JONGIN POV
I thought I was going to die.
He had already landed three punches on me and was about to deliver the fourth when-
"STOP" his sultry voice boomed.
"That's MY nerd you're messing with. Only I get to treat him like that." He said taking a step towards us while Chanyeol, the giant bully, still had his fist raised aiming for my face.
"Ha. You can't call dibs on them sehun. You should be happy I'm doing the job for you." Chanyeol scoffed.
"Let go of him."
"Why do you care so much Sehun?"
"I SAID HE'S MINE." and with that Sehun grabbed chanyeols arm and spun him around pushing him against the lockers.
"Go." He said glancing at me while Chanyeol spat out profanities under his hold. I stood in my place almost in a daze, not understanding the situation. Not understanding why sehun was saving me.
"For fuck sakes Jongin, RUN" he didn't have to tell me again. The sterness in his voice making my body shiver and my heart race. I ran. Until the sounds of swearing, grunting and punching was faint.
It had been a couple of hours since the incident and I was pacing back and forth in my room with my phone in my hand.
"Do I call him? Do I text him? Do I just leave it and ignore the fact that he saved me? KYUNGSOO TELL ME WHAT TO DO" I said throwing my phone at him.
"I told you to ignore him for the tenth time. It's not my fault you don't want to take my advice." Kyungsoo said rubbing the area in which the phone had struck him.
"But he saved me. I mean, I should at least drop a text."
That night after Kyungsoo had left, I ended up texting sehun. He didn't reply. In an impulse, I called him. He didn't pick up. I knew he wouldn't but I just wanted to check up on him.
I may hate him, but he's still human and I still care, even if he doesn't
