Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Trips for bubble tea were not rare when it came to Zitao— he practically lived at the shop. Although he hated going alone, the sudden urges for taro had him visiting the shop constantly. He found it relaxing to sit at one of the tables and gaze out the window, sipping on his boba. There was no one else in the store besides the workers (who he knew pretty well already), and it was already dark outside with the city lights sparkling.
Zitao is someone who people watches, though someone who had stopped at a stand in front of the shop definitely caught his eye. ‘Ah! Is that Channie?!’ He thought to himself, eyeing the other outside. It, in fact, was his friend. Zitao tried to finish his bubble tea quickly, regretting it afterwards when the brain freeze kicked in. When he got up to throw away his empty cup, he glanced back outside to find three suspicious guys crowded around Chanyeol. Zitao raised a brow, watching from inside as Chanyeol’s expression grew scared and his body language showed how uncomfortable he felt. The men kept crowding closer, running their hands over his arms and playing with his hair, making Zitao glare at them through the window, fists clenching. Once he saw one of the men grab Chanyeol’s wrist and tug him over to the alley beside the shop, Zitao bolted outside, following them.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Zitao yelled, catching all of them off guard. Chanyeol was already pushed up against the alley wall, looking at Zitao with wide eyes, quietly whispering Zitao’s name. The men looked Zitao up and down, smirks on their faces. "Maybe we should take him instead. He’s pretty as hell."
Zitao scoffed, rolling his eyes and stepping closer. “Let him go or I’ll kick your asses.” Of course he’d get a laugh in return, two of the men stepping closer to him as the other continued to hold Chanyeol back. “No!” Chanyeol yelled out, and Zitao gave him a look that read ‘Don’t worry.’
Once a hand was laid on Zitao, one of the men earned an elbow to the nose, possibly breaking it, while the other man got a knee to the groin. Luckily, that was enough to scare them off. The man holding Chanyeol back quickly running off along with the others, limping. Zitao ran up to Chanyeol, cupping his face in his hands as he looks him over.
"Are you okay?! Did they touch you anywhere? My poor Channie!"
Sometimes Chanyeol was too pretty for his own safety.
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