hurt | sehun+yixing

11

"P-please"
I stutter, lifting my hands in defense. I feel the knife slip right out of my weak grip and fall down to the ground with a loud slam.

"I've been watching you for a while, and I've never been this entertained"
He speaks with fascination, his eyes glowing.

I swallow the lump in my throat once the tip of his gun presses into my chest, the cold material sending shivers down my spine.

Right then, I hear loud yells echoing through the deserted street, approaching us.

Our gaze shifts to the group of boys rushing towards us, fully armed with weapons.

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach and I lift my hands up over my parted lips as tears form in my eyes.