Vante // BTS x reader

3 | 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

*Later that same night*

I don't know what time it was when I got out of the doctors office. I think it was around 11, I had been in the doctor's cabinet for quite a while. The doctor said that the wound wasn't that deep and that I was lucky, but still needed some stitches. It didn't hurt that much.

My boss came there, too, when I woke up, and said that I can't work with this kind of serious injury, it would make my wound only worse. He said that I can just relax for the rest of the cruise. He also said that they take full responsibility of this incident and pay me some compensation in addition to my salary. He told me that the ship security arrested the drunk man and are going to give him over to Denmark police.

I walked out of the doctor's office to go to my cabin when suddenly someone shouted from behind:

"Hey, wait!"

I turned around and saw the man, who had saved me, running towards me.
I wondered why was he here. Was he waiting for me? I mean I didn't even know him. .

He came up to me and asked worryingly:

"Is your shoulder okay? Why did it take so long?"

Why was that complete stranger so worried about me?

"Y-yes, it's fine now," I stared at him. I was sure now that he was the man who had saved me earlier and had brought me to the doctor's office, but...there was something about him. I couldn't stop staring at him. . .he looked so familiar. . .
He looked like a famous actor, because he was really handsome and reminded me of one. He looked like he was korean. He had little bit curly, silver hair, he was wearing a striped shirt and he was taller than me.

"Umm...you seem very familiar. . .have I seen you somewhere? Maybe in TV?" I swear to god I had seen him somewhere. I had this feeling, it's like you've met this person before, but can't remember where. It was nostalgic, but very confusing, because I couldn't remember where I had seen him.

"Who? Me? No, I doubt that." He laughed slightly, a bit nervously.

"Hmm. . .okayy. ."

"Aishh where are my manners. ." He fake facepalmed himself goofily, I laughed at his action.
"I'm Vante." He said, holding his hand out for a handshake, smiling a boxy smile.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you," we shook hands.

"Oh, what beautiful name! It's a pleasure to meet you, too!"
He said it in a very formal way so we both laughed for a second.

"But still. . is your shoulder okay?" He asked.

"Well yeah, it needed a few stitches but it's much better now."

"Oh gosh! Stitches? Ahh I cant believe that this jerk did that to you! I'm going to find him and beat the shit out of him!" He looked angry now.

"Nonono, don't do that, you'll get in trouble! I'm fine."

"Aishh, I'm just so so sorry that I could get to you faster. . ." he frowned and looked down.

"No, it's not your fault at all! He was just so drunk and probably couldn't understand what he was doing."

"Okay, if you say so. ."

"Thank you for saving me and bringing me to the doctor's office. I owe you so much. You really saved my life."

"That's no problem. I couldn't just stay there and watch this psycho attack you, what a fu*king asshole!"