Bitch boys | NCT Mafia AU

Pet; (CH17)

You saw him grab something from his pocket, you prayed to God it wasn't a gun or a knife.

You stealthily ran across the room to the kitchen, grabbing knives and throwing them at him. Your trembling hands making you unsurprisingly miss every time.

He snorted at your skills, holding his bat with an ignorant smirk.

"Guessing aim isn't your speciality"

You felt your heart beat even faster, even faster then when admiring Taeyong.

You remember the time when Mark introduced you to all the weapons in SM's inventory, yet you couldn't recognise the tool in his possession.

He was nearing your position, you jumped onto the counter and slid across with a hard push, avoiding the unknown weapon.

You ran into the hallway on your right, entering the bedroom. You were trying your best to keep yourself active, and not confined to one spot.

This was your first ever real 'fight'. But you could tell he was holding back.

You locked the door shut, hastily searching the room for weapons... Specifically close combat weapons.

You found nothing, only a Bible. Which was fine since it was heavy and could probably knock someone out once used with power.

You heard him struggling with the door knob before slamming the door wide open, a less sarcastic expression on his face.

He ran straight to you, swinging the bat at you. You ducked down and shoved the Bible into his abdomen with all the force you had.

He groaned loudly in pain and stumbled backwards.

You took this chance to escape the corner you were trapped in before him suddenly coming back after you, managing to strike his bat on the center of your back.

You screamed as the pain spread through your back and immediately fell down. The bat was metal and had some sort of taser-function mechanism, it hurt like a bitch.

You were in a very vulnerable position, you were paralysed and staring straight at him.

Jungwoo was right: you weren't ready yet.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips, he kneeled down and gently moved a strand of hair out of your face.

"Changsub" he said in between his inspection of your face.

You exclaimed aloud in agony as another jolt of pain struck through your back, you tried to lift your arm to smack his hand off your face but failed miserably.

You made a sudden conclusion(out of extreme fear you were feeling at that second) that due to his friendliness, he (hopefully) probably wouldn't harm you further.

"What's Changsub?" You asked.

His hand paused.

"That sounds good"

"What?"

"Thats my name, sounds good coming from you. You can even give me nickname... How about I call you Y/N-ie?"

"No" you cringed immediately, "why?"

"Just figured you'd like that, since your probably going to stay with us for a while... Hopefully forever"

"Why the fuck would I want to call you a nickname like 'Changsub-ie'?" You scoffed, looking at him with disgust, "are we friends? I don't thin-"

"Yes we are-"