Helping a wounded man and unknowingly making him obsessed??? (Delinquent x reader)
“I hate this fucking job.” You muttered to yourself as you walked away from the cafe after your closing shift. Your car broke down a week before, which is why you picked up this strenuous closing shift. You walked your usual way home, your feet aching and practically screaming at you to sit and get off of them.
The sidewalk you walked on was illuminated by the dim flickering yellow tint of the streetlights. You were minding your business, one airpod in listening to music while you were still sure to watch your surroundings. Everything was normal up until you heard a groaning coming from an approaching corner. Your survival instincts told you to keep walking, if not even faster. But your empathy and curiosity took over, leading you to look around the corner and find a man, hunched over in pain and groaning. You turned on your flashlight on in hopes of seeing him better. The man was large, muscular, and you could tell he was tall even while sitting. He had his eyes closed, and due to his hunched position, he didn’t notice you. With your flashlight on, you saw his hand over his stomach, blood covering his hand, and you realized he was really hurt.
“Sir?” You called gently, not to startle the man too much. He looked up, piercing green eyes immediately meeting yours. “The fuck do you want?” His voice held no patience, rude as ever. You raised an eyebrow at his audacity. He’s the one bleeding out and still being an asshole? “Let me see your wound.” You tried to stay patient. Pain did make people irritable after all. His eyes scanned over you, guarded yet pained. He didn’t say anything as he lifted his shirt, exposing a deep stab wound. “Oh God” you rushed over to him, dropping your bags. “We need to get you to a hospital.” You expressed with worry but when you looked back up at his face the man was just staring down at you blankly, like you had three heads. “Sir?!” You slightly yelled to snap him out of whatever daze he was in for whatever reason. “Can you stand?” He finally blinked at you “I think so.” He groaned deeply as he tried to stand up, using the wall as support. You worriedly spotted his movements, ready to catch him of he falls. “I’ll call the hospital and then-” your sentence was cut off by his firm words “No. No hospitals.”
“What the fuck do you mean, no hospitals?! You’re bleeding out?!” Your eyes widening in disbelief. “I said no hospitals. Anywhere but there.” The man grew heavier against your arm, he was getting weaker. “Okay- okay my place isn’t far, I have a first aid kit there” The man nodded and started walking with your help. He looked down at your nametag that rested on your shirt. “Vee..” he whispered as if testing the name on his tongue. You looked up at the mention of your name and realized he read your nametag. “Oh, yeah. What’s yours?” He gave you that look again, like you were some kind of alien and he had to process your words. “Damon.”
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Bit of a filler post until the poll is done!!! Hope you guys like this one with an actual plot lol. Thank you all so much for the feedback and support it means the absolute world to me!! Part two will be here soon dont worry