dysthymia | zhong chenle

열 아홉

❝ i'm afraid to get attached to someone
who's going to leave me anyways ❞

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his voice was hoarse, ridged even. she didn't have time react, she could only do what she could to help. she had shooed the other male out the door and dragged chenle off the unconscious male, pulling him out of the van with the ripped picture in her hand

chenle still had a knife in his hand by the way

it was quite the sight.

"chenle- jesus christ" she took his hand, careful with the knife as they manoeuvred to the side. chenles face didn't morph into hurt at all, nor did he even look scared: there was a whole knife in his hand.

"what do i do with you" she shook her head, clueless on how to handle this situation. the fact that chenles eyes were glued to her face didn't make it any bit better

"what the fuck do i do!" she fumbled over her words, looking all over the place, desperate to somehow stop the rushing of blood. she maybe should've paid attention to first aid lessons during sport classes.

"i'm calling kun" she fished for her phone, fingers trembling and eyes glossed with fear. the phone was pulled out of her hand, her hand lowered by another. he chuckled, despite the situation, he could even laugh.

"why are you laug- chenle stop you're stressing me out" her mouth was dry when the knife was pulled out of chenles grip, him clenching his fist while tearing off a loose bit of his shirt and wrapping it around securely

"you've lost too much blood we need to go to kun" she pulled his wrist, dodging a fallen body.

chenle wouldn't stop smiling it almost seemed psychopathic as they retreated to the other side, spotting winwin throwing himself onto the van.

"there, quick" she weaved around the puddles of blood, catching sight of winwin opening the door for her and chenle. though, majority of the nct members were still outside, wounded and distraught.

"how about the others?" hyejin knitted her brows together when they clambered on the van, realising her earpiece had lost its connection the moment she had entered Cubes van.

ripping it out of her ear, she fiddled with it before swiftly making the little light flicker back to a neon green.

"ten" she hushed while attempting to contact ten back at the base. they were outnumbered, by a lot

"they aren't in good condition. chenle and i tried to contact you but you dropped out" she begun

"is there any way to get them on the van?" chenle clicked his own earpiece, disregarding the pulsing pain in his hand that had been slashed open.

"they'll have to make a run for it"

hyejin eyes took no time to scan the atmosphere, landing on the radio that had been momentarily shut off. she glanced at chenle, the two sharing a plan through a single gaze before she found her way to the front seat, hand fumbling with the buttons

the two made an amazing team when it came down to missions, it was truly fascinating when words were simply not needed when transferring a message across to eachother.

"on the count of three, run" chenle spoke into the earpiece, alerting all the members still out in the war zone

"1"

1 she counted in her head, her eyes narrowed at the cogs

"2"

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