eyes closed | sanaxreader

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y/n pov

Clad in jean shorts, a white tank top, and a black hoodie, and of course a mask, I walk through the busy streets of Seoul on my way to Hongdae.

 For the first time in a while, Sungnim said he would be busking, and our routine from the summer wouldn't allow me to miss it. 

My master had been a little angry when I told him I would have to leave early. When I say "a little", it means I had to spar with him... and trust me, fighting a 7th degree black belt accounts for many near-death experiences. If only that kid had stuck to Saturdays. My shoulder aches a little from the weight of my bag - heavy with a short sword, a large water bottle, and all my sparring equipment. But, I ignore it as I continue on my way, quickly glancing at my phone to make sure Sungnim didn't move locations.

All of a sudden, a shriek pierces the air. No one else in the crowd seems to take notice, most likely due to my heightened senses from martial arts practice. When I hear a slight "help" following said shriek coming from the direction of a dimly-lit alley, my moral compass screams "y/n, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO HELP THIS GIRL!"

And so, I weave between the crowds until I reach the alley where I find a man, seemingly around 200 lbs with a pot belly, and a girl, who is so beautiful I stop breathing. The girl stares at me with honey-colored eyes, fear evident in them, as the man pins her against the grimy tiles of a building. Oh this dude is so dead.

sana pov

Jihyo was feeling a bit sick this morning, so I figured I would treat her to pastries from our favorite bakery in Hongdae. Regretfully, I had worn a tight-fitted shirt and garnered the attention of a random man on the streets. I had felt his his gaze on me from behind, but had continued to ignore it as I quickened my pace down the street. I wasn't fast enough. Faster than I could comprehend what was happening, he had pushed me into a hidden, shaded alley. The feel of the cool fall breeze fell away with a fleeted breath, and I found myself pinned against the wall. 

Now, as I turn my head towards the slim gleam of sunlight coming from the entrance, I meet eyes with someone. Their face is delicate and feminine, but their chiseled arms and intimidating height seem to suggest they are a male. Regardless of their gender, I send them a petrified gaze. The person looks at me and motions to close my eyes as they put down their bag slowly and quietly on the ground.

I shut my eyes and in less than a second I hear a thud and someone screaming curses. I worry it is the one who is helping me, but the voice is gravelly and slurred in tone, not at all what I would expect from someone who looks as refined as my savior.

As I open my eyes, I am met with the nice person grabbing the man by his shirt, lifting him with ease with only their left arm. They stare the stalker guy straight in the eye.

"Hajima! (stop)" Her voice is smooth and refreshing. It is too high to be a man's voice, even though for a female it is a rather low register. 

She tosses the man aside and I assume he may have been knocked out. It isn't until she turns back to look me in the eyes that I realize I am shaking. She approaches me slowly and when she is only 2 feet away, she looks down at me from however tall she is and asks...

"Gwenchanha? (are you ok)"

I nod my head meekly. I want to face her and say I am okay, but my knees buckle and I feel myself falling. I prepare myself to meet the dirty floor. But then she catches me. Strong arms wrap around my waist and I finally get a good look at her face... and wow, she's so beautiful.

She has striking grey eyes. Since she is wearing a mask I don't know how her lips or nose look, but I imagine them to be as beautiful as her forehead. Her hair gleams gold as the sunlight. which seemed so scarce before, illuminates the alley. 

And then I realize...