NCT One Shots

Johnny- Advice

"Oh, come on," I teased my best friend, Johnny, as we were walking through the park. "I thought you were a romantic. Why are you hesitating so much?"

"Because that's not what being a romantic means. It's not that easy, Y/N. You can't just go up to someone and say 'Hey, I'm in love with you'."

"Well, you could..." I mumbled. He gave me a look, and I immediately put my hands up as if in surrender.

"You wouldn't know, you haven't had to confess to someone." He looked away, clearly unimpressed about my previous statement.

"And how do you know that?" I demanded, lifting an eyebrow.

"Because you tell me these kinds of things, just as I tell you."

I sighed, knowing he was right. Honestly, what did I know about confessing? Not much, since I've somehow never had to experience it. I wanted to help him, but my dating advice doesn't come from personal experience, so I have no idea what would work 100% and what wouldn't.

"Describe them to me."

He sighed before looking over to me. "Why?"

"Okay I know you might not believe me," My tone was a little harsh but I was starting to get tired of his attitude. "but I do want to help you as much as I can."

"Aren't you the reason I had a breakup last time?" He snapped, glaring as he stopped walking. I took a few steps before coming to a complete halt.

I felt as though I had been slapped in the face. I remembered what had happened and looked away. I only didn't give proper advice once. I suddenly didn't know what to do with my hands. Put them in my sweater pocket? Hide them behind my back? Leave them hanging? I went for the pocket option, though I wasn't sure what to do next. I asked him, though quietly, if he wanted to be alone for a bit, so that we wouldn't start arguing. Instead of answering, he stormed off. I stayed where I was for a while longer, my mind blank. I eventually decided to wander around the park.

Not too long after starting to do so, I heard a scream somewhere behind me. Whirling around, I saw someone running right towards me, a knife in hand. I took a step back into a steadier position, ready to at least try to defend myself, though there was a big part of my mind that was asking myself what the heck I was getting ready to do. Bracing myself, I put my hands into fists in my sweater, watching carefully as he was pushing past people. If he were coming for me, I would be ready. If not, he'd push right past me. Either way, I was going to be involved. I wasn't about to let someone die.

The stranger let out a yell before winding him arm back, knife pointing up. I knew he was coming for me, I knew he was aiming for my stomach. Just as he started swinging, I brought my hands out of my pocket, ready to catch his arm. I could do this.

But before my hands made contact with his arm, there was someone who was suddenly in front of me. From where I was, I only noticed how his arms seemed to strain against something, so I could only assume he had caught the attacker's arm. There something else I noticed.

Johnny. I went around him and went to punch the assailant in the stomach. I wasn't going to let Johnny get hurt because of me. I had already hurt him emotionally. Physically wasn't going to slide.

The aggressor moved forward, colliding with my fist sooner than planned. Though he fell to the ground clutching his stomach, clearly in pain, he was soon laughing. I was confused, until I heard a thump behind me. Panicked, I turned around.

Johnny was clutching a knife that had been stabbed in his side. There was a shiver of fear that ran through me as I tried to catch him. I laid him on his back, but I didn't know what else to do. I was so angered that I hadn't done enough to stop this but was also frightened at the thought of losing him.