Picture Perfect™️ Taegi FF - Book 1

Chapter Four

~Beautiful 'Stranger'~

"What the fuck do you think you guys are doing to my st– that boy."

I look up, curling into a ball trying to get as small as possible. Stood at the entrance of the alley way was a tall silhouette with fists clenched. The yellow lights from the lamp posts reflected onto his face, showing a half of its face.

His eyes were dark, covered in dark makeup such as eyeliner and black eyeshadow with hints of silver. His eyebrows were furrowed as he glanced between me and the boys who had gradually stopped laughing and looking at me.

His deep voice was mesmerising- very familiar and calming. Though his tone was harsh and determined, there was a hint of concern and fear hidden within it.

The three boys grouped up together in front of him.

"And what are you going to do about it." There was a deep chuckle.

"You guys scared or something? Or is there some other shitty reason why your bullying this kid." This caught their attention. They ran up towards him and-

Beep beep beep beep...

"Shit." The echoing noises of a police car bounced off the walls of the alley way. All three boys looked at one another. They soon retreated, running for their lives.

They were gone.

I couldn't hold it in much longer. I let out a loud whine, letting the tears flow down my cheek. I was embarrassed and hurt, only left in my boxers as my clothes were thrown into one of the bins.

The figure ran up to me, taking his brown, leather coat off and wrapping it comfortably around my shivering, broken body.

"Shh shh.." His calming voice and gentle touch was almost drained out by my crying. He wiped the tears off my cheek, keeping his thumbs near my eyes to stop me from crying. They were soft and comforting.

I felt so weak, I couldn't move away from his touch, though I was terrified even if he was trying to help me.

He pressed his head against mine, grabbing my hands as he caresses them calmly. His hands were cold but soft and caring. I heard his breath hitch, he was crying. I was confused at why he was crying but I held his hands tightly to try and stop them from trembling.

I had no tears left, all I could do was stare into the eyes of a beautiful stranger.

"Shh its okay, I'm here now. You'll be okay." I felt my heart pick up speed as he treated me as a baby, but I liked it. All I've really wanted is someone to hold me in my arms, care for me when things get rough, tell me 'it's okay'.

Quickly he sweeps me off my feet in a bridal style, easily carrying me out of the alley way and onto the street.

Even though it is 8:00pm, people were still lingering, staring in wonder and curiosity at the beautiful man carrying my broken body. I clenched his shirt, burying my head into his chest, whimpering pathetically.

"Shh, it's okay I'll get you all patched up."

-owo-

3rd POV

Yoongi was sat comfortably on the strangers couch who he hasn't had a good look at yet. Shivering, he wrapped the coat around him tighter as his body temperature cooled down. He was scared but the presence of this stranger who was in the other room comforted him.