Ah, the park. Green fields, kids laughing and playing around with each other, barking dogs, and friendly old people…how dangerous could that be? I strolled happily along the pathway, enjoying the sun beaming down on me and the warm wind toying with my short hair and skirt. A group of small children ran across the path I was on and I froze to stop from colliding into them as they laugh merrily and rushed away unharmed and I shook my head. Kids these days.

I was about to continue walking when I was knocked into from the side and was sent crashing down onto the ground with a loud gasp. My knees slammed against the concrete and grazed deeply, and I could already feel a large, nasty bruise swelling on my hop and leg. I look up just in time to see a man wearing a khaki coat and ripped jeans running off with my black purse that was swinging violently in his hand.

I realize what just happened and I gasp again. Blood was now running down my leg freely and tears were swelling in my eyes-never mind the fact that my purse had money but the fact that it had my grandfather’s picture that I kept in there. “Stop! Thief!” I shouted. “Stop that man! Somebody!”

Everybody stopped what they were doing and followed the direction in which I was pointing. The man who took my purse looked over his shoulder warily and smiled in success; he won. I staggered up onto my feet with a number of painful hisses; looking down through my torn bloody skirt, I could see the blood rolling from the back, bruised cut on my knee.

I looked up to see my attacker suddenly on the ground with someone standing over him. I gasp and stagger forward to try and get a better focus but it didn’t help. All I know is that the man who stole my bad isn’t moving; possibly unconscious. “Stay put, I’m calling the police.” A woman says from my right side. I tore my eyes away from the oncoming, masculine figure to glance at the woman. She was already punching the three magic numbers into the face of her phone.

I looked back in front of me at the sound of heavy panting and loud, slowing footsteps just in time to see my rescuer stops in front of me with my bag hanging from his hand. He leaned over to catch his breath and spots the blood on my knee; his blue eyes filled with concern under his soft jet black hair.

He leans back up and looks at me up and down with a raised brow of concern. “Your knee looks pretty bad, miss. We should get you to a hospital.” I blinked, suddenly realizing he was talking to me and I looked down at my knee. It was still bleeding, and my shin was now covered in red. My heart filled with fright as my stomach churns with nauseous. All of this happened so fast, I couldn’t keep up. I suddenly felt a wave of light-headedness pass through me and I swayed uncontrollably to the side, only to be caught by my rescuer in a tango dance position.

He gazed down at me with his dreamy eyes and they locked with mine. “Hey there, hang on,” he whispers. I swallowed. “Thank you. I-I think I’m alright…” He nods. “You sure?”

I nod in reply and he helps me stand back up again. Nonetheless he wraps my left arm around the back of his neck and slipped his right arm around my back to keep me up. The nausea in my stomach transforms into butterflies as I glanced shyly up at him.

His eyes caught mine and I smiled. His eyes were filled with warmth and he replied with the same smile. We both knew what was happening.

“I’m Alyssa,” I muttered subconsciously while staring up at him. The sound of loud sirens screamed out in the background, but neither of us moved. People have started to gather around nearby both the two of us and the unconscious criminal stilly lying lifelessly in the path up ahead, but our eyes remained locked the entire time. “Jung-Su.” He answered. I smiled dreamily again.

“Well, Jung-Su…thank you for saving my purse.” “Any time,” He strongly whispered back. From that moment, something awakened inside me. Something light. Something warm, and something strong.

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“Oh you’re okay! Thank god!” Mom shouted as she wrapped her arms around me, and cried happily when I got home. Dad’s expression was washed with relief as he joined the warm bonding moment. “We thought something terrible happened to you!” Dad said when the bonding moment was broken. I smiled lightly at their concerned over me. “Don’t worry, the doctor and nurse cleaned up my wound and patched it up. And that thief is now in jail, thanks to a rescuer.”

My thoughts instantly went back to Jung-Su. Where did he come from? Who was he? He seemed so mysterious and yet I want to get to know him more. But then again I couldn’t do that since I already have a boyfriend, Tyler. Speaking of Tyler. “Mom, did Tyler called?” I ask. She sucked her teeth. “No he didn’t. Alyssa, I don’t know why you are even going out with this boy.”

“What’s so wrong about him?” I ask lightly and limped to the couch. “Nothing, it’s just…it’s just that he looks like he’s more in love with himself than you.” Mom said, frowning afterwards. I rolled my eyes and leaned into the soft pillow that Dad had placed behind me for support. “That’s true. He’s like the surfer dude Narcissist,” Brenda said while watching TV. “You guys are mean,” I said, pouting.

“No we’re not, we just care about you that’s all.” Dad said and kissed my right temple. “So who was this rescuer?” Mom asks, changing the subject, and I love her for that. “I don’t know. He said his name Jung-Su…” And what sexy name it is.

At once I found all of them staring at me with wide eyes that were filled with shock and fright. “What?” I ask, looking back and forth at my mom and dad. “He’s the Prince of Silver Bullets! Oh my gosh! He’s gonna kill you! Or worse, us!” Brenda squeaked. Holy Sugar Honey Ice Tea, shooter nuggets.

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