ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 || 𝔹𝔸ℕ𝔾ℂℍ𝔸ℕ

დ .•*"*• 𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕪 •*"*•.დ

She sighed, went to the door and looked at the camera. It was Chris, covered in blood. Again.
She immediately opened the door. "Oh my god, what happened to you?!" She yelled at him and let him in.

He didn't answer and just headed straight to the living room, throwing himself on the couch.

"Alright... I'm gonna get changed and I'll be right back." Y/N sighed and went to the bedroom.
She changed into Chris's old t-shirt, grabbed her first aid and went back to him.

He was just laying there, breathing heavily, his shirt soaked with blood.

Well the rest of it that lasted.
Y/N sighed and started taking off the pieces of it.
Chris kept tssking the whole time.

Y/N took a wet towel and started washing his bruised and wounded body.
She then put some disinfection on few cottons and started rubbing it on his cuts.
Chris mourned loudly and gripped onto the couch.

"Shh, calm down Chris, it's your fault for getting into fights all the time." Y/N said.

He had three deep cuts, one on the top of his shoulder right next to his neck, another under his left ribcage and the last one above his abdomen.

'If it was just a little deeper, it would be enough to kill a-' Y/N thought, but then freezed.

Not just because Chris suddenly stopped mourning, but also from the realisation.

It was him. The werewolf she almost got to kill on her mission today.
She slowly looked at Chris, who was almost not breathing, probably passed out. Tears started dropping down her cheeks. That bitch. He was using her all this time to get informations out of her.
That's why his gang was prepared. He made sure that they're safe. It all made sense now. That's why he was so happy after the successful mission against the Sim gang.
The wolfgang that kept making the biggest messes, picking fights with other gangs.

Y/N got up and went to her bedroom, found her knife and went back to Chris.
He was still laying there peacefully. Except for the fact he was passed out and normally she would panic and try to wake him up.

But not this time. She stood right above him, knife in her hand.

She had the best opportunity to kill one of the leader of the Stray gang, but no matter how hard she tried, her body wouldn't move.

He was still her best friend.
The boy she met sitting at the sidewalk everyday when she was getting home from school, all dirty, his curly hair messy. She always only ate half of her snack to give it to him.
He was the boy she snug to her house to wash him up and brush his hair.

The cool guy from high school she always helped with homework and snug out of the house at night to get drunk and walk home wasted, laughing.

The man who always did everything he could to make her smile and never asked for anything in return.

He was always there for her when she needed. The knife fell down from her hand and she soon followed it, crying uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Chris's hand reached the top of her head and pet her hair.
"What's wrong Y/N?" He said with a raspy voice.

"You could've died" Y/N sobbed.

"But i didn't. I'm still alive. I just need some bandages and I'll be alright." Chris groaned and started sitting up even though she tried to lay him back down.

"Come here." He grabbed her softly and pulled her on his lap.

"Shhh, it's alright, it's alright." He started rubbing her back and swaying from side to side.

"No it's not alright! I can't loose you too!" Y/N cried out and hid her face in his neck.

"But I'm not going anywhere. I'm not that stupid to let someone kill me." Chris said.

"No. You don't understand, I... I.. I just can't anymore... " She sobbed.

After some time her breath became softer and calmer.

"Y/N?" Chris said, but didn't get any response.
He looked at Y/N and realized she fell asleep. He chuckled and slowly got up, groaning and went to the bedroom to lay her down.

She looked so peaceful when she was asleep. He bent over her and breathed in her scent. He observed her breathing and scanned her face until his eyes reached her lips.
He quickly looked at her closed eyes and then back at her lips. His own were getting closer and closer to her until they were almost touching.
But then he quickly pulled away, gasping for air from the fast movement. He shook his head and went back to the living room to get some bandages.

"Motherfuckers." He groaned, putting them on.

He then looked back at the bedroom door where Y/N was sleeping.

If she only knew who he really was. On one side he was glad that she was so happy with her job, but on the other side...
his biggest nightmare was her finding out that he was one of them.
The creatures she hated the most in the world. They killed her sister at the end of the day. And it would be really hard for him to explain to her that he made sure every single one of them died a terrible death.
She would hate him. More than anyone in the world.
He would already leave, but he was too selfish to do so. She saved his life. She was the closest thing to a family he ever had.
Not even his Stray Kids were that important to him like she was.

He took a last glance at Y/N and left. He still needed to take a look on the damages Y/N's company did on his property.