual. She was terrified of all the rumors that she was holding the keys in her purse, willing to defend herself with them. She heard someone yelling, "hide!" So she did. She hid behind the corner, crouching to the ground. Then there were shots across the street and a subsequent cry of pain. When the shooting subsided, she came out of her hiding place. A few feet in front of her lay a man moaning, holding his thigh from which blood was flowing. She rushed to him. 

"Go away! It's dangerous here," the man yelled at her, but she still helped him to stand out. 

"I'm a nurse. I'll treat your leg, and then you can leave," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist for better support.  He didn't say a word, just wailed with a whimper as he stepped on his shot leg. Her house wasn't too far away, but he was heavier than she expected. 

"It hurt so bad... you should leave me there bleed to death," his words were harsh but still in pain. 

"Maybe I should have left you there, but my conscience wouldn't forgive me," she said with a lower tone, turning to the left, where was her house. Going up a few stairs to the porch was very difficult because the boy couldn't lift his leg. When they came inside the house, she led him to the couch next to the door.

"Wait here, I'll go for my first aid kit," she smiled at him with a small nod. 

"I have no choice but to wait here," he said with sarcasm in his voice. The girl sighed, rolling eyes, annoyed. The first aid kit was in her kitchen, where she grabbed a bottle of vodka to clean his wound. She went back to the couch where he was resting the guy. He managed to take off his trousers, which he left lying on the ground, which was already a small puddle of blood. 

"It's going to fucking hurt. Do you want a drink before that?" her eyes met his. He snatched the bottle from her hand and drank the clear liquid. He handed her the bottle again, and she pulled long tweezers from a first-aid kit, which she intended to use to pull out a bullet. She carefully poured vodka on the wound and immediately used tweezers, which she slowly grabbed by the bullet she had pulled out. He cried in pain, bitting himself in the shoulder. 

"It's out. I'm going to pour some more vodka and sew the wound," she said, looking at him with a kind smile. He nodded, shutting his eyes painfully. She began to sew the wound carefully, making sure he was okay. 

"I'm done. Wait here. I'll go for some wet towel to wipe all that blood from you," she stood up, running to the kitchen. She was back in a minute with a small bowl full of water and the towel in the other hand that she placed on the side table. 

"I can do it myself," he scoffed. She expected thanks from him or some kind behavior. She put things back to the first aid kit and turned away, walking into the kitchen again. 

"Arrogant asshole," she muttered to herself as she tried to wash the blood from her hands. She knew her cleaning work wasn't over because she had blood on the floor in the living room. She thought he would be away when she came back, but he wasn't. He was sitting there still without his pants on. 

"Aish, I was hoping you would be away," she said, rolling her eyes again. 

"If I'm a burden to you, you shouldn't have brought me here," his tone was sarcastic again.

"I saved your leg, maybe your life, so I was hoping you'd thank me. You're such an asshole," she shrugged. 

"To be you, so I would pay attention to what you say and to whom," he folded his arms across his chest, smirking at her.

"I'm not afraid of you. I think you could go now. Your leg should be fine," she also smirked at him and waited for him to get up and leave. He put his pants on, walking to her.

"You should be more careful, baby girl," he placed his palm on her cheek.

"First of all, my name is not baby girl, but Y/N, and second, don't touch me," she tore his hand away, smirking at him. 

"Nice to know your name, Y/N. I'm Jangjun," he sent her a flying kiss, leaving her house. 

A few days have passed since the night she rescued him. But something was wrong. She felt as if someone was still watching her, and sometimes a big black car parked near her house. It made her anxious. Her night shift was over, and she was on her way to a bus stop. From behind, she heard footsteps following her. Her legs started to shake from how she was scared. There was no one on the street because it was late at night. She was scared to stop walking, so she decided to make a stop in a convenience store. Y/N tried to call her best friend, but he didn't pick up. She quickly took something so that the seller wouldn't think she had come to steal. She went out into the street, where she looked around and saw no one. She took a deep breath and continued on her way to the bus stop. The bus arrived just when she came. She got on so quickly, exhaling deeply.

As she approached her house, she saw the same black car as in the morning. Her footsteps immediately went to the car. She knocked on the driver's window and waited to see if anything would happen. The window went down her eyes met an older man in his forties. 

"Why are you still parking here. Do you think I won't notice you? could you leave, please?" she was furious.

"I was ordered to guard your house. Just like my colleague got an order to supervise you when you leave work," he said coldly. 

"What are you talking about, sir? Can I talk with your boss?" she was disappointed in his words. 

"Sorry, I don't know if I can do it for you. The boss told me not to contact him," the man said, making Y/N more disappointed.

"I'll call the cops if you won't contact your boss. I'll search for my phone, so you have a few seconds to change your mind," she began rummaging in her purse, looking for a phone.

"Don't call the cops, please. I'll call him now," his tone sounded spooked. Y/N smiled triumphantly. After a few seconds, he handed his phone to her. 

What's wrong, Whangchul? Did something happen to her?

Hello, I hope that your employee will be somewhere else tomorrow morning and that your other person will not be watching me either. I can call the police and report stalking.

I wouldn't involve the police. I'm just trying to protect you because I think you're in danger because of the night you saved me.

Oh. You are that Jang asshole. I'm asking you to stop watching me. I can take care of myself. Thanks, bye.

Wait. I'll give you my number in case of an emergency if you need help. Okay?

I don't think I'll need it, so I probably don't want it. Goodbye.

She returned the phone to the owner, determined to go home and not have to deal with anything, but the guy stopped her.

"Miss, take this. If you don't take it, I won't be able to leave," he said, handing her a piece of paper with something written on it. 

"Fine, bye," she grabbed the paper and left him behind. 

On a Friday night when Y/N had her day off, she heard someone walking on her porch. Then out of nowhere, someone started banging on the door. For a moment, the door seemed to breakthrough. She was in the kitchen, hiding, holding the pan in her hands like her weapon in case the guy got into her house. She was shaking in fear as the banging on the door didn't stop. 

"Open the door, bitch," the man shouted, making Y/N more afraid. She noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter, the piece of paper with the Jangjun's number. She reached out carefully and dialed the number. After a moment of ringing, he picked it up.

Please, help me. Someone is banging on my door, shouting at me. 

I'm on my way. Hide well and don't get out of here until I take care of him.

She slowly walked to the bathroom after four, where she locked herself and hid behind a towel cabinet for safety. She was hugging her knees tightly, still shaking in fear. The banging was loud because it could be heard even in the bathroom. The man shouted various vulgar words and did not stop. Then there was a shot and another scream out of nowhere. But it wasn't the scream of the man who was banging on her door. Other shots were fired, followed immediately by another shouting. Her eyes filled with tears that started to fall. Her arms let go of her knees, and her palms pressed against her ears to hear less. 

"Y/N?!" Jangjun's voice shouted her name out loud. Her trembling body stood up, unlocking the bathroom door. 

"Y/N?!" he shouted again, waiting for her response.

"I'm here," she sobbed, wiping her cheeks with her shirt. She came out from the bathroom, meeting Jangjun's frightened face. He ran to her, hugging her tightly. She began to cry again, not with fear, but with the joy that she would be safe now.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here," he stroked her hair, still holding her tightly. She held him by his black sweatshirt, into which her tears soaked. 

"Let's grab you some clothes. I'm taking you with me so you would be completely safe," he pulled away from her to look at her. She only nodded, walking away from him. But he followed her because he was worried about her. Everything that happened today was because of him and his family, which had a score to settle with that guy and his men. He watched as she was putting her things in a bag. 

"I'm so sorry," he sighed, leaning on the doorframe. 

"It's okay," she whispered, standing with her back to him. 

"No, it's not. Anything bad could have happened to you. Then I would blame myself for the rest of my life. That guy owes my family a lot and acted like an asshole and got you involved," he ran his fingers through his hair. She closed the bag, putting it over her shoulder. 

"I don't think you've blamed yourself all your life. After a few months, you would forget," she said with a small smile on her lips. 

"Nonsense. You weren't afraid to help me back then, and I don't want to sound cheesy but, I might, but I don't care. When you treated my leg, I fell in love with you. I was really grateful that you didn't let me lie in pain on that street. That's why I hired a couple of my men to keep an eye on you," he came closer to her and took her hand, which he pressed lightly in his. Her cheeks blushed hard after those words. 

"I should apologize for the nasty words I told you, and thank you for everything you have done for me," she came closer to him.