[helpless]
in which changbin is faced with a dilemma, what should one do if his soulmate has to make a sacrifice in order to save you?
pairing: changbin x reader
genre: angst(?), teeny mentions of fluff, soulmate au
wc: 579
warning: mentions of blood, being beaten up
the blood, bruises, and exhaustion were starting to get to troublemaker!changbin.
he wasn’t sure how long it has been since the force of strong fists landed on his jaw, but he was sure he had the upperhand before. now, he’s nothing but a mere punching bag in front of the guys who cornered him in a dark alley.
changbin’s body is starting to get numb as the kicks and punches were only getting stronger. he tried counter-attacking but to no avail, his desperate punches only being received by cold air.
he could only laugh at how pathetic he was, only receiving aggressive punches when he used to outstrength the losers ganging up on him. and having no idea what to do after.
it was two weeks ago when he’d go to your arms after he’s caught up in a fight and you will magically make the pain go away but he won’t do that now.
he can’t do that now.
how funny, he thought. after spending days with you he only ended up weaker. you make him strong but at the same time you make him weak to his knees. you heal him but at the same time you hurt him.
the guys’ anger and rage only bubbled up more when he laughed like he was making fun of them. “you dare laugh at your situation, huh?” the punches were doubled, the guys spitting strings of curses at him.
when he finally decided to to receive everything and patiently wait for the gang to get tired of beating the shit out of him, while hoping he doesn’t faint before it happens, the sky suddenly grumbled a loud thunder, weirdly.
the street lamps that light up the road outside the alley flickered, making the scene look like it was from a horror film. lightnings soon landed on the ground continuously, and then at once, the guys clutched their heads desperately.
groans were heard as the guys felt an overwhelming pain like their heads were being split into two. the thunder grew louder, roaring like it plans to break the whole planet. “fuck,” one of the guys muttered while still clutching his head and kneeling on the ground.
