Fighter (Lookism X Reader)

65 - Daniel Park's Death.

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A/N: ART BY kuvshinov ilya !! Not my art !! 

ENJOY !!

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"D... Daniel....? D-DANIEL!!!!!!!!!!!"

Y/n, didn't spare Jiho a single glance as she felt all her anger drained, and completely replaced with a horrifying feeling of fear.

She ran out of the room, skipping stairs and almost tripping over her own feet as she burst through the front door, running to the boy's blood stained body lying motionless on the street.

Y/n slumped to her sore knees, her eyes flooding with tears as her shaky hands placed themselves over Daniel's face.

"DANIEL!! DANIEL!!! PLEASE WAKE UP-!!! WAKE UP!!" Y/n cried out, hoplessly.

Y/n pushed Daniel's uniform jacket apart, placing her ear to his chest. Her eyes widen, fearfully. She could barely hear the weak beat of his heart.

Her body numbed as her stared at the boy, her trembling hands shaking him to wake up.

"Daniel...!!! You better wake up right now." Y/n wept. Hot tears slid down her red cheeks as people began to surround the young pair.

"DANIEL!!! DANIEL PLEASE. Don't die. Please, please, wake up." The girl choked out.

People around them began to scream, calling the police and the ambulance for help, but no one personally went to help the girl who was hurting, much less the two unconscious bodies that laid there next to her.

"Daniel..." Y/n laid her forehead on his, her tears splashing onto his cold cheek.

Shortly after, the police had arrived, pulling the girl away from the two bodies. Y/n fought against them, not wanting to be a second away from the boy as the paramedics pulled his body onto a stretcher.

She yelled and screamed for them to let her go, but no one did. The police tried calming her down but the girl, in her upset state, overpowered them and almost injured an officer, gaining her more problems.

"No, no, you have to let me go with him... Please..." She was pulled off the floor by the police, and was put to the side as the scene was closed off by the police.

Y/n's chest ached, her eyes burning as her eyes traveled down to her hands, small smudges of Daniel's blood on her palms.

Y/n's face darkened, choking out quiet sobs as she felt her knees give out. Her hand gripped the rim of her sweater. Y/n didn't even want to raise her eyes towards the boy's body.

'He's NOT dead. He can't be.' Y/n kept convincing herself. But it was obvious she couldn't deny the fact that... Daniel... Was in trouble.

"ARE THEY CONSCIOUS?!" Yelled the paramedics as they ran from one direction to another, frantically, trying their best to help the injuried.

"NO SIR!!"

"STABILIZE THE NECK FIRST, YOU IDIOT!! WHAT IF HIS BACK IS INJURIED!?!?"

"I-I'M SORRY SIR!!"

Y/n couldn't move. Her body was completely numb. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. A part of her wanted to jump up and slap every single one of the paramedics for screwing up their job. Another part of her just wanted to break down and cry. But she was afraid of feeling weak again.