Perfectly imperfect.
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"BUT-"

Song Kang cut me from speaking further, "No questions further."

I twist my mouth shutting up.

It wasn't right and not fair at all. What did he mean by saying I was gonna be safe if I was to become his girlfriend?

Nothing was making sense and when I was trying to ask him he didn't want to answer any of my questions.

How did he think that I would simply trust him?

I shook my head, "Song Kang..."

He looked up at me as I let out a deep breath, "You say I will be safe if I am your girlfriend, right?"

"Yes."

Licking my lips I add, "I'll be your girlfriend on one condition."

He thinks for a few seconds before stating, "Tell me what it is?"

"Answer me all the questions I need to trust you, only then I will be ready to take the risk"

Grunting in response Song Kang falls back behind his back covering his face with his palms and staying like that for a few minutes. I stood in the same position waiting for him to reply to my suggestion,

And he got up.

"Fine, but not everything."

Yeah it was obvious he wouldn't tell me everything. He was keeping me safe by keeping the reasons to himself but at least I wanted to know what the hell was going on and why?

I nod, "Yeah but I want everything later." I look down at my bruised hand, "At least before I die."

"You're not dying, so move aside."

"Huh?"

And Song Kang wakes up from his position and flops down beside me, reaching for his towel and wiping his bloody hands, "Shall I?" He asks still wiping off the blood as I nod, "Please."

Nodding, Song Kang rubs the towel on his arms asking me, "Do you remember your parent's death?"

I pause. That was unexpected, but yes I wanted answers and the way he asked the question it certainly seemed like there was more to what I was able to even think.

"Kind of?" That is what I reply.

Although I didn't witness the death, I was in known of it when I was in the hospital. They told me I was the only one who survived the accident.

"Did you know how they died?" He asks getting up to remove a shirt from a cupboard to change.

I tilt my head at his question, what was he getting on by asking me such a question? Was my parent's death related to what I was going through?

"Yes, by accident," I answer.

Getting changed Song Kang changes his shirt and I avert my eyes away to not get distracted, but the next question he asked made me stand in shock.

He asked if I had a scar on my thigh.

That was the scar I got when I was in the accident. A sharp cut with no reason why it did got cut. I have always thought it was maybe because I got screeched during the accident and that would be the reason I might get it.

But the question here is how did Song Kang know about it?

"H-how did you know about it?" My mind was again starting to get deluded with dangerous conclusions. Was he in any way involved in my parent's death?

After changing into comfortable clothing Song Kang came to me with slow footsteps standing before me in silence. My chest was heaving up and I was dying to know what the hell was going on.

Running hands through his long bangs, he pulls them behind his forehead, "It's on your right thigh if I'm right."

"It is and how do you know about it?" I ask in a shaky voice, my fist clasping tight against my skin and tearing me apart and making me anxious and distressed.

Coming closer Song Kang raises his head to meet my eyes, his hands gripping my arms carefully not hurting me but yet keeping me to himself. His lips parted and I watch him from further words,

"I did that."

It took me a minute to take what he said. It was because of him he told. The scar I got was because of him, which meant he was there when my parents died and he knew me since then.

Biting down his lips, he drops his head taking fast breaths, his hands still gripping my arms, "I did that to save you." He elaborated.

"Save me?" I mumbled having no context in my voice. It was why or how?

He nodded aggressively, letting his hands go of me and turning away gripping his nape, "We need to go, Hana, only I can save you. Just trust me!"

Unbelievable.

How could he ask me to trust him? I didn't even know him and he had files of me with him. Does he say he saved me? What if he was the one who killed my parents and was manipulating me?

But again, if my parents died three years ago he was still young and it could make no sense as to why a child would kill my parents. There had to be a reason for everything and who was involved in what. It just didn't make any sense.

"What does this all have to do with you?" I ask, "Why are you trying to save me and from whom? What relation do you have with the scar I have?" I feel my chest tightening, he knows everything that happened with my family, he knows about the accident, no, what if it was a murder?

My parents were into marketing and the stocks business. I didn't know much, but I remembered him mentioning gaining a huge profit. We were planning to settle abroad after getting the money but one night while we were on the way to our home, the car got into an accident. I found myself in the hospital and when I opened my eyes I learnt the truth about my parent's death.

I was hurt in my head but the mark on my thigh wasn't giving justice to me.

Yes, the scar.

The doctors told me it wasn't from the accident. It was greased by something sharp, none of the car parts tends to lead to such scars. I was a minor, I couldn't fight and my uncle and aunt said to let go of it, just to put me in peace they said it was just a simple accident and I believed being immature.

Patting his back I made him turn towards me "Tell me" I said, "How are you involved with my parent's death?"

Looking away he closed his eyes tight "It's a long story, the only thing I can say right now is..." opening his slowly he met my eyes "....to stay away from my Dad"

"Dad?" I ask.

Of course his dad. It had to be his dad, how could a minor plan all of this? So if his dad was the killer why did he save me? No scratch that why were my parents killed even in the first place?

"Did your dad kill my parents?" I asked without stuttering, showing any but signs of emotions,

I saw his eyes filling with tears, turning away he wiped them off instantly "I'll keep you safe" he said instead.

"I don't understand..." I walked in front of him, making him face me, "Why?" I uttered feeling tears in my eyes as well.

"I'm sorry" His voice cracked, "I can't say more" he started to walk away from the room. Grasping his shirt as I tried pulling him,

His shirt got off. So he did not even close his buttons.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's fine."

And as he said it, I glanced at him only to pause and stare at his back. It was scraped, filled with scars, fresh scars, coloured in purple, blue, and green. There was no external bleeding but there was a pattern, they were marked vertically and horizontally and such scars were marked by the whip.

He was supposedly hit several times. There were old scars and new ones as if he was hit yesterday, and especially the purple colour decorated his back like fine art said, he was hit a lot.

These weren't the scars from the weapons the men had, who did he meet yesterday other than those men?

His father?

Or did he do this to himself?

No, our school don't have whips, why would they? He didn't carry one and he was gone for a long time when his father called for him, so it meant only one thing.

"Song Kang" I call him out, reaching out for him and closely looking at his scars as he tilts his head towards me, "What?"

"Does your dad hit you?"

His eyes widened for a second as if he was surprised as to how did I know. He didn't utter a word, instead lowered his head doing nothing and remaining silent. That is when I knew,

His dad did it without any mercy.

But why?

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