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a group of thugs had already cornered the petite man, all carrying various weapons. tears fell down the oreo haired mans face as his back helplessly hit the wall.
"no... don't hurt me juseyo," soul said in a small voice, his tiny hands feebly shielding his cranium.
"were gonna jump you," one of the men spat in his delicate face. He smacked the end of a bat against his other hand threateningly.
before soul knew it, the man before him has been knocked down by some unknown cause. the group, who was once so confident, faltered as they tried to search for the new opp. then suddenly, they were all taken down one by one by a mysterious man in black. they didn't stand a chance against his skills.
once all the gangsters collapsed to the ground, the big buff guy ran a veiny hand through his sweaty hair, unscathed.
"aiiishh shiballl," he groaned, dramatically massaging his broad shoulders. "heh.... what a pain..."
soul, who remained in his vulnerable position, blinked up at his savior with big, teary eyes. "who are you?"
the said man brushed dust off his black suit then adjusted his tie. "my name... is keeho."
he took in the sight before him, nearly captivated by soul's small frame and his soft, angelic features. he extended a large hand for the twink to take. he swatted it away.
"i didn't need help," soul explained, but his flushed cheeks betrayed him.
keeho simply smirked. "if i hadn't come in time, who knows what could've happened?"
at this, soul couldn't help but feel a tinge of gratitude. and perhaps shyness. he averted his gaze to the floor. "... gamsahabnida, i guess."
"why don't you come with me..." keeho started in a low voice. "... soul?"