Imagine..
A guard grabs you as you are escaping, so Minho teaches him a lesson..
My body jerks backward as I am captured by one of the WiCKeD guards. "Gotcha, you're not going anywhere."
"Get off me!" I yell at him, struggling against his tight grip on my arm.
When my group hears my shouting, they all start yelling my name. "Y/N!"
"Y/N!? We gotta get her/him!"
"Leave her/him alone!"
Hearing them makes the guard grip his gun, meaning letting me go. I chuckle. "You idiot."
I quickly run towards my friends. Minho catches me, and we hide around the corner. "Did he hurt
you?" He looks me over a few times.
"Just my arm." There is a giant handprint from where he was gripping me.
I watch as Minho gets angry. He frowns, and his hands ball up into fists. Before any of us can stop him, he runs, fast, at the guard who is slowly trying to sneak upon us. When he reaches the guard, Minho slams his foot into his stomach, knocking him down.
We all run over. Thomas picks up the guard's gun, and Minho looks back at me."Holy crap, Minho."
I watch him take deep breaths, not taking his eyes away from me. "No one hurts my Y/N."
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Final edit: 24.10.20