The Girl | NCT mafia au

chapter 5

(Pink hair?)

My first part-time job is at nany Boba's Bakery, its 25 minutes away from my apartment, I normally take the bus.

Nany Boba is an old lady, a very lovely one, she treats me like a daughter, she gives me food and sometimes medicine when I'm sick, she's such a sweetheart, she is the only person that cares about me.

The bakery doesn't have too many customers, that's why it's not really busy here, except for some special days, but the paying is still good.

"I think we need to put more sugar in this whipping cream"

"You sure like sweet things" I smiled back at nany Boba's comment, I enjoy the time that I spend here, It makes me feel warm and accepted. 

"How was your day at school?" she asked me.

"A disaster, too many events, suffocating" I said rolling my eyes.

"Did you perhaps talk to some guy, may be more than just one?" she asked.

"How do you know?"

"Just a feeling I got, you seem very uncomfortable around men, I figured that's why you'd be grumpy,  well I think that you should try to open up I bit, and make friends" she said with a soft smile.

"Oh no you nany u got it all wrong, it wasn't a nice talk it was more like an argument, it always goes like that for me"

"Still just try to open up, I know that you feel lonely, give it a try" I look at her amazed, she has an ability of reading people like open books, that's why I trust her.

It's 8 p.M. Now and I gotta take the bus to my next part time job, but as the very lucky girl that I am, the bus already left, so I had to run to get there in time.

I work at a restaurant, kind of a bar, it's 10 minutes away from nany Boba's by bus. The shift normally starts at 8 and a half and I always come right in time, change my clothes, and ready for work, but today I'm going to be late for sure.

I was running in the streets, in a manner that made people think I was probably chased by someone. After 10 minutes of running, I was only half the way to my fabulous destination, I decided to take a shorter way to gain time, ugh can this day get any worse?

Then life was like; say less.

 
"Fuck fuck fuck" I heard faint murmurs, ew no! Is someone for real having... here? Oh God no
"just get out already" a loud voice was heard from afar.

"you're so dead" 

Where is that voice coming from? I tried looking in the dark alleyway, then I noticed a pink-haired guy hiding behind a big container, he was sitting in a pool of blood, I hate the sight, I hate blood, I hate this.

I got a little near him, the bitch turned and was about to shoot me, I took a step further and he was confused, wait he had a gun?

"Who are you?" he tried asking but he suddenly stopped when I sat down next to him, he was shot in his right leg.

"That must be painful" I mumbled.
"Who the hell are you?" I finally looked at his face, he was cute.

"I see you like to play hide and seek, just like your friend" said someone from afar again, the guy grabbed his gun and was about to get up, but I pulled him and made him sit down again.

"There are too many of them, they're going to give you trouble, especially with that leg of yours" I said pointing at his foot, his eyes followed my finger, then focused back on my face.

"Do you have a phone?"

"Dead" he answered, great, just fucking great.

"So will we be if you don't call someone for help, wait do you have someone to call, family or friends or whatever?" I asked him.

"I have many, but my phone-" 

"Here" I gave him my phone, he looked at me not sure what to do.
"If the number is really some big of a secret you can just fucking delete it after!" I whisper-yelled at him.

"God okay chill!" he took the phone aggressively from my hand and started doing his thing, I looked at his wound, it was... ugly. He must be in pain, it was bleeding pretty badly, I don't know why, but I just acted immediately, and took my hoodie off, I was wearing a t-shirt and a sport bra under it.

"Dont ask so much just got already I'll explain later- YAH what are you doing?" He spoke on the phone, before noticing my actions and panicking.

"Shh don't scream, oh my god! How are you even doing this job if this is how you react to everything?" I hushed him, is he dumb?

"Mark what's going?" a voice said from the other side of the phone, it was so loud I could hear it too.
"Fuck just come here quick" 

I took my t-shirt off, now only in my sports bra, I rushly ripped my shirt and pressed it around his wound.

"You're shaking, you know" said the guy named Mark, after putting the phone down and staring at my hands which were pressing on his wound.

"I hate blood" I murmured "press it with your hands for me" and he did as I said, then I took my beanie off and put it on his head making sure to cover all of his hair.

"Your hair is so easy to notice, it shines in the dark, it's too tacky" I chuckled "no offense, I like it, it's just not good for gang work... at least cover it" I said since I was sure he would ask what I gave him my beanie for.

"Call me crazy, but I forgot for a moment that these guys are looking for us"

"You not us, you" I said sassily.

"Aren't they taking too long though?" I suddenly asked him, because it was suspicious really.

"I guess I know why."