𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢

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when i turned back to check on my bag, i saw a man, creepier than bogeyman creep up to the post near me then quickly hide when i turned, at that time, i thought that i was fucking screwed and began sweating profusely.

"shit, shit, shit, shit.." i kept repeating in my mind, walks getting faster, there were a few people around, but i cant seem to reach out to them.

i tried to take a quick turn but turns out it was a very dark alley, to who knows where.

i turned around to see there was no one, then sighed. but then right after i faced infront, the man was there.

i quickly embraced myself with my bag, "what do you want from me?"

"oh babe i don't want anything from you,"

i started screaming in my mind, all the names of my loved ones, thank you's, sorry's and i love you's, including wonshik.

he then took something out from his pocket, then it suddenly shined in my eyes because of the moonlight.

a knife. a small one, but can take one's life if stabbed a hundred times.

he's a psycho.

"babe im not what you're thinking of,"

"then what are you?"

"i just want your lips," he took a step closer, "and your eyes." he smiled ear to ear, then i started to try running away, but it was no use. 

he caught up to me, slammed me on the brick wall, then put the knife near in my throat, making me sob more.

"stop crying," he chuckled, "it won't hurt." 

i can't move, i can't dodge, i feel numb.

he then started to touch my bare legs, then started to grind.

"stop, please." i begged, but then earned nothing.

he started to lean the knife on the sides of my throat, perfect where the lungs is.

while then i was sobbing so much, he was thrown to the ground and was punched until unconscious.

i was only looking at him and the unconscious man, taking up his soul.

kidding, but his silhouette was way too familiar.

i was still sobbing, but my mind thought otherwise.

the man then stretched his arms up in the sky, like it was no big deal.

i then kneeled, holding his hands.

"thank you very much," i bowed, "how can i ever repay you?"

he chuckled, " just wear appropriate clothes if you're going outside," he ruffled my hair, "alone."

i looked up with the familiar voice, 

him.

its him again.

why is it him?

how could it be him?

am i dreaming?

i shrugged all of my thoughts then subconsciously hugged him, tight, i may say.

"thank you, wonshik. thank you.." i kept repeating the same phrase, but he didn't say anything. after i've come to the right mind, with my puffy eyes, i let go then bowed again.