A/N: the title has absolutely nothing to do with the plot of the imagine. I proofread this, but there might be mistakes seeing as I wrote and read over this all between 1-2 am :) so there's that. Enjoy. Pairings: Teen! Heo Hyunjoon x Teen! Fem! Reader Summary: two strangers witness a robbery together which brings them closer. Warnings: guns, robbery, swearing, angst, teens Words: 1,126
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"We're going to die." Your face was pale and blank, and you couldn't move. Your lips felt numb just like the rest of your body, and the boy who was next to you could say, "Maybe if you shut up, we can get out of here alive." He acted calm, cool and collected, while you were a shaking mess behind one of the shelves near the back of the store.
"Don't act like you're okay with this!" You snapped, shifting quietly to look up at the boy who was crouched as well. "I know you're scared." You whispered.
"I'm trying to get out alive, unlike you." The teen hissed, sitting down with his bottom on the cold floor while his back was against one of the shelves. You looked at him oddly, as his sharp eyes seemed to be looking up at something. Following his line is vision, you found that he was staring at a mirror on the ceiling. Anyone could see it as soon as they entered the store and now it served as a helpful guide. Because you could see the robber pointing a gun at a shaking older woman behind the cash register.
"Okay, when he's not looking we make a break for the back door."
"Can you run?" Hyunjoon turned to face you, eyes filled with curiosity.
"I did track for three years." You shrugged.
He deadpanned. "I didn't ask whether or not you did track, I asked if you could run."
"Yes." Your eyes rolled.
"Yeah, I kinda figured that after what you just said." The teen scoffed.
You could hear the woman pleading for him to just leave and he sounds of crying suddenly made their way to your ears.
You winced, wanting to block out the sounds all together. But you had already tried that before by placing your hands over your ears. It didn't work. "I really wish he'd just leave—"
Silence. The woman's pleads had stopped, the sounds of her voice now long gone. The sound of... well actually nothing.
Eventually, after having a few small mental breakdowns and Hyunjoon having to give you one too many pep talks, you both dashed for the back door of the store and had managed to run down the street far away.
When you were finally down the street, you had crouched down to catch your breath while Hyunjoon followed suit.
"I'm going to assume there were security cameras in the shop were on. So, they have the whole thing on tape." The dark-haired teen said, quite out of breath.
"But other than that, unless the police don't come to you, don't talk about this to anyone." You nodded in agreement, although the more you thought about it, it didn't seem right.
"Wait—What?"
Hyunjoon stood to his full height and stared down at you.
"Someone could pin it against us, I mean we're teens out at night when we shouldn't be... Plus, I kind of have a record, but that's beside the point."
"Just go home."
—
Weeks rolled by soon enough, and you began to fall back into your normal routine. You couldn't help but remembered what had happened in the convenience store a few weeks ago, and you didn't tell the cops or your parents about it. Hyunjoon had given you his number after smartly telling you that it was best to keep in contact just in case. But other than the last time you each other the day of the robbery, you hadn't seen him or spoken. Frankly, you didn't want too. You just wanted to move past it and forgot you were ever even there in the first place.
But then he appeared at your house, knocking— more like pounding on the door like the normal civilian he wasn't. Thankfully your parents weren't home, they'd surely find this weird and disruptive.
"What're you doing here?" You asked the boy who still looked like the same boy you had seen a few weeks ago, other than the new light brown-blonde hair.
He looked rushed as he walked through your house like he knew the floor plan of the whole place or as if he'd been here many times, when in fact this is his very first time.
You followed him through the house, and stood at the island in the kitchen and watched him carefully.
He didn't speak for a few seconds, probably looking for the right words. You didn't know until he said,
"You're okay." He said, showing a bit of worry. You were confused. You hadn't even known him at all, and he was already worried about you for some strange reason?
"Why wouldn't I be?" You asked leaning on the island.
He mysteriously didn't answer again right away, leaving you the worried one this time. It wasn't like you knew him personally or enough to k ow his personality and habits, but he was acting weird.
"You're acting weird. It's not like I know you, but—"
You stopped speaking when he pulled out a shiny object from his leather jacket pocket.
"Why do you have a gun?" You asked nervously, standing up straight and rigidly.
"Why don't you?" He snapped leaning across the island to stare you down.
"Are you insane!?" You screeched.
"Try cautious." He shrugged nonchalantly, setting the gun in the marble island in front of the both of you.
He wouldn't come here, to show himself that you were okay and then kill you... would he? You honestly didn't think so, but then again you didn't this boy personally.
"But seriously, the gun is for protection." He explained.
Eyebrows knitting together you asked, "Not from that guy who robbed the store right? He didn't see us." Hyunjoon's head shook.
"I think he did. I saw him creeping around my house a few days ago," your heart jumped into your stomach.
"That's why I came here, to check on you." Any other ordinary day you would've probably blushed and found it cute, but you couldn't even think about that right now.
"Where'd you get the gun from?" You wanted to know how a teen his age got ahold of a gun. Unless he owned it? He did say he had a record...
"My uncle." He reassured.
"Oh."
"Are your parents home?"
"They're at work. I—I'm not sure when they'll be home." You admitted.
"Do you think you can come with me for a while? I have to show you something."
"You're not going to kill me are you?"
"Why would I come over here to check on you and then kill you?" He asked, eyes squinting in confusion.
You chuckled nodding in agreement, having already thought about that previously. "That's what I figured... I was just being cautious."
