The World Of Cravity ➤ CRVT (COMPLETED)

[12] ADRENALINE - PARK SERIM

GENRE: ANGST
MOVIE: OCEAN'S ELEVEN

🔞 - VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE,

"Oh fuck,"

Serim moaned in a breathless manner, feeling his exposed wound come contact with the medical gauze Y/N wrapped around his right shoulder. He had his eyes shut close, almost seemingly in pleasure but it was the total opposite of it. Both physical and mental pain was all he felt. Agony.

"J-Just hang in there, the pain would wash off in a moment." His 18-year old partner reminded, clipping the end of the gauze at the other end to secure it's place. The gauze began to soak in his blood, but it was serving it's purpose, to prevent infection.

Serim couldn't help but grin at the sight of the younger, the piercing pain seemingly fading away as he examined her hands roaming around his large arms. "Getting a little touchy aren't you?"

Y/N looked up with a glare. "Fine, Im joking."

Y/N just bit her lips with no words to respond with, leaving the almost-empty hideout in silence once more. It was nighttime, and all that guided them is the fire that illuminated the empty building floor along with the moon that shined through the exposed sides.

Tears began to trail her soft vanilla cheeks, making Serim reach with his left hand. "Hey, why are you crying?"

"How am I supposed to cry!?" Y/N broke into pieces, seeing her topless boyfriend full of scars made by his job. "Everyday, Im wondering if you leave alive will you come back fine!? It's hard. I just pretend to be fine but no Im not, I don't like feeling this way anymore. I dont want it."

It was an information load for Serim to process, leaving him staring at the girl who knelt with him at the hard concrete floor. Mouth hanged open while the latter buried her head inside her bent legs, attempting to hide the tears of regret.

"Y/N..." He broke the silence, reaching with his unmarred hand. "I-I'm sorry..."

"Yeah, you should be." The girl looked up, grabbing a pillow from the old moldy mattress they layed at. "You could have been a lawyer, police, doctor, someone who's protected by the law. N-Not someone who's running away from it!" She clenched at the pink throw pillow, unknowingly hurting Serim's feelings.

I mean, it's the truth. I shouldn't be hurt by the truth right? Serim though, scooting closer to Y/N. Yes, it hurts a little but all he can think of is blanketing her with his warm hug. He finally managed to hug the younger, laying his head on her neck while whispering sweet words against it.

"You know, I never really wanted this job. But you know why I picked this?" His warm question and breath brushed Y/N's neck, making her sigh a little. "It's because I can protect you and myself better. The law isn't always just, being sided by it doesn't always guarantee protection, and being protected by it doesn't mean being right." He spoke, looking at Y/N in the eyes.

Y/N stared back at the man 10 years older than her, looking at his deep dark orbs that suddenly sparked underneath the campfire light. Was he always this handsome? She asked herself, hands trailing down his arms. "I'm sorry for breaking down."

"Don't be sorry," Serim whispered, his hands now wrapped behind Y/N's neck. Faces close to each other, lips almost panneled while their foreheads connected. "Because this is my decision. And I'd rather be a villain who sacrifices the world for his love than a hero who sacrifices his love for the world." He spoke in an almost diminished with a husky tone.

Y/N looked down, not handling the tension Serim had made between them. "But why does it have to get to this? You killed thousands and thousands of people just so you could steal. Now you're—"

"Shh," Serim placed his long thick finger above Y/N's lips. "Had you been listening to the news again? I told you, don't. I don't like you hearing those kind of stuff."

"It's impossible to not break rules if you're gone 24/7." Y/N remarked, a chuckle escaping both their lips. They both pulled back, Serim pushing back his black hair while Y/N got the pillows and blankets ready. Plugging the TV that all layed at the empty concrete floor.

They finally layed rest by sitting against the pillar that had exposed wires and chipped off parts. Serim layed first while the younger fixed her figure to sleep on his chest, now clothed. "This isn't gonna last forever isn't it?" She began tracing circles at his hard torse.

Serim chuckled, playing with Y/N's long brown locks. "Of course not. Nothing last forever."

Our love is like an adrenaline rush. It started unexpectedly, made my heart beat faster, blood flowed through my muscles and my breathing began shallow. In that rush, I knew my purpose.

And that's to protect you.