Dreamlike. //Joji x Reader Imagines//

Wounded.

Joji's POV

"Oh my God...I can't believe you actually did karaoke in front of everyone. I had such a huge feeling you weren't actually gonna do it." Y/N laughs, linking her arm with mine as we walk.

"Ah, well you were wrong. I did that shit." I smirk at her.

"Sober, too. How did you not get embarrassed?"

"See, when you're a performer like me, you're never embarrassed when it comes to things like that. Sober or not. Unless sonething goes wrong."

"Mm. Well, you were lowkey kinda good considering that you were singing as a joke. Alot of people seemed to like it." She smiles.

We enter an dark alleyway. I suddenly start to get a bad feeling in my gut, and I know Y/N can feel it too. But its the only way we can get to the carpark. 

Y/N turns to me. "Uh, Joji? You sure we should go through this way again? It's really dark." 

"Hey, don't worry about it, babe. I'm afraid it's the only way to-"

I feel as strong force hit the back of my head, sending me straight to the floor. Suddenly and overwhelming amount of of punching and kicking takes over my body. I try to fight back but there's way to many men there, I couldn't ppossibly beat them all. I hear bloodcurdling screams of Y/N.

"FUCKING STOP! PLEASE STOP IT! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!"

Her only get fainter and fainter as I start to lose consciousness. Then, I suddenly fell a sharp object being pierced through my stomach, immediately knocking me out.

Y/N's POV

"Shit...FUCK! Everyone stop! We got the wrong guy!" A hooded man yells, slowly getting up.

Everyone suddenly stops.

"EVERYBODY SCRAM! HURRY UP!" 

They start running. Not looking back.

I drop onto the floor.

Uncontrollably cying, I try to find Joji's pulse, to see if it's still beating...If he's still alive.

"JOJI!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!" I scream. "It wasn't supposed to be like this..." 

I immediately put my hand on his wound, trying to stop the gushing blood. Joji suddenly wakes up, but very slowly.

"Oh baby! Talk to me, please talk to me!" I cry.

"Y/N..." He groans in pain. "I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"No you're not! No you're not!! You're going to be fine, I swear...I'm not letting you die!"

My heart is shattered. It's too hard to grasp what had just happened. With my hands shaking like crazy, I try to pull out my phone. Leaving my free hand I'm still covering Joji's wound. I dial 911, and put the phone up to my ear.

Someone picks up. "Hello? 911, what's you're emergency."

"Someone! Please help!! M-my boyfriend has been seriously beaten up! A-and he's been stabbed!!" I frantically yell.

"Alright...Alright. Try and remain calm, sweetie. Try to stop the blood from gushing out by adding pressure to the wound." The lady speaks.

"I-I'm doing that!" 

"Okay, perfect. We're gonna send help right away. Could you tell us the address you are currently in?" She asks. 

"U-uh...I'm not quite sure what the actual address is. All know is that we're in R-Rockway Avenue, I think? It's next to a bar called *insert bar name*" I try my absolute best to explain to her.

"Okay. That's absolutely fine. We should be able to figure out where you are from that infomation."

There's a few moments of silence despite the few clicking from what sounds like a computer.

Joji's head suddenly drops.

"Oh- Oh God!! He passed out again!! Oh my God..!!" I cry out to the lady.

"Sweetie, just hold on. Whatever you do, just do not remove your hand. Okay? The ambulance should be there in about ten minutes. Just stay put, I know this is scary for you but please just try to stay put."

"A-alright..." 

"We're gonna keep you on the line, honey."

I sigh deeply, tears still pouring down my face. Ten minutes. Just ten minutes until they arrive. My love will be safe. He'll get help. But... What if he doesn't make it? My life will instantly be ruined. I can't imagine a life without him. He's been such a good person to me throughout these years that I've known him - He's stuck with me for so goddamn long. He always knows how to make me feel better when I'm going through tough times. He always knows how to make me laugh. He knows how treat me like a queen. He always knows how to...Love. 

To lose him would be devastating. That's why I've got to be strong and help him fight for his life. Oh god- I love him so much. He can't leave me. 

I wont allow it.

I look back down at him. He's so pale...My poor baby. Bruises. A split lip. A black eye. Blood. More bruises. A stab wound. That wretched stab wound.

He can't leave me.

He can't fucking leave me...

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Heeey!! This story here was very intense, ngl!

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed it. Also please let me know how you're finding this book so far. Give me some (constructive) criticism, please! Or suggest an idea for the next story! Or you can leave me a nice comment. That'll really make my day.❤

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