𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 / BTS (OT7) x Reader

[ Odd reunions ]

— Stand up. — Kogami extends a hand out for me to take. My good hand shakes as I get in contact with his cold one.

Once on my feet, he takes a look at my state from head to toe. My dress is all blodied and torn. Luckily, the thin straps are still tightened around my torso. My shoulder bleeds, and my vision blurred from time to time, but when it focused again on the man before me, I saw him taking off his cozy looking jacket and later putting it around my shoulders.

— Can you move? — He asks without any emotion coming from his words. I can only nod. — Let's leave, then.

He puts a hand around my waist and escorts me out of the building and towards a black car, not a police patrol. The man opens the passenger door for me and helps me put the seat belt on.

— Hold that injured arm. I'll be back.

He leaves me inside the car. I can see his form walk towards one officer and talk to him for a few minutes, pointing here and there, around the house, then to his car. Aren't they wondering what am I doing in Shinya's car?

The officer nods at Shinya, and they bid goodbye. My acquaintance walks back to his car. Once he established himself on the driver's side, he locked the door and started the engine.

The drive wasn't a pleasant one. The smell of his masculine cologne mixed with the smell of tobacco was dizzying. The blood still floods out of my shoulder from time to time, and the closeness of his presence makes me feel like a 17 year-old girl again. This is not the way I planned to meet him again.

I wasn't planning on meeting him again, actually.

After what felt like ages, we arrived at a one-floor house. White, well taken care of and with a cute tree beside the door.

— Can you come down or...?

He is standing on my side, holding a hand out for me, I take some seconds to hold his hand again and follow his steps toward the house.

He guides me inside, to the armchair in his living room, while he dissappears somewhere else, coming back later with a first-aid kit.

— You were a lot better in patching up than me, but this time is all the way around, so... I'll try my best to stitch you up. Can you move your arm and all?

I painfully raise my arm as an answer.

— Fine, then I'm just worrying about stitching it up pretty.

He throws his jacket to the floor and starts to clean up my wound. The alcohol stings in my injury, but my face's stoic. I've been here before, but not like this. His presence numb my senses more.

— Done. — Shinya said for me to take a look at his job. It has tiny stitches that would hardly leave a scar. — Let me. — He starts to bandage my shoulder.

— Thank you.

He has finished his job and now is putting everything back on his kit.

— You might want to change your clothes since... Well, I'm bringing you something to wear.

He leaves me alone in the room. So impersonal as I recall my room. We've always been so similar. There's a huge TV and a shelf with books I recall reading during college time. A fake plant and a pile of police documents over the center table that I don't dare to read.

— Y/N. — He is standing in the middle of the hallway, tilting his head toward a room, I walk towards him. — This is a guests room. Take a shower and use this for tonight. — He leaves his clothes over the closest nightstand. — I need to go back and report with the police department, but you can stay here until you feel safe to go.