The masked savior (1/1)

Five years has passed since hyung left me. I now go to University of Seoul as a math major and work at a gaming store. I miss my hyung and though I know he is dead, I can't help but see his face everyday as if he's following me still.Everything I do, I do in hopes that he is smiling at me. Hyung has always wanted the best for me and I give my best everyday. As far as love went though, it was an barrier I couldn't cross yet. Don't get me wrong, I have tried, several times. But, just being near someone male or female, it brought back unwanted memories leaving me paralyzed in fear. Ryeowook and Yesung hyung's keep me close and I have come to need them, trust them. They have become my hyung's replacement."Kyuhyun hurry and clean up before you leave today!" My boss ordered, his voice hard and angry from years of drinking and time fighting in the wars he claims he was in."Yes sir." I reply moving to grab a broom to start my task. I softly sing to myself as I clean up, thinking of the past with my hyung. Careful to focus on the good points instead of the painful ones. When I finished, it was time for me to leave. I said my goodbyes, leaving the building to locate the last bus to my apartment, when I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. The next thing I knew, I was being held at knifepoint by a man in black. The alley we were in was beside my work, no one would notice if I died here.I offered the guy my wallet and anything personal I may have just to live longer. I wanted to cry and scream, but I stayed strong focusing on Sungmin hyung to keep me strong. Feeling the knifes blade cut against my throat, I felt the tears fall as I beg for my life. I close my eyes feeling so scared. Death seemed so close and the knowledge filled me with confusion. Did I want to die and rejoin my hyung, or did I live and continue on for hyung?My inner question was answered when the man was pulled away, his knife moving from my neck to his as a masked man in black stood over the now dead man. I blink not knowing what to say though I knew I had to thank him. I tried to move but my legs gave way and I fall to the ground in tears, breaking down before the man. I couldn't help my sudden cries but when I felt the man hug me, the warmth and comfort was instant. I never wanted to leave this persons arms. This comfort reminded me of my hyung even though this silent savior never said a word to me."I'm sorry, thank you for saving me." I finally manage out as the man nods and stands up to walk away. I panic not wanting to lose him."Wait please!" I call making him pause as I grab my stolen things and rush to his side. Now that we were on the lighted street, I saw his masked face more clearly. It was a simple white mask exposing just his eyes and lips to the world."Can I have your name at least?" I ask frowning when he shook his head. I hang my head before rethinking my plan."Can you talk?" I ask berating myself when he turns to me, those dark brown eyes glaring at me."Well mr short, dark, and silent, it was just a question." I grumble earning a small giggle from the man which in turn earned a raised brow from me. What kind of guy giggled anyway? I noticed the man holding up his arm calling a cab on the deserted street."I'm older than you, use honorifics." The man ordered before walking away leaving me alone on the street, a cab suddenly driving up beside me. How did he know I was younger than him? The ride home was silent as my hands shook from the memory of deaths phantom touch earlier. That man, if he had not been there I would have died. I hated that I had no name of the person I owed my life to. He deserved something for saving me.I drew my knees to my chest clutching my legs close as the taxi drove closer to my apartment. After a few minutes, I paid the taxi fine and entered the small two roomed flat I called home. It was cheap and resembled me. A broken alone man with nothing to give or get. I smiled as I greeted the only picture of hyung I had. It was taken by Ryeowook one day at school before hyung and I were taken by father a second time. He was smiling, light brown hair blowing in the wind as his white button up polo shirt fluttered at the hems, me smirking at his side. I grabbed the picture holding it close to my heart as I cried and explained to him about my day imagining his replies to each tear filled account. When I finished, I had enough energy to prepare for bed. I spent two hours bathing and doing homework before sitting on the couch I called a bed eating stale ramen for my dinner. I knew hyung would be upset by my living this way. I could hear him getting on to me before holding me and telling me that it would all be okay and not to worry. But, I knew it was all pretend, nothing ever got better for me, it was always worse. Salty tears fell into my ramen seasoning it. Everything always was worse for me.