Savior || NCT Jungwoo ff

7

-- JUNGWOO’S POV --

The crowd of people inside SM was squeezing my body from every side. I tried to call Y/N, but she never answered the phone. The beeping from my phone, and the claustrophobic feeling was making me more and more weak.

Please, just answer the damn phone!

*click

Y/N answered the phone.

“Y/N!” I shouted, louder than I was supposed to.

Every single soul in the room turned towards me, staring at me. My face turned into a deep red color and I covered my face with my hand. No use, they all recognized me, and some giggled. I ran out the door.

“O-oppa..” a weak voice whispered.

“Behind..S-SM-”.  

Her voice dissapeared.  

“Y/N? Are you there?” I asked and ran behind the big building.

I spotted two girls, one standing up, one lying on the ground. The closer I came, the easier it was to recognize the girls. The girl lying on the ground was…

... Y/N …

It felt like my heart skipped a beat. I became more calm, but also very worried because she was just lying there.

Who was the girl standing next to her? I think I have seen her before…

|| FLASHBACK FANSIGN ||

I said goodbye to Y/N after signing her album. She was so beautiful. Her hair, clothing, face, everything. She looked like a princess.

DONK!

A girl knocked Y/N down on the floor.

-- (end of flashback) --

It’s the crazy fan! I thought and ran faster.

My legs were out of strength, my heart was beating way to fast, my breath was almost gone. I felt like a balloon with no air.

The crazy fan turned her head towards my direction. When she noticed my presence, her eyes widened. Her body froze. Then she approached me, crying.

“Oppa…” she cried.

“This girl tried to stab me! Look!”

She pointed at Y/N.

W-what??

I examined her whole body. Her hand was holding something shiny, sharp.
A knife.

My body collapsed together. I felt broken.

Did Y/N really do this? No.. it’s not something she would do.

I crawled towards Y/N. Her pretty, shiny eyes was closed. Her hair covered her face, and tears were drying on her skin. My hand found its way down to her pale hand. The knife was not covered in any blood, thank God.

Why did I let her go alone? WHY didn’t I follow her? Protect her?

-- A/N --

I'm sorry about this chapter being so short. I have been sick for a couple of days, and had a big exam-thingy :/