Vernon X Reader [IN EDITING]

Chapter 1

It's funny, everytime I walk down these cobbled alleys of Seoul, every single time it's quiet, except for the faint bustle of cars driving on the main roads.

I had recently moved to Seoul after graduating from high school and now I've taken up a job at Pledis Entertainment as an intern.

It's scary sometimes, being in a whole different country with no one you know, complete strangers. Just being away from home. But, I was drawn to Korea for their lively culture, and the strangers, well they're just like me, earning a living.

As I turn a Café corner, I'm met with a sweaty, panting man, "p-please-" He's out of breath and unable to form a sentence.

"Calm down, sir. Please jus-"

I'm quickly cut off by a shrieking cry from a woman, "someone call the police!" Realising what the man was trying to say, I swing my bag on tight and sprint toward the pleas of help, pulling out my phone to call the police.

It rings while I'm halfway down the street, and I see a few middle-aged men trying to stop the attackers as a circle of people surround them.

I'm no hero but I'm here and someone's there being attacked, so... why not jump in?

When I entered the circle of no return, shoving my phone to someone else just as the operator picks up, one of the attackers is yelling, "hey! You think you can just come into my store," he kicks the man on the floor, "eat my food," he kicks him again, "then not pay and try to run away?" He tsks, rubbing the back of his head in frustration.

I look toward the man on the floor, not even bothering to defend himself, and I furrow my eyebrows.

Why the hell isn't he doing anything?

"I'm sure he just misplaced his wallet, young kids shouldn't be treated this way." Whispers an elderly woman to another, I look at everyone's faces, they all want to do something but they can't, they're afraid.

I groan, knowing at least someone has to do something. I take a step toward the action as the (possible) owner yells, "just because your famous doesn't mean I'll go easy on you, huh!" I look back at the old man, then to the victim and I raise an eyebrow.

Famous?

No.

That's not what matters, Y/N, famous or not he still needs saving.

I grit my teeth, rummaging in my bag to grab what money I have - coins that is - and I throw them at the old man. He yells as it hits his face and his gaze snaps to me.

I clench my fist, "you want money old man, huh? Well, there it is- actually, wait, how about you have my bag too, hm?" I grunt as I swing my bag at him and he stumbles a bit.

He grits his teeth, "what do you think you're doing, you little wretch?!" The old man yells and charges at me. But I grab the strap of my bag with both hands and wrap it around his, putting my back to him, bending my knees a little and flipping him over.

I get up quickly running to the victim, as well as some people from the crowd. "Hey! Can you stand?" I ask him. As we slowly lift him up, I see at the corner of my eye the man get up, "we really need to go." I grunt, looking back at his face.

Damn! That jawline though.

Before I can get a glimpse of the rest of his face, we're both kicked down by another person.

"Dad! What are you doing? I thought you had this under control." Says a big man, looking to be around his early 30's, he shoves everyone away from him.

I jump back up on my feet, ready to take him on. I joined in to help, I'm not giving up that easily.

My feet are glued in place, my breathing is steady and my mind is clear enough to kick their butts. "It's not my fault, it's that girl." The old man aggressively points at me.

I scoff, raising my fist, "well, my name is Y/N and this 'girl' is just about ready to mess you up." I charge for the son and he also moves. Taking a big swing down toward me, I weave from side to side dodging his movements.

He may be stronger in size but I'm faster, and probably smarter, mentally and physically. I'm right at his side when I jab him as hard as I can and he cries out, throwing a straight punch to my abdomen but I swerve around to the back of him, kicking down on the the back of his knee. And when he's at the right height, I kick his back with all my might, making his face hit the pavement.

Oh, that's gonna hurt tomorrow.

The crowd cheers and before I could even get ready to kick the old man's butt, I'm met with a plank of wood to my face. I cry out in pain, falling to the ground with a stinging cheek and throbbing eye.

"What? Not so strong now, hm?" He takes a step closer, wicked amusement in his tone. And I try to stand and fight but my body doesn't want to cooperate.

The pain is unbearable, the tears are too strong to keep at bay. He only inches closer and as he's about to strike again, darkness begins to encompass my mind.

And for some reason, a large group surround me, some have tackled down the old man. I muster up all my strength to smile, the crowd has finally decided to stand up and fight.

And before I know it, I'm being pulled up by my arm, the floor disappears from beneath me and I lay limp on someone's back.

"Don't worry, I got you." The man comforts with a soft voice, and I realize that it's the very boy I was trying to save, who is now comforting me.

Don't ask how I know, maybe his dark, wavy brown hair.

That smells like roses and peaches.

I quietly giggle, "you smell nice," and then, darkness took over.