Jeonshot (JJK x reader)

2. Carry me

I squinted my eyes and tried to focus on the face lingering above me, but it just wasn't clear. I wanted to answer their question, but my voice was long gone and the only reaction I could make at this point was to blink. The figure sighed, placing one of their cold hands onto my cheek and squeezing it lightly.

"Come on, at least try to react" They called.

Fine, I will.

I squeezed my body together in hopes of creating some kind of sound which for some reason worked as a muffled squeak emerged from my lips. The figure hummed in response, bending down to me and slipping an arm behind my shoulder. They started to pull me upwards until we were both on our feet, them fully supporting my weight.

They huffed and bent down to my waist, wrapping their arms around me and hoisting me from the ground. I wanted to scream and stop them but it was too late, I was already slumped across their shoulder as they walked away with me, further into the night.

My wet clothes stuck to my body and the cold air bit at my skin. Finally, I could feel pain again meaning my whole body erupting into flames. It was like a thousand bee stings all at once and caused me to hiss out. The only positive was that I was slowly coming back to normal.

The figure continued to bob up and down with me on its shoulder until it finally stopped in its tracks. I couldn't find the strength in me to look up so I just lay there, lifeless. I heard the jingle of keys and a click of a lock. I'm guessing i'm about to be dragged into a basement and locked up for eternity.

They brought me into a building, the door shut behind and locked. The figure walked further inside but stopped still again. I felt it's arms wrap around me and yank me from its shoulder, dumping me down onto a soft feather like object.

I gazed up at the silhouette of the person.

"Nghh wh-" I stuttered, still unable to see the figure fully so was very unsure if it was a 60 year old man or a little child.

"Sh, let's get you warm." It's husky voice spoke. It sounded genuine and caring but still wasn't to be trusted.

The person walked away from me, making a clicking noise before a vibrant light flooded into my eyes. I fluttered them wildly and attempted to adjust to it  which was easier said than done. But I did it.

And that's when I saw the figure, was a man. But not just any old type of man, an attractive, around my age man with soaking raven hair. He wore a hoodie, the same colour as his hair, which was now soaked to the bone alike his ash wash jeans. He was extremely muscular with wide shoulders, even the veins in his hands stuck outwards. One paper cut and he was dead.

He had sun kissed skin and moon crescent eyes that bore into my skull. He didn't say anything, just stood silently in front of me studying my own features.

After a few seconds I felt heat rising in my cheeks and couldn't help but look away, I felt vulnerable under his intense gaze especially since he was so attractive.

I felt my dripping clothes leaking onto the sofa he had placed me on. If I was to sit here any longer there would be a wet outline of my body stuck to his sofa and that was not my aim right now.

Slowly, I attempted to stand on my feet but felt two strong arms gently push me back down. I couldn't exactly fight them in this state so instead I just grabbed hold of one to stop him moving me and slowly raised my head to meet his doe eyes.

"You need to get out of those clothes, they're soaking" He bluntly spoke, ignoring the fact that his creme sofa was becoming a art-piece of my body. But I nodded lightly, unsure of what to do.