Escape (Minho x Reader)

They Care

I run through the dark city streets. Trying to breathe steady, save my energy in any way.

The rest of my group is up ahead. Already starting the raid without me. I'll hear about that later..

I sneak up behind, acting as if I've been here the whole time. Jumping right in, pocketing a few items, restraining a few people, killing others and giving a silent pay of respects before moving on.

*gunshot*

I halt.

No way.

My hand makes it's way to my side. Blood.
So much blood.

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"You're pathetic!!" His voice sounds, another round of punches lain on my face.

"First you show up late, then you fail to get what I asked you to get, and then you get yourself shot?! I had to waste time and money to get you medical attention all because you're incompetent!"

"I'm not asshole." I choke out, doing my best to stay conscious so he doesn't win.

"No? Well then which one of your group members fits that role?" He asks, nodding to a guard.

My group members are dragged into the room. All with substantial damage. All pleading with their eyes..

"Is it.. her? Oh wait! Maybe him, he seems to have trouble with authority" He starts, dragging his knife across each of their cheeks before stopping in front of the last girl.

The new one.

The baby.

"..Or is it her?" He questions, staring into my eyes with such evil as he positions himself behind her.

Kneeling down.

"No.."

Placing his left hand on her forehead.

"No."

Pushing her head against him and bringing the knife up to her throat.

"I said no!"

"Oh, but I say yes"

Slitting her throat. Blood beginning to pool. A disgusting grin on his face.

"NO!"

My eyes shoot open, my breath heavy. It's dark. Too dark. Am I home?

"Hey hey it's okay, you're okay Y/N"

I direct my attention to the voice beside me. That calming sweet voice.

Minho.

"Hi there sweetheart, do you know where you are? Take a look around, come back to me" He says, hands resting gently on my cheeks and moving to hold my hands.

I look around. Familiar with the position of the bed. And the wall color. And the messy desk.
My room.

"I'm home" I whisper, bringing my attention back to Minho.

"Yes baby, you're home" He confirms, smiling softly as he sits down next to me.

I curl into him, holding on for dear life. As if 'he' is here to take me away. Like he did that girl.. and almost did me.

"Want to talk about that? Seemed pretty intense. You were muttering about a man, sounded familiar" Minho asks hesitantly, worry evident in his voice.

I hesitate, turning my face into his chest. Relishing in his calming aura, the warmth radiating from him.

"It was nothing. I watched a scary movie today.."

He moves, turning to look me in the eyes, "Y/N. I know you're lying. I know the signs of PTSD. I have it. You've been trying to hide that being shot affected you. Severely. Because you don't want us to worry and blame ourselves right?"