Let's be friends - Living with a killer

Living with a Killer 2.)

From the time I left the hospital until I got home,
I was thinking about that man's face.
Have I really seen this somewhere? I can't even think about it
I don't really remember.

“Who the hell are you?”

It won't be easy to forget that striking appearance.
I sat at my desk for a long time, worrying and worrying.
It just makes things more confusing.

"Oh, for some reason, people make me feel uncomfortable."

Okay, let's just sleep and forget about it.
It was just a passing relationship anyway, so what?
If you saved a dying person, you're done!
I jumped onto the bed without even washing my hair.

Why do unfortunate and fortunate things happen at the same time?
On Monday evening, as usual, I was returning home from work.
I was walking weakly.
I saw that man here back then. I had a brief flashback.
While doing so.

Turbuck

I heard footsteps behind me. I thought it was my imagination, but
Soon I noticed someone following me.

'What should I do??'

Should I run now? Before I even finish thinking about it
I started running like crazy. But the sound of my footsteps got louder.
It sounds close. It seems out of my reach.

"Choi Sia!!"

That voice is not the voice of the man I saved.
Because it was a much rougher voice.

"Is that you? Why are you alive?"

"What are you talking about.."

"This is a bit of a stretch. If you look at the tattoo on the back of your neck,
"It's you, right?"

A middle-aged man who spoke incomprehensibly to me
He took out a knife.

“I don’t know how I survived, but now it’s a shame.”

I was looking at the sword swinging towards me in vain
It was a moment.

Someone covered me up and instead I got stabbed in the shoulder.
The smell of perfume wafted through the bloody air.

"are you okay?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Talk to you later."

I felt more at ease when I saw a clean face under the streetlight.
It started to happen.

"너, 너 이새끼 뭐야?!! 이년 남친이야?"

"Something roughly similar."

"Oh, you're talking nonsense.. Do you want to die first?"

He quickly dodged the middle-aged man's knife.
I twisted my wrists back. Before the new screams could spread.
He even knocked me out. He looks like some kind of field agent.

“Shall we talk while we walk?”

“I hurt my shoulder, does it hurt?”

“It hurts. Let’s sit on the bench over there.”

My shoulder area is covered in blood, what's good about it?
He walks away, chuckling. I don't understand.

A man who had completed first aid with a bandage I bought at a pharmacy
I leaned back on the bench.

"Now ask."

“Why are you showing up there? Is that a tail?”

“I’ve been waiting here. Until you come.”

"Why on earth?"

“I want to confirm that you are that Choi Sia.”

The man came closer, about an inch away.
It's really embarrassing because I'm so shy.

“But I still don’t know. It’s changed a lot since then.”

“If it’s been a long time since we last met, you might not recognize me.”

“..Do you believe in fate or something like that?”

“Where is that? It’s not like it’s a drama.”

Unexpectedly, Yeonjun had a nostalgic expression on his face.

"I believe."

"Oh, it's more romantic than it looks."

“I have to believe in something like that to feel better.”

Every time I hear the answer, I wonder what kind of life I have lived
I became curious. So I decided.

"Let's be friends."

"I was going to say it first."

If you get to know him, you will know what kind of person he is.
And what secrets might lie in my past?