My Gangster Boyfriend

I continue walking while tightly gripping the umbrella, serving as my shield against the heavy rain. I briefly stop and raise my hands, attempting to catch the raindrops with my palms.

Pluviophile. That's what they call people who love rain like me. It's amusing to think that, somehow, I belong to a group in this world. Often, those around me make me feel like I don't belong to them.

As my gaze wanders, I notice that it's flooding. It's surprisingly easy for this place to flood. It's only been two days since my family and I moved here, and it seems like we might have to relocate again.

I don't know how I'll get home. Why did I even wish for vinegar to go with our meal today? Now, I'm tasked with buying it.

"Oh, what?! Is that all you can handle?"

That shout quickly grabs my attention. I look around to find its source and see a group of guys in school uniforms surrounding someone lying on the ground.

My eyes widen as one of the guys kicks the person on the ground. I'm surprised when the person doesn't react. It seems like they lost consciousness and didn't feel the pain from the kick.

"Let's go! This guy isn't worth anything! I thought he was tough!" shouts the one who kicked the helpless person.

There are more than ten members in their group. It's like they belong to a powerful gang. As they disperse one by one, I cover myself with the umbrella, hoping they won't notice me while they walk away.

I cautiously peek and check if they've left. Once I'm sure they're gone, I breathe a sigh of relief and quickly approach the person lying on the wet pavement. When I get close, I'm captivated by his gentle face. Am I seeing this right? He looks like an angel.

I slowly approach him and tap his shoulder.

"Brother! Brother! Wake up!" I say.

I manage to cover my mouth when he groans. It means he's still alive!

"Well, actually, Miss, you don't have anything to worry about because he just fell asleep due to the excessive alcohol he consumed," the doctor explained.

"A-alcohol?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes," he replied. "He's just drunk, so he lost consciousness. He'll wake up shortly, and there's nothing to be concerned about. Excuse me." After saying that, the doctor left. I followed him with my eyes until he exited the door.

Drunk? I thought he passed out from being beaten earlier, but it turns out he's just intoxicated. I look at the clock. I've been in this hospital for two hours, and he still hasn't awakened. I'm sure Mama is getting impatient, waiting for me to bring back the vinegar she asked for.

I shift my gaze back to the sleeping angel beside me. Why hasn't he woken up yet? And why did he even drink? There's nothing about him that suggests he drinks. He looks kind.

My heart races when I see him furrow his brow, followed by the movement of his fingers. Wait, is he waking up? In a panic, I press the emergency button in the room to summon the nurse quickly.

"Miss, what happened?" the nurse asks, swiftly approaching the angel.

She places something like earphones in his ears, and the tip, a circle, is used to listen to his heartbeat. As she's about to place the circle on his chest, someone taps her hand.

"S-Sir?" the nurse says in surprise.

I approach them, and I'm taken aback when I see the angel's eyes. He gives the nurse a hostile glare.

"Where the f*ck am I?" he asks. What the f*ck?

"You're in the hospital, Sir," the nurse timidly responds.

"What the f*ck, did you say?! Hospital?! How the f*ckin' hell did I get here?!"

I gulp at the words I'm hearing from him.

"Sir, please calm down." The nurse attempts to touch him, but he quickly stops her.

"Don't you even dare, you stupid f*ckin' nurse! Who the hell gave you the right to touch me?! I don't want to have germs coming from your f*ckin' dirty hands. Stay the f*ckin' hell away from me."

Stupid f*ckin' nurse? I gulp again. Are those the words I'm really hearing from him? Germs? F*ckin' dirty hands?

"Miss, I'll step outside for a moment." The nurse angrily and insultingly excuses herself.

My eyes widen upon hearing her words. I want to protest, but before I can, she has already left the room.

I gulp and nervously look at the an-scratch that. I gulp and nervously look at the cursing machine.

"You stupid woman," he says. "Why the f*ckin' hell am I here? How the hell on Earth did I get here?" he continues with a barrage of questions.

I gulp again before gathering the courage to respond. "W-well... I saw you lying on the floor, so I brought you-"

"You f*ckin what?! So you f*ckin touched me?! Sh*t! I will kill you!"

I gulp once more. It feels like my nose is bleeding from his words. What did he say? He's going to kill me?!

"Ah, sh*t!" he curses again as his cellphone rings. "Damn! This stupid obsessed b*tch," he mutters while looking at his phone.

My heart pounds again as he glares at me. He signals for me to come closer, and I do so immediately. I fear what he might do next.

I'm startled when he suddenly throws his cellphone at me. Fortunately, I catch it.

"Pick up the call and tell her to f*cking leave me alone."

I nervously glanced at his ringing cellphone. It continued to ring.

"Damn it! Answer the goddamn phone!" he angrily commanded.

I quickly answered it. "H-hello?" I stammered to the caller.

"What the f*ck?! Where's Jack, and who the f*cking hell is this?!" came the voice on the other end.

Oh, God. Why do I keep hearing this? Please save their souls.

"Can't you f*cking talk, you b*tch?! Who's this?!"

I looked back at the cursing machine in front of me. "Wh-who am I?" I asked him.

"Tell her you're my stupid f*ckin' girlfriend. Damn it," he ordered.

Okay...

"Uhm... This is her st-stupid f-f*ckin' girlfriend," I replied to the caller, following his instructions.

"What the f*ck?" the cursing machine cursed again. "You're not supposed to say the stupid and f*ckin' thing. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with someone as stupid as you," he grumbled.

Me too! I can't believe I'm talking to someone like him. Duh!

"F*ck! Give me that phone! Stupid!" he commanded. I handed him his cellphone, trembling. "Damn! Germs!" he said as if disgusted, taking his phone that I held. How dramatic!

He angrily placed the phone to his ear. "B*tch, f*ckin get your thoughts straight because I'm going to say this one last time so you could get it through that stupid thick-headed skull of yours. I'm f*ckin over you, and I'm dating somebody else now. So move on, alright?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I stood there, dumbfounded. I never thought someone like him existed in this world.

After ending the call, he looked at me and then glanced down at my trembling hand. I felt like I had lost all the blood in my body, and my face turned pale out of fear.

"Sh*t. Get your ugly face out of my sight! Go home, you cry baby!" he yelled.

My eyes widened when I heard what he said. Is he sending me home? Is he letting me go? Without hesitation, I rushed to the door, but before I could touch the doorknob, I was shocked when someone grabbed my shoulder and faced me in his direction. My body trembled as I met his hostile gaze. He pushed me against the door, cornering me.

"What the f*ck is your name?" he asked. My goosebumps immediately rose as I could clearly see the seriousness in his demeanor. What if I give him a different name?

"Don't even think about it. I'm gonna cut your tongue if you dare," he threatened. How did he know what I was thinking?

"I'm a very impatient person. Your name," he impatiently insisted, making it clear that I had no other choice but to answer his question.

"Jasmine," I nervously replied. "My name is Jasmine."

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like his reaction changed upon hearing my name. He slowly distanced himself from me, creating a decent space between us. After a while, he lowered his head and grinned as if insulted.

"Leave," he ordered, with apparent anger.

I quickly grasped the doorknob behind me, turned it, and opened the door. I ran out swiftly, not daring to look back out of fear.

"Summer!" Mama shouted as soon as my foot stepped into the house.

"M-Ma..." I nervously replied.

"Where have you been?! Come on! How far is our house from the store?!" she yelled in frustration.

"Well, Ma, you see..."

"Ah, I don't need your explanation. Have your meal; tinola is ready," she said.

"Yes, Ma," I replied, quickly running towards the kitchen. "Oh, by the way... Ma!" I called out.

"What now?" she asked irritably.

"Can we please move again? It's weird here. There are so many gangsters!" I yelled and then sat hastily at the dining table.