Oh, Sh!t.

One-Shot

"Should I use...you?" The male in front of you whispers questioningly.

"Fuck no- you won't."

This man has just showed up all of a sudden, after you agreed to go to an unknown apartment in a well-kept area just for the shits and giggles. A fun story to tell friends. The thing is, you're already pissed at him for behaving like a self righteous asshole. This little fuck right in front of you fucking thinks he can kidnap you and get away with it? Oh boy, oh boy. No.

He lifts up his head, and the strands of his white and red tinted hair fall into place, looking far different from the picture sent to you.

You're both liars in this situation. You didn't plan to go into the apartment, so you said that there wasn't a password lock. He sent you a fake photo to try and gain your trust (which he actually had none of).

"You aren't pulling any of that fuckery with me. Miss me with that shit."

You've just been letting him ramble about how he'd "be good to you" for the past couple of minutes and you've decided it's time for an intervention. You aren't even scared. Just moderately annoyed. He's already proven himself to be both crazy and stupid.

He's shocked. He did not expect you to be so vulgar.

"The saviour won't be pleased..." You don't hear very much of that, and he doesn't realise he's saying it out loud.

Saviour? Work ethnics are getting more strange. Probably his motivation or something. Maybe he's just a religious freak, ready to sacrifice you to satan. That's just edgy. He should tone it down if he wants anyone at all to take him seriously.

"I'm going to give you thirty seconds to get the hell out of my sight, otherwise, I'm ready to fucking  beat you to the ground."

Your face is accurate to your profile picture when he was choosing candidates for this very special mission. However, your personality was not.

Instead of interjecting, the man which you met in the messenger just stands in awe.

How? He thinks. She looked so kind in all of her pictures.

"What the fuck, edgelord? Five, four, three, two-"

He barely stutters out, "Y-you're going to have to come with me."

Pity swells in your heart. He's looking so pathetic now. Saddened eyes, shaking hands.

"Fucking really now?" You jeered. "And what if I don't?'

"Then I'll-" he pulls out a rag.

Which you then pluck from his hands, shoving it into your own pocket as he stares down in despair.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

He's unfocused. "I wanted a kind, gullible girl... Not one who says the word "fuck" every three seconds..." It comes out as a whisper, but it's audible and now you're making calculations from your fist to his jaw.

Suddenly, you find yourself reaching for his leather collar- then using force to throw him against the wall next to the door of the apartment he seemingly wanted you to go in. Your iron, vice-like grip holds him in place and his limbs are frozen.

"Listen here, you little shit. I don't care who the fuck you think you are, but you aren't going to fuck up my life just because your boss pissed in your cereal this morning. I want you to take your head out of your ass, realise that I can fuck you up, and fuck off."

When you let him go, his hand lifts up into the air in a fist. As you turn around, it's aiming for your head-

And caught in your own hand, preventing it from going anywhere.

He tries to go against you, but your nails dig into his fingers as you tighten your grip.

"Pretty boy thinks he can win a fight? The stranger wants to fight?" You hiss out through your teeth, letting go off his fist after jerking it down with force (you were sure you heard a small crack after that, but you didn't care). Positioning your feet a few steps backwards, you raise your fists near your face.

"Come on then."

He doesn't advance, and stays still, until he makes a break for it and runs as fast as possible.

You might let him go easy but...
You want him to remember you.

So you run, all the way down the stairs of the apartment complex and keep chasing him. Is that panting or crying? Either works.

Something that seems like business card flies out his pocket onto the polished floor, but you ignore it.

Before you know it, you're outside the building and he's running down the path towards the cars.

The man gets into a black car, and by the looks of it, he floors the accelerator, guiding it out the parking lot and onto the road extremely fast.

What a little bitch.

Sighing, you turn back and remember to pick up his business card like item. When you pick it up, you discover it's actually a folded sheet of thin paper, which reads out an invitation of sorts.

Don't you want to escape this filthy world?
It reads. You think that question alone is rather... condescending.

But in your head, you answer the rhetorical question.

I'm good, thanks.

On to the next line of this mysterious invitation.

This is an invitation to paradise.

Like fuck it is. You shove it into your pocket just after noticing one piece of vital information.

Highlighted in turquoise, there's coordinates, you could probably find the location they're linked to using Google Earth.

Is that where he works for?

You just can't wait to resume your fight.

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Lmao I just did this for fun, Saeran reacting to a really aggressive MC.