ft. rest of NCT and other OCs
"Do you observe all your students like this or are you just a creep?"
"I am not a creep."
A Nakamoto Yuta - Teacher x Student - FanFiction
Where a girl who has hidden anger and rage with a lot of secrets, joins a mafia...
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Yuta: What?
Jaehyun: She won't let us touch her. You have to do it.
He looked at the girl sitting with her knees to her chest, head buried, body shaking. He didn't like seeing her like that at all.
Yuta: What do i need to do?
Jaehyun: Give her a warm bath. Clean her wounds and stitch them.
Yuta: I should give her a bath?
Jaehyun: She won't let the females touch her either. She has only been asking for you. You have to. I will give you the tools. Go home and do it if you can? I still need to check on the others.
Yuta nodded and Jaehyun thanked him before going to check up on Haechan. Slowly, he approached the girl.
Yuta: Minnie.
The girl looks up, make up a mess, her face covered in tears. A sight he never wanted to see. Despite the wounds she came over, straddling his lap and hugging him tight.
Jihwa: I don't want them to touch me.
She whispered in his ear.
Yuta: I can?
She nodded against his neck.
Yuta: shall we go home and get you cleaned up then?
Jihwa: Okay...
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He slowly placed her against the bathroom counter before giving himself a moment of rest. He then looked back at her.
Yuta: Can i take your clothes off?
She nodded. But soon he realized another problem. Due to the wounds the clothes was sticking to her skin.
Yuta: Minnie look away.
Jihwa raised her head, eyes on the ceiling as Yuta dragged a small blade, cutting open the shirt. He knew it would hurt her less too. Eyes falling on the gruesome wound, he frowned.
He then went onto take off her shorts. Leaving her in her undergarments, he contemplated whether this would be enough. Deciding it was, he started on the wounds. He slowly took out the bullets and felt her looking at him.
Yuta: Eyes on the ceiling, love.
He saw her relax a bit. Her muscles tensed again only when he applied the alcohol on her wounds. She hissed, her nails digging into her palm. He took the hand and placed it on his forearm.
Yuta: Don't hurt yourself anymore.
He stitched it well for someone who was not a medic. It was common for the teacher's to know basic methods in other fields.
Once Yuta was done he went over to turn the bath on for her. The gash on her arm was not so deep so thankfully that didn't need any stitches.
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