BTS Imagines

Hoseok - Wounds

You're walking home in the dark (well you know where this is going) and saved by a mysterious man...
Role: Wendy

The night was cold and crisp, and my head was still pounded from the club music. I was lucky that I didn't drink too much, so at least I could walk home. Wisps of white clouds came out as I breathed out and snuggled into my coat further. My dress was particularly short which wasn't helping with the 1 am cold night air. I tried to walk quickly but my heels were digging into my toes, then after a few moments of stumbling I gave up and took of my shoes, carrying them in my hand as I walked along the cool path.

I sudden parade of footsteps echoed the small street I was walking down of followed by drunk slurs as a group of drunk men made their way out of a pub. Crap.

I sped up my pace, ignoring the tiny rocks digging into my feet as I made it down the street. Suddenly the men started to shout out to me, trying to get me to stop, until a sudden force grabbed hold of my shoulder and shoved me backwards against a wall. I tried to yell until a hand slapped over my mouths and pinned me tightly against the wall.

"Hey there pretty gurly " the guy said in a slur, his friends chuckled behind him. "Why you running?". I struggled under the grip as I felt a hand trail up my thigh. I froze at the sound of a grunt and the loosening of the mans grip, before taking notice of a shadowy figure throwing him aside as his friends stood dazed. The man shouted to his friends, ordering them to attack the man. I caught a glimpse of his face in the street lamp. Brown eyes, sharp jawline. He's handsome.

I stood frozen where I was, too cold and scared to move as the guy gradually kicked ass. Soon the last guy ran away and he turned back to me, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. A slight worry to his voice. I nodded. I noticed blood running down the side of his head.

"Hey, you're hurt." I stepped closer a bit. He touched the side of his head and looked at the blood on his hand.

"Well, that's what you get for fighting I guess."

"I'm sorry." I apologised as I looked down.

"For what?"

"I was in the situation in the first place, but you didn't need to save me." I heard him chuckle.

"I couldn't let those drunkards attack a lady like that. Now, how about I escort you home, make sure you get home safely." He said.

"Tell me your name first." He gave me a look and smiles.

"Jung Hoseok. And you?"

"Wendy"

"Wendy, let's get you home."

We walked home mainly in silence, a bit of small talk, and the giving of his coat to me and then we had arrived at my house. He was about to walk off but I stopped him.

"Let me treat your wounds. It's a way of repayment, please?"
I asked him as I stood at my doorway. He looked at me for a second then smiled. Now whenever he smiles I felt something. He nodded and I let him in.