𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

lockdown

*i truly mean no harm writing this, we just had a drill the other day and it struck me as a good idea so please no hate*

The alarm rings. The teacher begins yelling at you to get under the table. You quickly slide under, knowing that this isn't a drill. G/N slides in next to you, looking less frazzled but still scared. The whole room is silent. Your breathing starts to come out in shallow pants. You bring your knees up to your chest as you rock back and forth. You feel something warm clasp your hand, his hand providing a tiny slither of comfort which is quickly discarded when you hear yelling outside.

The yelling is getting louder and you begin crying. He pulls you closer to him, quietly shushing you as he wipes your tears away. He places butterfly kisses on your cheeks, smiling at you. You sink into his hold, allowing him to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

The two of you patiently wait, tangled up in each other. You wrapped around him like a koala and him smiling to himself as he protects his precious little baby.