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“I am fucked,” was the phrase the kept repeating in Wooyoung’s head as he ran away from a sketchy guy that had been following him for a while.
Go to the market after practice alone, great idea, Jung Wooyoung. Legs starting to feel like bricks, Wooyoung desperately looked for somewhere to hide, settling for a turn in the alley. Catching his breath, Wooyoung reached for his phone, dialing the first contact that came to his mind.
“Damn it, San. Pick up please,” whispered Wooyoung as his hands started shaking. His mind going into overdrive as fear grips his heart, scared for his life. He couldn’t die now, he has just started achieving his dreams, Atiny and his members were waiting for him!
San was waiting for him.
One beep, two beeps, three beeps.
“Hello? Wooyoungie?”
Wooyoung inhaled sharply, a feeling of relief washing over him. “Sannie! Thank god! Can you please help me I- damn it- someone’s following me. I don’t know what to do!” Wooyoung whispered quickly, voice cracking as overwhelming emotions took over him.
“What?! Wooyoung, where are you?” A deep inhale. “Youngie-ah, where are you, we’ll come over right away. Hongjoong-hyung!” Footsteps could be heard, signaling that the other members are now with San.
“I’m- I’m in an alley near the club, the one behind the convenient store.” Sobs escaped Wooyoung’s lips, his heart beating profoundly in his chest. “San, I’m scared. I don’t want to di- I want to go home.”
“We’re coming, Woo. We’re coming, we’ll save you.” Another sharp inhale. “Are you injured? If you are I swear I’ll beat the bastard that hurt you.” San growled, fury and worry seeping through his words. It calmed Wooyoung to know that San would fight for him, his fear subsiding a little.
“I’m fine, I just-“ Wooyoung was cut off abruptly as an arm grabbed his throat and slammed him on the floor, choking Wooyoung and making him drop his phone. He could hear San and another person— Seonghwa-hyung? — shouting in the background through his phone. He tried hitting the offender, clawing at his arms and kicking blindly. He tried and tried to get free, but the person attacking him was too strong, pinning him down on the floor. Dark spots clouded his vision and Wooyoung could feel his consciousness slipping.
I don’t want to die. God if you’re there, please spare me.
Wooyoung blacked out, sagging in the arms of his attacker, the idea of dying being the last thing to fill his mind.