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the first phone call doesn't go through. the second call doesn't go through. you try a different phone number, but it doesn't work. you try another one and hope once again.
this call finally goes through. "hello?"
you cough, "san. i need help," you manage to speak. "please. just please help me," you cry.
"y/n, i...i can't help you," san says to you. both of you know you're not supposed to be in contact.
you're sitting on the ground in an alley. a light flickers off and on. the smell of alcohol and trash is pungent.
"i can't call an ambulance. you know that," you say to him. "i'm screwed, san. you know i wouldn't call if i wasn't desperate," you add.
"you went off on your own again?" san asks. you hum to answer. "y/n, you're not with anyone anymore. why would you go fight people when no one can protect you?"
"i need money. i can't work a normal job. i can't live a normal life," you say to him, "i can't live like this anymore. i don't know what to do." san doesn't reply, making you check the phone to see if it died or ran out of minutes. you still have a lot of time and enough battery left. "san?"
"i'm sorry, y/n. you can't come back."
the call ends without any proper salutation, leaving you feeling hopeless.
it takes awhile for you to push yourself up from the ground and leave the alley. it's became apparent to you that you should at least find shelter.
the area of the city you're in is controlled by a rival mafia. the nearest territory that you can go to belongs to ateez, a group you used to be apart of. however, you were disowned after a stupid incident.
you're deep into the enemy territory. at least an hour and a half away by foot until you could get out of the side of town you're in. unfortunately, members of the rival mafia are still looking for you. you're praying to whoever that you stay alive just long enough to get out of the territory.
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after awhile, you lost track of time, but you end up in a church, laying on a bench. you only wanted to rest a bit since you needed to try to get out of the territory as fast as you could, but almost everything in your body is in pain.
as you lay there, you hear a door open and freeze. you have your jacket covering most of your head to block the few lights that are on and hope that it's just someone who runs the church passing through. if it isn't someone who works in the church, then you hope whoever it is will think that you're homeless.
the person's steps are clear and crisp. it doesn't take long for you to realize that the person is walking closer and closer to where you are. you continue to stay still and hope that they will just walk away.
unfortunately, the person stops near you. you can hear them sit down on the bench since it squeaks.
"let's go, y/n," san speaks.
"why did you come?" you manage to ask after waiting for a few moments.
all of a sudden, your jacket is taken off of you. you shiver since it's cold and notice san right next to you.
"i'm not heartless," san answers. "you know all of us care about you, but we both know that you're supposed to never be seen with any of us ever again."
you stay silent for a few seconds before speaking, "i'm sorry..." you mutter.
san looks at your almost curled up form, noticing the cuts and bruises on your arms. he's afraid to check for any other injuries despite wanting to make sure you're okay. he takes your jacket off of his lap and halfheartedly tosses it on you, landing on your torso.
