Under Sun
8. The Floral Blue Scarf

"Is there a wound?" Jaehyun's voice shocked Jea who was busy looking for where the man was. In fact, Jaehyun was now crouching behind his body while looking up at the tree.

How could the clattering of Jaehyun's legs not be heard at all? Jea had also swept all over to search for his whereabouts. Then...

"T-Master! How can—"

"You were hurt?" Jaehyun asked again, making Jea shake weakly.

"What about Mister?"

Jaehyun just fell silent, his eyes focused on the few people in all-black uniforms who started popping out from behind the shady tree. Jea followed the direction of Jaehyun's eye movements and was shocked again. Who're they?

Jaehyun's hand began to reach into something behind the dark green coat of his police force, then Jea could see if a real gun was plastered in that big hand. Jaehyun started putting six rounds of ammunition into the gun and pulled the trigger.

Jaehyun's left hand pulled on Jea's body, then clenched him tightly, "Don't move or get away from me."

"Okay sir" said the girl with lips that were already shaking. What is really going on right now? His eyes were again tightly shut as several shots erupted deafening.

The men in black uniforms started shooting towards them. Make Jea and Jaehyun must take shelter behind the ruins of the building. When his turn came, Jaehyun's hands nimbly shot at the bullets, until some of the men in black uniforms fell down.

Jea had a small screech when some of the ruins of the small building turned into sand. But his focus was again distracted by the hands of Jaehyun who was still hugging his body. Even their bodies were already very attached at this moment. Jea suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

The sound of the trigger being continuously pulled and the sound of the explosion of ammunition spread across the entire Jea head. A few sounds of pain also passed into his ears. No, not Jaehyun, but those people.

Silent atmosphere.

There was no quick movement Jaehyun made like that. There was also no loud gunfire. Time seems to stop for a moment. Only Jaehyun's breathing was a little stirring. Jea slightly rewinded her head to look at Jaehyun's expression.

Realizing their current position, Jaehyun let go of his arms. Making the two pairs of eyes collide with each other.

"I'm sorry, I don't intend to hurt you carelessly."

Jea nodded in agreement, "Have you been hurt?"

"No," Then Jaehyun put the gun back in his pocket under the dark green coat.

The girl turned her head slowly, slightly tilting her body to let her gaze slip from the snare of the ruins of the building. His eyes slightly widened as he could clearly see the twelve people in black uniforms lying on the asphalt with pools of blood flowing together.

But not for long, his eyes suddenly darkened. It turned out that Jaehyun's hand was blocking Jea's eyes from seeing, "Don't look. You will not be able to sleep."

Jea twisted his body position to face Jaehyun. The goal was to address Jaehyun who was just silent. So what should they be now? The mustang car was burned.

Jaehyun is now taking a walkie talkie in a large pocket in his pants. Then he uttered words that Jea could not understand. Although, Jea still pay attention to all the behavior of Jaehyun in silence.

"My car will be here soon. No problem for you, right?" He said while re-entering his walkie talkie.

"It's okay, sir."

Jaehyun nodded, then his eyes suddenly shifted on Jea's slightly scratched palm, "This is what? Why did you say there were no wounds?"

Jea was a little horrified as her eyes caught Jaehyun's serious gaze, "Sorry Master.. Jea thought it wasn't a wound, it wasn't a wound like this?"

The girl uncovers a bit of her white blouse, showing a rather large incision wound to her abdomen. Jaehyun did not speak, but he breathed a frenzied breath.

"That kind of wound is also. And," Jaehyun's hand moved touching the white blouse and took it down again. His gaze was deliberately directed at the rough rocks beside them.

"Other times don't be careless open-air like this let alone the same other people."

Jaehyun started to reach back for something behind the dark green coat he was wearing. A small plaster was also a small bottle of alcohol he took out.

"Hold a moment," The girl's tiny hand she pulled slightly, then Jaehyun spilled all the liquid slowly on the injured palm. Jea grimaced small.

"Sorry, sick?" Raut Jaehyun was a little worried.

"No Sir.."

Afterwards, Jaehyun cleaned up the remnants of the alcoholic liquid on Jea's palm and wiped it with a checkered handkerchief. A plaster was now neatly attached to his hand.

For some reason, those tiny lips moved to smile. He was happy, "Thank you very much Sir."

Fifteen minutes after the incident, the brown ford car picked them up. Finding one of his subordinates waving, Jaehyun stood up and coded Jea to move and get into the car.

Both have now arrived at one of the famous motels in Michigan. Jaehyun was still busy talking to some of his subordinates who were waiting in the motel lobby while walking towards room 207, the room he was going to occupy.

However, Jea had repeatedly strayed, somehow, when he had walked not far behind Jaehyun. Making Jaehyun overwhelmed himself.

"You walk beside me" Now clumsily, the man chose to hold Jea's hand.

The two started walking in tandem, climbing the white stairs towards the second floor. Two young men in military uniforms followed behind. At first, Jea was a little strange because Jaehyun was holding his hand slowly. I don't know, all of a sudden it feels like his chest is rippling faster.

"This is my room" Jaehyun stood in front of room number 207.

Then he pointed to the room next to him, "And this is your room."

Jea nodded. While Jaehyun, again talking to his subordinates in front of the room door.

"In that case, we beg you to resign first, General."

After finding Jaehyun's agreement, the two young men immediately saluted him and passed. Now the eyes of the two again collide with each other.

"You don't have any clothes yet, do you?"

Hearing this made Jea shake her head, "True Master."

A faint smile was imprinted on that beautiful face, "If that is so, come on, let me buy you a shirt."

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Jea herself also did not understand, her body suddenly suffocated. Is the normal market this crowded? His eyes turned around again. Risguh made by the humans around it gives an effect that is not playful. Even his hands were already sweating coldly. Really, Jea was not used to coming face to face with these many people.

But Jaehyun seemed to notice the slightly strange movements of the girl beside him, making Jaehyun think for a while. Is something wrong? Ah, just now he was remembering the background of Jea he read last night. The Collins family is that bad, right?

"If you're afraid, hold my hand. Or if you're not comfortable, hold me wherever you want."

After thinking about the words just now, Jea decided to gently grin Jaehyun's dark green coat, "Is this like all right, Mister?"

"Yes." Yeah."

The two men continued their footsteps. Down the street full of sales outlets. Various kinds, ranging from food to mystical things such as tarot cards. For Jaehyun himself, the situation in the market was indeed a little full. To the extent that they have to be a little jostling just to see what is being sold by certain outlets.

Those black eyes were fixated on a fairly desolate stall, making its steps towards that direction. Jea slightly furrowed her brow in confusion as Jaehyun turned out to enter the women's clothing boutique outlet.

"Welcome Mr and Madam, how can I help you?" A friendly welcome was exposed from a middle-aged woman complete with her smile on that round face.

Jaehyun is now staring at some mid-dress hanging on the short rooftop of the booth. But the net fell back on a thin plain brown dress located at the very end, "Can you see that one?"

Then the owner immediately grabbed the dress and gave it to Jaehyun, "That's a sweet knee-length dress. It would be a good fit for this Madam."

But it seemed that Jaehyun slightly disagreed. No, not on the sweet side, but on the knee. Jea is too short to be categorized as an adult woman, surely this dress will reach her calf.

"I want this one and all the dresses from end to end," Slightly smiling faintly, Jaehyun pointed at the row of dresses still hanging.

"Well Sir!"

"T-Master.."

Jaehyun slightly stared down, "Yes?"

"Is it no problem?"

Of course the man clearly understood where the direction of Jea's question was, definitely about the clothes he bought, "Why should it be a problem?" Jea fell silent, not knowing what to say to reply to Jaehyun's backlash.

This guy is good, too good. But of course, Jea was overwhelmed by not understanding Jaehyun's all kinds of unusual attitudes.

"I also want this one," Jaehyun grabbed a head scarf that Jea originally thought was a handkerchief. Wait, the color is light blue with floral motifs that adorn the fabric. Is Jaehyun's taste really unique?

Jea was further aghast as Jaehyun folded the scarf head into a triangular shape, the big hand stroking Jea's head, probably intending to tidy up Jea's slightly matted brownish hair. Afterwards, Jaehyun placed the cloth on Jea's head.

“It turns out you're beautiful."

Secretly, his heart was pounding again. No man has ever given such words to himself. Jea's cheeks are hot. God, what's wrong with her?