《Wings ↻ Zhong Chenle》↻18
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I mean Seowoo is brave for saving the pregnant woman but I think she needs a little more training bless her 💀
"Shit." Jeno's voice called out, already attending to the pregnant woman who sobbed as she clutched her bump.
"P-please help- he pushed me and I fell b-but..." She trailed off, looking down at her stomach. "I cant feel him moving."
Jeno's eyes widened, eyes trailing from her tear stained cheeks to her stomach.
"He isn't moving? How far along are you?" Jeno asked, narrowed eyes as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm almost five months." She explained through her tears.
"Okay Darling, don't worry- let me call an ambulance okay?" Jeno said calmly, wiping away the blood from his cut lip as he immediately got his phone out.
Jeno paused, glancing at a figure who had already entered the space.
The other boy- Jaemin- rushed over at the sight of Seowoo wavering in her step.
"Woah there." He commented calmly, clasping his hands over her upper arms as she swayed. "You've made quite the mess haven't you?" Jaemin said with a small chuckle, looking down at the blood on the floor which spilled over her fingers.
Seowoo was in a grave amount of shock, unable to form her thoughts coherent enough to string out a sentence.
Hot white pain spread in anguish as she whimpered out, throat clogged by the lump growing as she tried to suck breaths in to subside her pain.
Caught in her throat was a cry, unable to withstand the pain as it grated and pulsated in her open wound.
Jaemin was oddly calm as her legs gave in from their erratic trembles as lightheadedness.
Seowoo was kneeling on the floor, vision blurring and eyes twitching- threatening to close and slip into unconsciousness as her gut churned.
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Hunched over, tightly clutching her right side as she shivered violently.
"It happens to the best of us." Jaemin spoke despite her ears ringing- unable to hear a word he was saying.
Unknown to her, the boy with a steady hands, slipped off his thin jacket as he began to roll it up.
Seowoo was now slumped against the wall, head leaning against it as some sort attempt to stop her from falling flat on the ground.
"Oh shit." Renjun commented, spectating it all happening as Jeno tended to the crying pregnant woman to Jaemin wrapping his jacket around the stab wound.
"Could have been avoided if she wasn't dumb." Chenle muttered, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pocket.
"Bring the van out." Jaemin told Donghyuck who was quick to rush out of the store with the keys in his hand.
Despite the heavy air, Jaemin had a blooming smile on his lips as though nothing worried him.
"You're lucky it missed your organs sweetheart." Jaemin mused, tying the knot as wiping her blood on the thighs of his black jeans.
Seowoo groaned out in pain, biting at her bottom lip harshly as she screwed her eyes up.
"I feel sick."
"Yeah we'll try not to throw up on me, my clothes are expensive." Jaemin joked to lighten the mood but as Seowoo tried to let out an unenergetic laugh, pain spread through her.
"Ow, fuck!" She exclaimed, cheeks glistening with the reminisces of her tears. Gulping down the metallic taste coating her throat.
Jaemin glanced over at Chenle who was whistling as he looked around the isle mindlessly.
"Hey Chenle, get over here and help me get her up."
Chenle paused, turning towards them slowly with a blank stare.
"Why me?"
"Shut the fuck up before she bleeds out." Jeno spat out, dominance dripping from his tongue as he stared at Chenle with dark threatening eyes.
Chenle scoffed, pushing himself off the wall as he slowly walked over to Jaemin who had Seowoo's arm around his neck.
The black haired boy sighed deeply, ducking his head to reluctantly place Seowoo's other arm around his own neck- his hand placed on her back as they both began to help her out of the store.
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