The Devil's Heart

Fate

It was a mid-winter night, with winds piercing like knives dancing on one's skin. A lone figure can be seen walking in the dimly lit alleyway of one of the slums of Seoul. 

His name is Kim Jaejoong. 

At 23 years young, he is struggling to find a job and get out of this neighborhood. Lady Luck hasn't been very generous with him besides giving him a pretty face. To him, it just means trouble since every company he applied for has yet to take him seriously due to his girly features and fragile frame. 

Rushing home from a 10-hr work day at Heaven Hotels, Kim Jaejoong cannot wait to cook himself a hot cup of ramen noodles stacked in his kitchen cabinet and crawling into the warmth of his bed. He started to feel excitement when he noticed that he was getting closer to his lovely home. 

'Just past this alley.' Jaejoong thought. 

Ack!

Jaejoong fell on his arms. Scrunching his eyebrows, he looked around and saw something on the road. Upon a closer look, Jaejoong was horrified to find that it was a body. 

No, not a dead body. But close to dying. 

Taking a cautious step, Jaejoong started inching closer to the body 5 feet from him. 

'Is he dead?' Jaejoong thought. 

"Ex-excuse me..." Jaejoong started quietly. 

.... No answer

"Excuse me..." This time Jaejoong spoke a little louder

.... Still no answer 

'Oh no, he must be dead.' Jaejoong thought again. Looking around, he couldn't see any houses nearby, so he pulled his phone out and dialed 119. 

Suddenly a hand grabbed a hold of his wrist, causing him to drop his silver flip phone. 

"... Don't... call..." It was a deep, velvety baritone. That voice sends shivers down his spine. 

"I... I don't.... " Jaejoong drifted off again

"Home... take me... home..." That same baritone again. But what home? There aren't any houses nearby. The only building was Jaejoong's apartment complex. 

"Ok but where do you live?" Jaejoong tried to ask him. It's not like he doesn't want to help, he just doesn't know how. 

"..." No answer again. 

"You need help... I'll call the ambulance..." Jaejoong tried reasoning with the man and reached for his phone a few feet away. 

"N..o... just don't..." The voice sounded weaker and weaker. Jaejoong was confused. He had no idea what to do. He noticed that the man was squeezing his eyes shut, indicating that he was in pain. 

That's when Jaejoong took a closer look and saw what the man was holding. A wound. On his left stomach. It was bleeding profusely. 

"You're bleeding. Please let me call..." Jaejoong picked up the phone and tried calling for help again. A hand came up and slapped the phone out of his hand, sending it flying. 

"...." After exerting so much energy, the man was unconscious. His breathing was rough and cold sweats started pouring. 

Jaejoong started running to where his phone was at to find that the phone has broken in half, making it useless. 

Sighing, he looked over the unconscious body. He was both angry and worried. Angry about his phone but worried about the man's life.

Huffing, he stood up and walked over to the man again. He started inspecting the still body. He started checking for a pulse. Found it.