Chapter 8: Mysterious Boy (Part 1)

Fahami's POV:

I carried Taesung all the way back to our building. He was beaten so brutally that he couldn't walk properly. Thank God, my Master trained me real hard. Thank God he made me carry weights. Otherwise, carrying this tall boy who was still leaning on my body would be impossible for me. But the hardest part was carrying him through all the way on the stairs. After reaching to our floor, I was panting for air. I glanced at Taesung. He was neither in that good condition to open his door, nor I was gonna leave him on his own in this state. He could barely stand. I was debating whether I should take him to hospital or treat him in home.

"Water. I want some water." Taesung's faintly whispered.

I looked over Taesung. He was gasping for air too. He looked so exhausted. I forgot about taking him to hospital. I rushed to my door, opened it and took him inside. Then I placed him on my bed and dashed to the kitchen. After pouring the glass with water, I went to him. I carefully held his head and brought the glass near to his lips. He drank the water so gradually. Then he looked at me, eyes glossing with tears.

"One more, please." He pleaded with vulnerability in his eyes.

I didn't know why but seeing him this much vulnerable made me want to cry. I again rushed to bring one. The second time he drank it like he has been thirsty for ages. Then he returned the glass to me and said, "Thank you."

He was still bleeding. I needed to take him hospital. Damn it, why did I drag him in our building instead of taking him to hospital? I didn't know any hospital nearby. If I called Eunjin and asked her she would be worried . I couldn't tell her about him. I should've searched in browser.

"Taesung, I am gonna take you to hospital." I was pacing in my room to find my phone.

He flinched and said, "No, no hospital. I am alright now. Thank you for everything. I should leave now."

He stood up and tried to walk, but he immediately fell back on the bed and groaned.

"Are you crazy Taesung? You are beaten up badly and you don't want to get treatment?" I walked toward him to hold. This boy was turning me crazy. Why did he have to be so stubborn?

"No, please, no hospital. I don't want to go to hospital. Please." He pleaded with puppy eyes. Dang it, this boy knew how to convince me.

"How about getting treatment at home?" I sighed in annoyance that I was defeated by his puppy eyes.

He agreed. I was not an expert in first aid, but I was a volunteer in Red Cross. So, yeah, I knew first aid, maybe more than basics. I cleaned his injury with Povidone-Iodine .

"Do you have anymore injuries? Like on your body?" I inquired about it because I was truly concerned about his health.

He nodded.

I hesitated to say, "Umm, then I have to take off your shirt, if you are okay with it."

He again nodded. I took off his shirt. He didn't have that kind of well-built body. He was very thin but a trace of abs was clear on his chest and stomach. Well, you couldn't expect more from an average twenty years old boy. Perhaps he wasn't twenty. When I reached out to clean his wounds on his stomach, I tried my best not look at him in the eyes. Even if I considered him as a brother I didn't know why the hell I became shy? When I reached to clean his back, he instantly grabbed my hand.

"Don't. They didn't hit on my back." I heard desperation in his voice as if he was trying to hide something.

I got nervous, "Okay."

I went to grab some pain killer medicine and a pain killing cream. He was immensely bruised on his face and stomach. He also got some cuts on his hands, lips, face, forehead and chest. I have to patch them as soon as possible.

Taesung's POV:

"Why did they beat you like this?" She asked me while treating my wounds.

I kept eyes closed and mouth shut because I didn't want to answer. I didn't want to ruin my mood by thinking about them. After such a long time, I was feeling this. 'Loved'. I felt being loved after such a long time. All these time this girl tried to help me but her actions made me believe she was pitying me. Indeed, she felt pity. And only thing that I don't want from her or anyone else is pity. But not today, not now. This time I felt being loved, being in home, being in family. Ever since my mother's death, ever since I left my home, I forgot how it felt to be in family, to be cared. She was caring about me. I felt warm in my heart. I didn't want to ruin this. She had such a beautiful smell. I couldn't help but kept inhaling her scent. But sad fact is I don't even know the name of the girl who tried to help me several times.

I looked at her and asked, "What's your name?"

She removed her gaze from my wounds and looked me in the eyes. Then she gave me a stern look and said, "Didn't I ask you something?"

Damn, she was stubborn. However, I enjoyed her stubbornness. She kept helping me even though I denied her help every time.

"I don't want to answer." I tried not to show my amusement.

The moment I said it she looked at me angrily and started to dabbing the medicine on my forehead roughly.

I flinched, "Aghhh! It hurts."

She stopped, "So, are you gonna open your mouth now?

"Fine." I sighed, "They are my bullies."

"And, why do they bully you?" She looked bewildered. I didn't understand what bothered her.

"Can't we discuss something else? I don't want to remember the incident." I desperately wanted to change the topic. Who knew if I could ever get close to her like this. And I didn't want to ruin this moment talking about those filthy animals.

"Fine." She concentrated on treating me.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"Fahami Ersin"

"Oh, Baek Taesung." I smiled at her which she returned with a slight nod.

I looked around her room. She had few books on her bed.

"Where are you from?" I looked at her face. It was impossible not to notice that she was beautiful. Not like Korean girls but she was beautiful.

"A Thousand miles away from here." She smirked.

I chuckled at her reply. "And you came here for?"

"Study. I study CSE in DGIST."

"Undergraduate?"

"Uhh-huh, postgraduate."

Really? That meant she was older than I.

"Taesung, how old are you?"

"I am 20. " Her facial expression changed. She looked like she was in pain. She gulped and started applying medicine again.

"What's wrong?" I asked her as I saw a very tensed look on her face.

"Nothing." I knew she lied.

She patched my cuts cautiously. Then helped me to put on my clothes. Few of her baby hairs were falling on her face. I felt an urge to remove them from above her face. She had beautiful eyes behind her rimless. She turned away with the first aid kit box but I had to tell her something. But, what should I called her when I knew she was my senior.

"Noona?"

She stopped right there and turned very slowly towards me. I saw an emotion on her face. As if I hit any soft spot. Her eyes gleamed with tears. Why was she crying? Or maybe on the verge of crying?

"Thank you Noona, for everything." I really meant it.

She looked sad and happy. Weird! The corner of her lips curved into a small but happy smile.

"You are welcome." She flashed a bright smile.

Her smile made a tug in my heart. No, I should not get attached to anything. She was so pure, so genuine. She was naturally a kind person. I should not include her in my miserable life. I am nothing but the devil. Rion already threatened her. I should keep my distance. Otherwise, he would do harm to her. I couldn't let that happen. I had to wear the mask again. The mask of evilness, emotionless, heartlessness.

"I should leave now. And today what you did was such a dauntless act. But you should have thought of consequences. They will come after you. So, don't do something reckless in the future." I scowled her.

I stood up, ready to leave, but she straight way blocked me and demanded to know, "Where are you going? You are still not well enough to leave. You need rest and something to eat." She asked placing her hands on her hip.

She said in a desperate tone. Why? Why she must've done the things that would make everything more complicated for me. Her acts made me crave for family, love, affection. It was also true that I felt like I would be faint in any moment. Besides, I didn't have anything to eat in my flat.

"Look, if you don't like me", She thought that I didn't like her? Well, Did I? "I will keep my distance from you in the future. But, not now. Please, you should get healed first. And from tomorrow you won't see me ever again."

Her last sentence made my heart jump. I didn't know why. I didn't want her to get intertwined with my life but that didn't mean I didn't want to see her face. It became quite a habit seeing her every day. Sometimes in stairs, sometimes in restaurant.

"Please, Taesung?" Her beautiful eyes pleaded and I would be damned if I denied her.

She was looking at me for my answer. I gave her a small nod.

She exhaled in relief, "Okay. Take rest. I will make porridge for you. Just wait for a little."

I sat on her bed as I noticed her rushing in her kitchen trying to make porridge as soon as possible. After a while, she came back with a bowl filled with porridge. I tried to take a full spoon but couldn't make it because of my injuries. Those bastards beaten me extremely. I would make sure that they regretted it when I would burn their hive. Bastards! Noona noticed that I couldn't bring the spoon near to mouth, so she helped me. She took the spoon and blew it for me before putting in front of my mouth.

'Oh Noona, don't. Don't do it. It will be hard for me to stay away from you if you treat me like this.'

After finishing the meal, she made sure that I took my medicines. She helped me to lay down on the bed and put a blanket on me. Then she left me alone in the room to take rest. As soon as she left, tears escaped from my eyes and all I was having right now was memories flashing through my mind.