𝐓𝐁𝐙 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

76 - Sunwoo (Pt. 1)

4.3.19
genre: fluffy, comedy, fantasy
SUNWOO - requested by BoNGBuIsh
length: 2 part
P.O.V: 1st & 3rd & reader insert
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"Y/N! Watch out!" My mom screamed from the sidewalk, trying to run towards me as I chased down my bouncy ball I won from a claw machine.

I heard a honk of a truck blasting in my ears, and I looked up after finally picking up the ball that had rolled onto the road. A truck slammed its brakes in front of me and I squeezed my eyes shut, prepared for impact.

But suddenly, I felt someone carry me off my feet with a whoosh of air.

I was shoved to a safer place away from the truck, which had skidded to a stop in front of a red light.

I opened my eyes and felt concrete and grass beneath myself, and when I looked around, my savior was nowhere to be seen.

I gasped, lurching forward and out of my pillow. I wiped the sweat that was collecting at my forehead and let out a heavy sigh after seeing that I was in my room.

"Why do I keep having that memory replay over and over again..? That was ten years ago!" I exclaimed aloud to myself. With a shake of my head, I cleared the fuzziness in my mind and stepped out of my bed.

That near-death experience in my dream wasn't the only one. 

Nearly every week I get into some kind of mishap where I'm always thrown into some event where I almost get killed. Most of the times, it happens in places where accidents usually happen, such as the road, but sometimes, they occur in the strangest places.

It's a miracle I'm actually still alive.

I can't tell if it's a coincidence or some fated occurrence, but there's always the same mystery person who manages to save me right before I die.

But because of these events, I've been getting increasingly paranoid. I'm wary and alert of my surroundings, but to the extent I get terrified of being in a kitchen. Most of the time I get this knotted feeling in my stomach whenever something bad's going to happen, but I can never tell what.

Sighing, I changed into my school uniform. It was going to be my first day of school since I moved here not too long ago (mostly because of all these crazy near-death experiences I'm having), and I didn't want any bad first impressions.

I prayed that nothing unfortunate would happen to me on my way to school, or even at school as I slowly made my way down the stairs so that I wouldn't slip. Even going down the stairs was an extremely petrifying task for me.

Ridiculous, I know, but having all those traumatic moments happen to you gets your brain a little messed up. Maybe you wouldn't know because you haven't been in my shoes, but once all those things happen, you start to get scared of everything.

I said goodbye to my mom, who was also preparing to go to work, and I slung my backpack over my shoulder before walking towards the door and leaving the house.

Now that I've moved, I wonder if that same mystery savior would still show up.

Shaking that thought out of my mind, I headed to the bus stop, where I waited there with a few other students wearing the same uniform as me.

Some of them exchanged glances and looked over at me, which was reasonable since they haven't seen my face before. Confusion and surprise were written all over their faces as we hopped onto the bus.

I was the last one to get on, and it seemed as though there was only one seat left, and it was next to a guy who was also wearing the school uniform.