My Gangster Maid

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?!