My Guardian Angel: Lee Minho

EPISODE 4'S. That's you? HJ

"YES! STOP THAT!"

"YOU'RE NOT ASHAMED?!"

"YOU'RE WEAK!"

"DOES OPPRESSING THE WEAK MAKE YOU HAPPY HUH?!?!!!"

It was the sounds of Bangchan, Changbin, Han, and Felix. While the other members stop Itzy. Minho approached and helped me stand up when I fell. But I feel like someone is staring at me.

"Neo, gwaenchanha? Let me take you home."

"NO."

I quickly answered. When I stood up and was about to leave the school, she held my hand and pulled me into the parking lot.

"Come in."

He told me to get into his black, luxurious-looking car. I was forced to go in because it seemed like he would urge me even more if I refused. It's the first time I've been in a car like this.

I sat down and played my fingers when he came in. But, he suddenly stretched out his hand and tidied my hair as a result of the incident. We looked at each other for a moment, but I immediately turned my eyes down and moved my head away.

"Ah, your hair is a mess."

He immediately runs his car. I said nothing but answered the question of where my house was headed. We finally arrived at my house. I got out of the car first. Minho cleared his throat before starting to speak.

"Ehm. That way. Why they-"

"I'm going in first."

I cut off the conversation because I knew what he wanted to talk about. She must have wanted to ask me why Itzy always bullied me. I don't want to explain. Because I'm not someone who easily trusts others. I went straight in and left him. Then he drove his car.

I change my clothes then eat, take a break, then get ready for work. I work at a cafe near the capital. I used to leave at 19:00 and come home at 24:00.

When I was walking towards the cafe, suddenly a bunch of biker gangs attacked each other. They surrounded me so I could do nothing but squat and cover my ears. Until a man told me to get on his bike.

"Let's go up quickly if you want to survive."

I hesitated because I thought he was going to hurt me. Moreover, his appearance was the same as theirs, wearing all-black clothes. So I just looked at his face covered in a helmet.

"Quickly. I don't mean to be bad."

We finally got to the cafe, because I told him to come here. As soon as he opened his helmet, I was shocked but tried to hide it. Or maybe he knows the look in my eyes that are surprised because he said.

"Steens. Naye. Hwang Hyunjin's."

Right, he's Hyunjin. I know what kind of nature her female fans are. So no wonder if he was chased by a motorcycle gang earlier.

"What are you here for? Or, you work here?"

I chose to go into the cafe rather than answer. But he followed me in and sat in one of the chairs. When I passed her desk, she said to me.

"I want americano."

Then I made one americano while hoping he'd get out of here fast. I delivered the coffee to his desk.

"Thank you." He spoke in his pretentious English style.

After that, I ignored him again and refocused myself on the job. The clock does not show at 24:00. I changed my uniform and turned off the lights because I came out last than any other employee. As I closed the door, I saw a horrible sight.

That guy's still here. He even fell asleep in his chair. I wish I hadn't ignored him. But the other me said to wake him up. I patted her on the shoulder to wake her up. I was shocked when he woke up and approached my face. It turns out he was pretending.

"I'm tired of waiting for you. This place is good, right? And it's night."

He kept coming at me until I was cornered on the wall. I'm afraid he's doing something.

"I'll take you home. It's late at night."

I was about to run but he blocked my path until I hit his chest.

"Can't refuse." He said with a smile.

I just follow what he says. It's true what he's talking about. I rode the bike again, this time awkward because the situation was not an emergency like that.

"Handles. I'll speed up."

"NO."

He took my hand and placed it on his waist. Then he really drove his bike very fast than before. Arriving in front of my house I wanted to go straight in, but he said something. I just pretended not to hear it.

"You're not grateful? Well, you're cold."