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Protection// Im Jaebum(Part 1)

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Vampire

Summary: After being saved from an absolute stranger, you find yourself in a different world; A world you never knew existed, a world where you find yourself less protected than before.

Author’s Note:This is the first part of my new mini-series! I hope you all enjoy~

xoxo Sara

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You sat in the back room of the small coffee shop you owned with your old co-worker, waiting for her to arrive to work as you flipped through the pages of the latest book you bought. As an avid book reader and writer, you owned well over two-hundred books, which were good contributes to the small coffee shop. Once you had finished reading them, you’d place them in the shelves in the walls for the patriots of the coffee shop to pick up and enjoy while they sipped on their coffee.

“Yah, (Y/N),” Your co-worker, Tiffany giggled, “Snap out of your daydream. Your shift starts in ten minutes.”

“Yours started fifteen minutes ago!” You shouted, whipping your apron at her before slipping it on, “Don’t tell me to get to work!”

“Listen, there was a lot of traffic okay?” Tiffany tied her hair up, slipping a cap on over it, “I’m sorry I’m late. But i’ll close up today, okay? So don’t worry your pretty little head~” Tiffany tapped your head softly as she tied her apron, smiling at you before she left the room.

“I practically live here, I always close up,” you murmur to yourself, a small smile playing on your face as you bit your lip.

Your life had seemed simple enough. You have lived on your own for as long as you can remember; your mother and father had gotten a divorce when you were little, and your mother had passed away just a year or so afterwards. You lived with your grandma up until this year, when you had saved enough money to buy an apartment down the block from a little space that you had been eyeing for a long time, which was also up for rent. Agreeing to go half-and-half on the space, you and a person from your old job had bought it and turned it into a small—really small—coffee shop, something you had always dreamed of doing since you were a child.

Walking out into the small space, your eyes scanned over the people who sat in your coffee shop. There were few people who came here frequently, a small set of girls who came everyday after school, along with a boy who seemed to be there more for the books than he was for the actual coffee. Today, though, you saw new faces that you have never seen before; three men, with hair as light as the sun and skin so pale you were positive that it was their first time going outside in a while. Regardless, you served them with a smile, giving them their coffee the way they ordered it; black, with no sugar nor sweetener added to it.

You noticed the three men staring at you as you went back to work, serving the other customers with smiles although your mind was wandering somewhere else. Why were they staring at you so much?

“Hey, TIff,” you murmured softly as you went behind the counter, gripping your co-workers arm slightly, “I know you said you’d close up today.. But would you mind it if I just, stayed with you until then?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Tiffany said cautiously, putting her tray down as she raised an eyebrow at you, “Why? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you nod, showing a soft smile, “i just, didn’t want you to lock up alone, is all. It sucks having to walk home alone.”

“Alright,” She smiled, patting your head once again before lifting up the tray, “We can lock up together.”

Smiling at her, you nodded as you went back onto the floor, waiting for someone to raise their hand to take their order.

You sat at the front, waiting fro someone to order, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw a hand shoot up. You looked over to see the boy with black hair, raising his hand, his eyes staring into yours as you slowly stood.

Walking over, you smiled at him, leaning down to see the book he was reading.

“Poetry?” You hummed, taking out your notepad with a smile, “I love poetry. Shel Silverstein was one of my favorites when I was younger.”

“I can tell,” he murmured, “You have every book he’s ever produced here. Are these all of your books?”

“Yep, all mine,” you smiled, gesturing to the large shelve filled with books, “But I’ve read them all and i didn’t want them to collect dust. So I brought them here! Now, what can I get for you, sir?”

“Can I have a small cup of coffee, black? No sugars or anything in it,” he said, putting the book down as you nodded.

“We are also having a sale on pastries, freshly made. Would you like to try one?”

“No thank you, I only have money for my coffee really,” The boy smiled, wiping his hair from his forehead slightly as you nodded.

“Okay! Coming right up,” you smiled, walking to the small counters in the shop where Tiffany stood, handing her the order you had just received.

“That boy is cute,” Tiffany giggled, giving your hip a little bump, “He comes here everyday, have you noticed?”

“I have,” you hummed, sorting out the pastries in the small display glass, “He comes to read everyday. This is the first time I’ve seen him order anything, though.”

“I bet he was waiting for you to serve him,” She giggled, sliding a couple of coffees onto a tray, “He stared at you all the time, but not creepily. He’ll just peek over his book.” Winking at you softly, Tiffany left the area, making a blush rise onto your cheeks as you finished the boys coffee. Sliding a pastry into a small paper bag, you walked over and handed both of them to him.

“I sai-“

“It’s on the house,” you smiled, “And don’t worry, the owner won’t get mad. She wants you to eat, you come here everyday for six hours at a time and you never eat.”

The boy smiled at you softly, nodding his head as he slid the pastry out of the bag, “Well, tell her I said thank you.”

“No problem,” you hummed, walking away from him and to the small area you were standing at before he ordered.

The rest of the day went along smoothly; the group of men from before staying at their table, staring at you until closing, the boy from table three leaving a tip for you along with the pastry, a note attached saying that you would enjoy it more than he could.

The next day, the same people were back; the boy from table three, and the men who sat and stared at you. Walking over to the boy who sat reading a book, you placed a coffee in front of him.

“Thank you,” The boy said, a soft smile on his face as he squinted at your name-tag, “(Y/N).”

“Of course…” You said, your sentence lingering as you raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

“Jaebum.” He said, putting his book down to take a sip of his coffee. “Im Jaebum.”

“Well, Jaebum,” you said, tucking your notepad into your pocket, “I hope you enjoy your coffee.”

“Wait,” Jaebum said, looking around softly before leaning in close to you, “Those guys at table seven… They’ve been staring at you. And they’re bad news, so stay away from them, okay?”

“Why are they bad news?” You asked softly, “Do you know them?”

“I know of them, yes,” Jaebum said softly, “And they’ve been staring at you for two days. Don’t trust them. Let your friend serve them, or someone else.”

“Why are you warning me of this?” you asked, “Should I call the police on them?”

“No no,” Jaebum shook his head softly as he licked his lips, “The police won’t be able to do anything. Just, be careful.”

“Alright,” you said hesitantly, fear plaguing your mind as you slowly backed away from Jaebum’s table. How did he know of those guys? Why was he warning you?

Walking to the back room, you slipped off your apron, “I’m going on a break,” You told tiffany, “i’m going to sit out in the back.”

“Be careful!” Tiffany giggled, patting your head as she slid out her phone from her pocket.

“I will,” you smiled, waving at her as you opened the door that led to the back patio. You sat in a chair with a book in your hand, reading it for what seemed to be fifteen minutes, before you heard a whistle.

“Yoohoo,” you heard softly, your head snapping up to see the three men who were perched at table seven moments ago, “Miss?”

“Hello,” you said, slowly standing up, “I’m sorry, but this is a private back patio. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“But we have a few questions,” another said, eyes glued to you as you backed yourself away and near the door, “Would you mind answering them for us? It’s about your shop.”

“I can get my associate to answer them for you,” you said quickly, “My break just ended. I’m sorry!”

Quickly, you pulled yourself through the door and locked it, letting out a long sigh as you felt your heart beat speed up. How did they get back there? You looked at Tiffany, who stood while taking orders. Should you maybe close up the store early and go home?

“Tiffany,” you said softly as she came behind the counters to make an order, “The guys at table seven. They were on the back patio.”

“What?” she asked, filling a cup with green tea, “How did they get there? No one knows the code besides us and your grandma.”

“I don’t know,” you murmured, “But it’s making me paranoid. Do you think we should close up the shop?”

“No, no,” Tiffany shook her head, “We never close this early. Stay in the back room for a little. If you still feel uneasy about everything, then go home, okay?” She patted your back softly as she placed the tea on the tray.

“Alright,” you nodded, smiling at her before slipping into the back room, locking the door behind you. You sat there for a good hour, unable to even look if the men were still back there, waiting for you, or to see if maybe they went to sit back inside. Your mind raced as scenarios flowed through your head. You didn’t know what to do.

Grabbing your bag, you left the back room and hugged Tiffany. “I’m going to go home now. Lock up, okay?”

“I will,” Tiffany said, looking around the coffee shop to see if anyone was watching you, “Get home safe,okay?”

“Thank you,” you smiled at her, waving goodbye as you slowly exited the coffee shop, the bell above the door ringing loudly as you stepped outside.

Looking behind you constantly, you made sure no one was following you. You made quick steps to the next block, and then the next.

Once you past the corner to the block going to your apartment, you looked at the bench that sat near the bus stop. There were the three men that usually sat in your coffee shop. You locked eyes with them for a moment, but quickly sped up your steps, hoping to lose them and get to your apartment.

Your hopes were lost as you saw them crossing the street quickly, hot on your trail. You sped up your steps yet again, almost to a jogging pace, but they were still close behind you, getting closer to you with each passing moment.

Soon, there was nothing to do but run.

All you could do was run. At some point, your feet became so numb you couldn’t feel them anymore, the pins and needle feeling spreading from your toes all the way to your legs. You were unsure where you were running to, because you had nowhere left to turn. No friends, no family, no one to save you. You were alone in the world, and you were scared.

You couldn’t think straight. You felt your heart beating through your throat, the taste of your sweat on your lips as your tears stung your eyes, the thoughts of who was chasing you, who was trying to catch you, was far beyond your thoughts right now. All you could think of was how to lose them.

You could smell the freshly mowed grass you were running on as you screamed for your life, unsure of who would hear you, unaware of who might actually care. You weren’t going to try and knock on anyone’s door. That would take too long, it would give them enough time to decrease the gap you’ve put between you and them and catch you, and that was the last thing you wanted.

You wondered how you got into this situation, how you went from working at a coffee shop, a place where only few people frequently went, to running for your life from people who you didn’t know, who didn’t look harmless when they entered your shop.

And then, it went dark.

Protection// Im Jaebum(Part 1)

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