SHINee Scenarios

Minho (Warning: Possible Trigger Alert)

This man was messy and hasty. He sucked and bit harshly on her collarbone, practically breaking the zipper off of her jeans as he ungracefully pulled it down and undid the button.

(Name) didn't want this. No matter how many times he shushed her and told her to "be a good girl," nothing in the world could make her want this.
She knew she was going to be morally violated by this man, and there was no one to help her. No matter how hard she screamed or how many tears she shed.

No one.

As quickly as (Name) was slammed against the wall, she was thrown onto the concrete ground as if she were nothing but an object or toy. And just as quickly as that happened, an array of screeching tires and car horns were heard from the street.

"Hey!"

She knew that voice. She knew who it belonged to. She knew.

But why was he in this part? (Name) knew for a fact that he didn't live around here because they lived in the same apartment complex.

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Minho brought the ceramic mug filled with steaming hot coffee to his lips, carefully sipping the liquid and becoming satisfied as soon as it hit his tongue, warming him up immediately. Why he enjoyed drinking coffee late at night when he should be home resting for work, nobody knew. But nobody questioned the very fact.

He stared out the tinted glass of the small shop, watching passersby and late night traffic. Across the street, he could just barely see a woman stopped in the middle of her step to scroll through her phone.

Minho could just tell that she was creeped out by the atmosphere around her.

He couldn't say he blamed her.

As Minho continued to focus on this particular woman for reasons unknown to him, he noticed a really slick man inching toward her quickly but not obviously (if possible). It wasn't until Slick here stretched out his arms and grabbed her viciously that he realized what was happening.

That girl even dropped her phone and everything.

By the time the signals in Minho's brain finally got to the rest of his body to do something to help her, the man who had snatched her had dragged her into an alleyway.

Typical.

His phone quickly went from laying flat on the table to in Minho's hand, already calling a dialed number. The coffee mug, half-emptied from the quantity Minho had drank from it, was soon forgotten as the other line was picked up, almost commanding him to leave the shop so that he could get the actual address of this place.

To him, it's always been, 'That one coffee shop on the way home from work.'

"Thank you for calling 112. What's your emergency?"

"Yes, um, I've just witnessed a man forcefully grab a woman and drag her into the alleyway across the street..." Minho found a sign at the curb that told him the street he was on. He squinted, reading aloud to the operator.

He could just barely hear her screams.

"Okay, we'll send help immediately. Thank you, sir."

"Thank you."

Then he hung up.

For a moment he actually considered how he would get across the street, but in less than a second he realized that there was no time. He had to stop what was coming to that woman and help her get away.

Eyes focused on the alleyway in target, Minho took a deep breath and sprinted across the street. Cars screeched to an abrupt stop and honked loudly at him, but he didn't care that a whole array of drivers were annoyed by his lunatic decision to run right into traffic.