Stray Kids (Imagines, Scenarios, AUs, and more!)

For You (Kim Seungmin)

Originally published via Tumblr on March 23, 2019

Genre: Angst; crime witness!reader
Warnings: Gun violence
Summary: Seungmin loves you endlessly, and he'll do anything to keep you safe.
A/N: Two words – I'm sorry 😂

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"What's wrong, Y/N? You've been quiet all evening."

"Hm? O-oh, nothing... just thinking..." You rub your arms as you stare out the windshield, goosebumps forming on your skin.

"About what?" Seungmin asks, glancing at you from behind the wheel.

You lick your lips, your gaze darting around the deserted, poorly lit streets anxiously. "It's just... I'm scared..."

"Everything's gonna be alright, baby," Seungmin reassures you. "Chan and the rest of SKZ can help you, we'll protect you. By this time tomorrow you'll be safe in a giant four-poster bed, complete with maids and room service. Heck, we'll even get you bodyguards if that's what you want. You'll be perfectly safe; I won't let anything happen to you."

The faintest of smiles flickers across your lips, but before you can say anything, a spray of somethings fly into the windshield, and the sound of shattering glass fills the air as you cry out in fear, the car spinning out of control.

Time seems to slow as you look up and see the car spinning closer and closer to a street lamp beside an alley. A moment later, there's the grinding and cracking and snapping of metal and plastic as the side of the car slams into the lamp post.

You sit there, frozen in your seat, gasping for breath, when you hear Seungmin ask desperately, "Y/N? Y/N, are you alright?"

"F-fine," you stutter. "W-what...?"

Seungmin swears in a panic, and when you look up, you see why – the spray of projectiles was, in fact, a spray of bullets. They've left a dozen holes in the windshield, and punched their way through the dashboard.

You can feel your terror mounting by leaps and bounds. "Th-they've found me," you whisper. "Seungmin –!"

"It's fine, Y/N," he reassures you, but his voice sounds slightly strained. "Just – open up the glove box, will you?"

Barely managing to suppress your hysteria, you yank it open – and gasp. "Why do you have a gun?" you nearly shriek.

"For emergencies," your boyfriend grunts. "Quick, into the alley. My door's smashed; I'll climb out yours after you."

Your mind swirling in a haze, you open up your door and practically tumble out of the car, but being careful to hold the gun away from you, your finger well away from the trigger as you stumble into the alley. You hear Seungmin trailing behind you, but a moment later, he yells "Y/N!" and lunges towards you – right as another gunshot goes off.

You scream as the two of you tumble to the ground, Seungmin quickly rolling the both of you behind a dumpster for cover before sitting up with a pained groan.

You gasp as you see the dark stain of blood on his shirt. "S-Seungmin!"

"Shh, baby, it's okay," he grunts, even though his face is twisted with pain as he pulls out a gun of his own, then rapidly fires off some rounds towards the end of the alley. The fire is returned by your enemies, and when Seungmin's chamber clicks empty, his tosses the gun and a cartriage pack to you, taking the other gun from your hands as you stare in shock.

"Reload that one" he orders, grimacing as he shoots with one hand and keeps pressure on his wounds with the other.

Your hands shake as you reload the gun, tears streaking down your face as you finally realize what happened – Seungmin took the bullets of your enemies, bullets meant for you, to silence you and what you know. "You idiot," you rasp through your tears. "Why'd you do it?"

Seungmin turns briefly and smiles softly at you, the sight almost maniacal paired with the blood now trailing from his lips. "For you, baby." He glances around the alley for a moment, still blindly firing as he says, "The fence at the end of the alley – look, it leads out to another street. I'll keep you covered as you make a run for it, yeah?" The chamber to the gun clicks empty again, and you dazedly hand him the one you reloaded.

"But–"

"No buts," Seungmin snaps. "I'll be right behind you. Ready?"

"No," you whimper.

"Come on, baby, you've got this," Seungmin assures you. "On the count of three, make a run for it. One... two... three!"

You and Seungmin bolt from the cover of the dumpster, with him firing at the enemy as you scramble up the chain-link fence like a spider. You're just dropping down to the other side when Seungmin begins his ascent as well.

Suddenly though, there's another bang, and Seungmin grunts, his body tensing for a moment. Then he falls, tumbling off the fence and hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

"Seungmin!"

Your boyfriend slowly lifts his face as he struggles to push himself back up. "Go," he rasps. "Run. Contact Chan – he'll help you."

"No, no," you whimper, tears pouring down your fave as you shove your hand through the fence, firmly grasping Seungmin's bloodied one. "No, Seungmin!"

"Y/N, go!" he gasps back. "Go!"

Another spray of bullets whiz past your head, the dark figures at the end of the alley drawing nearer, and you duck with a sob. "Seungmin..."

"Go!"

You hesitate, but the steady rain of bullets forces you to accept the reality of the situation. So, with an anguished wail, you let go of Seungmin's hand. "I'm so sorry," you sob. Then, you turn and scramble from the alley, keeping low to the ground to avoid being shot.

"I love you," Seungmin calls weakly.

And right as you escape the alley, reaching the relative safety of the street, there's one more sound – one final gunshot, echoing with a grim finality into the night. You're not touched by the bullet, and yet somehow, it blows a hole in your heart, big and black and utterly empty. Because now your world is, too.

Empty... of Kim Seungmin.