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Theme- Manga spin off.

Music- Zen me ban- S.H.E (opening theme for Hana Kimi Taiwan.)

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"Ahhhh" Her scream was muffled by the obvious presence of a hand over her mouth. She knew that she shouldn't have walked home; she was now deeply regretting not taking Jan Di's offer for a ride.

She was now stuck in a dark minuscule gap between the porridge shop, and a clothes store, being held in a head lock against someone wearing an oddly cold leather jacket.

She tried to twist her head in a weird angle, to catch a glimpse of her captor, but failed miserably when she felt her neck getting strained.

The vise grip on her head was relieved a little when a hoarse male voice whispered in her ear, "I'm going to let you go now, but if you scream you'll surely attract the attention of the people who were chasing after me."

That's when the grip over her delicate head loosened a bit. She turned to run, but stopped midway when she heard a thud, and turned to find the man on his knees, crouching and coughing coarsely.

"Hey, are you okay sir?" The young lady asked finally, but she got no response he just kept on coughing. "Hey…." She abruptly stopped talking as the man tilted his head up to look at her, that's when she noticed not only that he was absolutely gorgeous, but he was acutely wounded. She wondered how he could stay conscious for so long.

It looked like he had quite a few stab wounds, due to the obvious blood that soaked his white button down, but it may also be gun shots. Ga Eul couldn't believe herself; she was going to actually help this guy.

"Hey, mister…are you okay? I mean, I can call and ask for someone to take you to the hospital...umm excuse me..?!" She was obviously starting to panic, the expression of her face was full of concern, this man needed to get his wounds treated.

"..No.." the voice was low and barely audible, but she caught. "No…What sir?" She was a tad confused, her eyebrows twisted in despair.

"Not…the hospital.." He was holding his ribs with one arm, the other was trying to push him off the aged concrete. Once on his feet he tried to reach the ledge of a nearby dumpster for leverage, but stumbled a bit. Ga Eul looked hopelessly at the injured man, but thought it couldn't hurt to help him, even though he did sort of hold her hostage.

"Here let me help you." Her voice was caring, and soft something that he has never heard before. She reached her arm under his, so she supported his upper body. "I'll take you to my apartment it's only a few shops down, I'll be able to help you there." His gave an indescribable nod, and she helped him stumble down the side walk.

'Please let know one see me walking a blood soaked man to my house, I won't know how to explain this to my parents if they hear about this…' she just hoped that luck was on her side for at least one day in her life.

Luckily, for once the streets of downtown Korea where empty and stark, save for some cars driving. The drivers hardly noticed though, for one thing they were speeding, and the man was covered mostly by her. To a speeding car they looked like a couple walking down the dark side walk, with the man's arm around her shoulders.

How wrong were they…because it was far from being loving and dandy.

He leaned against the pale off-white wall, still holding his ribs, while she fumbled with her keys to open the apartment door. To tell the truth, he thought it was a wonder how no one noticed a bleeding man going to a young woman's apartment, but then again no one was usually up at 3am.

Ga Eul took a deep breath, as she pushed the door open. She helped lead him to her bed sitting right at the end of the room. Her apartment was far from luxurious. It was a one room studio apartment with a single door leading to the bathroom, a tiny kitchen in corner, a couch, a small television, and a wood table and chair set that had a few books on it.

She helped him sit on the side of her bed, making sure that he was put down gently. "Wait here I'll go get the first aid kit" He saw her stride away from him and into what he assumed was the bathroom. A few seconds later she came back with a plastic case with a red cross on it.

"I'll need to see your wounds, so yeah…" She motioned to his blood soaked shirt. His nimble fingers shakily undid whatever buttons he had left, and she was rewarded the sight of his pale muscular chest along with the deep gashes from a knife.

She reached into the kit and grabbed a few small bottles of antiseptic and gauze bandages. He gave her a skeptical look since her hands were a bit shaky. She saw the look he was giving her, she placed the items on the comforter and closed the kit.

"Don't worry I've taken a few first aid class, so don't look so scared, it's not like I'm going to make you look even worse than you already do." Her voice was strong and confident, "Now lets see.." She was mumbling to her self.

She grabbed a few cotton swabs and put some antiseptic on them, "Okay, this is going to sting." She pressed the cotton down on his wounds gently, he winced a bit and his expression was sour. She lifted the cotton, and proceeded to cleanse the other gashes.

He watched her, her face was full of concentration he could tell her actions were pure. She then grabbed ointment from the case, and placed a liberal amount on each gash. He noticed how she wrapped his chest carefully and cautiously with the soft gauze, being extra careful on the long slash across his back that went from the back of his neck to the side of his ribs.

She doubled layered the gauze and finished with a neat knot on the top of his shoulder.

"There all done!" She smiled at her handy work, but was caught in a surprisingly warm embrace by the mysterious man. Her arms were oddly up as he grasped her a little tighter, but she didn't think off that much. He released her and gave her a light kiss on her lips. His lips left hers quickly and the warmth of his lips on hers was lost.

He looked up to her, with a dear expression. "Kamsahamnida." He said before turning her back toward her and lying down.

She sat frozen. She looked to his lying form then straight forward, looking back and forth between the two. Her hands automatically went to her lips.

'Oh my he did not just….

…do that…' her mind was reeling.

She made a silent shriek of anger. Sure he was gorgeous and all, but this jerk just took her first kiss!

She bravely leaned over the side off the bed to his form, and poked his back, avoiding the bandaged areas.

"Hey..You get up." No response.

"I don't, don't even your name and you do that….!" She was blabbing incoherently. She kept on poking him, and mumbling. She gave up, once she was rewarded his steady breathing and soft snores.

Unknown to her they weren't real sleeping notions.

She gave up and turned her back on him lying on the bed. She was drained and was because of that mystery man.

She didn't even bother to go around and look at his face to try and see if he was really a sleep, but if she did….

She would have seen the mischievous smile that grazed his lips.

He was messing with her. She was different than the usual girl, she cared too much.

He grinned a bit as he snuggled against the cozy pillow.

Well they didn't call him the infamous Casanova for nothing…..and he was surely enjoying his time with this lady. It was different.