One Night ╳ seventeen fanfiction

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"hey!"

"you're vanilla right?"

"why are you calling me that. That's not my name."

"because it's cute! And you are cute~"

Chapter 17: thanks

walking through the hallways half past 7 in the morning, carrying my pastel green backpack.

guess what day it is?

yes, it's the school's festival.

being the introvert myself, i'm not really the type of person who enjoys this type of events. i usually lay down on my bed everytime this event occur.

i insisted the boys that i'm gonna go alone since i have things to do. they agreed eventually.

numerous colors of flagletts were hanging, loud banging music were deafening and people around me wearing party clothes.

while i'm just wearing a plain white tee, ripped, skinny denim jeans and converse.

i didn't plan on coming to this event but soonyoung insisted me to go and watch their performance alongside jun, minghao and chan.

of course i wanted to support them, so i beat up my laziness and forced myself to go.

that's me on a daily basis.

soonyoung told me that the competition is going to start at exactly 3 pm and it's currently 11 am.

i decided to quench myself with a box of strawberry juice and sat on one of the benches near the school garden.

this school is actually big. very big.

of course, what do you expect from the most prestigious school here in our country?

i grabbed my backpack and brought out my ear pods and jammed to my playlist.

[ NOW PLAYING ] the rose - she's in the rain

i closed my eyes and felt a hint of sleepiness

then darkness soon took over me.

i glanced on my watch and noticed that it's already 1 pm. i removed my ear pods and kept it inside of my bag.

i was about to walk then suddenly i lost balance.

a painful sting was felt on both of my knees, including my elbows.

i looked at my sneakers and saw that my shoelaces were tied tightly with each other.

i winced in pain as i looked at my wounded elbows with a little hint of blood.

i really hate the sight of blood

i attempted standing up again but failed as i didn't got the right balance to stand up.

i was about to stand up then i felt a pair of arms, encircling on my waist, helping me to stand up.

he carried me and made me sat on the bench that i earlier sat on before i was caught up in this situation

i glanced at the person who helped me.

o-oh..

it's mingyu

i was about to utter a small thank you but he faced away from me and took the piece of paper at the backside of the bench.

he read it silently then turned around facing me.

what's happening? why is he giving me that look?

he took a big sigh and kept the paper inside his pocket.

"w-what is that? let m-me see.."

he eyed me intensely with a slight worrying expression plastered on his face.

he was hesitating, but i gave him a reassuring look.

he let out another sigh and gave me the paper

as i was reading the note, my heart ached, my chest tightened and my eye involuntarily dropped a tear which i didn't bother on wiping.

PLASTIC MONSTER! YOU DESERVE THIS!

MINGYU IS MINE SO STAY AWAY FROM HIM!

BITCH WHY ARE YOU EVEN LIVING YOU

SHAMELESS PIECE OF MEDICATED FACE!

he eyed me with a worrying face.

"i'm-i'm sorry.. whoever did that, i promise to-"

i looked at him, intensly. avoiding my tears to fall.

i don't want to be a weak shit,

especially in front of him.

"it's almost 3 pm, i'm gonna bandage this wound up and go to the hall before soonyoung nags at me."

i was about to stand up but i felt a hand grabbing my wrist

"i'll take you to the infirmary and let's go together at the hall after. i'm sure there's plenty of time left."

i shook my head, wiping my tears with my other hand

"no, didn't you just read what's written? someone's coming for me, gyu. they even called me a plasti-"

"shut up and come with me. this is the least i could do."

he said while grabbing onto my wrist tighter than before.

he knelt down,

"get on my back."

i flinched, not because i feel embarrassed, but because i felt agitated and scared.

"don't worry. just hop on and i'll take care of it."

"I'll take care of you."

sometimes i'm really afraid of him.

he's either bipolar or bipolar.

he's either an asshole or a man who gives no shit.

but i can see his changes somehow.

i want to be with him, like how we are right now.

i want to hold him tight,

to hug him,

but,

the more i get closer,

the more i involve into danger.

like the metaphorical feeling of touching a beautiful red rose.

you're holding something so precious, so ethereal

yet it hurts you,

still you choose to ignore it.