Summary: Sometimes you just wake up and know something bad is about to happen but you couldn’t convince him to stay home.
“I'll be back before midnight.” He says. He's been working as a police officer for quite some time now, but whenever he leaves for work your heart stops. Especially today. Something just feels wrong, but you can't put your finger on it. The city you live in is dangerous. High criminality, multiple gangs trying to lead the city. That's why he's living here. He wants to change everything. And he's doing a really good job because he doesn't stop caring after the case is over. If they are young, he tries to guide them and helps them. People tend not to take him seriously because of his appearance. He always says that he is really manly, but his face just looks like a boy’s face. His brown deer-like eyes are now looking at you. He sees the fear in your eyes. “I love you baby. Nothing will happen to me. I promise.” He whispers and kisses you. But he can't promise. The thought of losing him is really scary. “Don't leave” You hold his shirt with your two hands and don't let go of it, making him chuckle. “As I said, nothing will happen. I can't leave you alone. You'd be hopelessly lost without me” He jokes and kisses you once more and carefully take your hands. “You would probably forget your head at home.” He jokes, referring to you always forgetting things like your keys or your purse at home. “Now let go of me or I'll be late. And if I'm late I won't be home before midnight.” He says, his smile blinding you. You may have met four years ago, but that doesn't change a thing. Your heart still stops beating whenever he looks at you with his loving eyes.
“Mhmm” You grumble as you wake up. It's way too warm. You roommate probably forgot to turn off the heating. You open your eyes and see dark smoke creeping under your door. Your roommate is still sound asleep and you hurry over to her, waking her up. “Y/N. Go back to bed. . ” She grumbles and turns. “There is smoke! ” you scream and shake her until she sits up. You can already hear the sirens. Why do you have to live at the end of the corridor on the 3rd floor? You now regret your choice, but it seems like that's too late. The smoke is making you cough and you have trouble saying something „We’ll die” you whisper, looking at your friend and she shakes her head. She runs over to the window, trying to open it. “DON'T” you yell, explaining to her why she has to leave the window closed. You both look outside and it seems like everyone could save themselves. Except the two of you. Hot tears are streaming down you face as you see fire-fighters and police arrive. They immediately start putting out the fire. People start pointing towards your window and you see that they are preparing the ladder to get you and your friend. After a few seconds a face appears in front of your window and asks you to open it. You quickly do, the smoke entering the room even quicker, making you choke. “Take her first!” You tell the officer and point at your protesting roommate. You cover your mouth with your shirt and cough. He nods and looks at you for a second before he helps her into the basket attached to the ladder. The fire comes closer and closer. You see your door disappear and now it quickly eats your carpet. “That's it” You whisper, preparing yourself for the heat. But before it can reach you, you feel two strong hands around your waist and they pull you into the basket and against their chest. You look up, meeting the officer’s eyes. Tears are filling yours and he holds you helplessly. “Shht.” He whispers, picking you up and placing you on the floor. “Everything is alright. You're safe” He brings you to the ambulance and looks after you while they take care of you. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to you. “See. Everything's fine” The officer tells you. He looks like he's your age. Maybe a few years older. You nod and he leaves you alone. You already miss him. His presence was really calming, and now that he's gone you can feel the panic rising and taking you over. You hands are shaking, you get light-headed and the tears don't stop streaming. The doctors try to calm you down, but none of their words reach you. The officer returns with a glass of water in his hand, a smile on his face that fades as soon as he sees you. He runs over, handing the water to someone else. “Suho what's wrong with her?” You hear the officer ask one of the doctors. “I don't know Luhan. She panicked as soon as you left.” The officer – Luhan – nods and picks you up, placing you onto his lap. “Shhhht.” He brushes your hair soothingly and waits until you calmed down enough that your breathing is nearly normal. “No freaking out, okay?” He mumbles and looks at you. “I'm sorry. You probably have other things to do” but you don't move one bit. “It's fine. The fire is under control and the others are talking to the other people that were in the house.” He says, calming you down.”I am Luhan by the way.” he says and looks at you. “I'm Y/N” you whisper back and after that day you two became inseparable. Luhan looked after you and you held onto him. He was your hero and you two first thought it was because of that. But after a while your feelings changed. It took you another year until you told him about it and he said that he also like you more than a friend.
3 years later he just left the house to go to work. You're thankful that he has that job because without it you would have never met him, but it still makes you uneasy. You look out of the window as he drives away, looking handsome in his uniform, as always. You sigh and start cleaning the house. You feel itchy the entire time. Something just feels wrong and a few hours later you receive a call that explains everything. It's Suho, the doctor who took care of you and later turned out as Luhan's best friend. “Y/N? I need you to stay calm, okay?” That doesn't calm you down at all. “Luhan and his teams were called to a case and they all came back wounded. . . Well. Except Luhan.” He says, sighing. Your hopes rise. Maybe he's fine. “They couldn't find him yet but that doesn't have to mean anything!” He immediately adds, but your heart already stopped beating. “Suho. Please tell me you're lying.” You whisper. “I'll pick you up from home now, okay?” You say nothing as he hands up on you and arrives at your house about 20 minutes later. “Hey. Open the door. It's me!” He calls and you walk towards the door. You're not even crying. You're just empty. Everything feels so unreal. Suho hugs you when you open the door. “Everything will be alright. My co-workers will call me as soon as he should arrive at the hospital.” He takes you to the kitchen and start preparing some food for you. You just sit there in silence as you listen to him explaining what he knows. “What if he's dead” You whisper suddenly and Suho looks at you “Don't even think about that. That's no possibility.” He says. When the food is ready you both start eating. You don't really taste the food and as soon as you are done you walk up the stairs, take a shower and go to bed. You just want this terrible day to end. When you lay in bed you can finally cry. Smelling him on the pillow and remembering how he woke you up this morning, showering you with kisses. Thinking that this probably will never happen again is killing you. You fall asleep after a while, dreaming of brown eyes.
Steps on the stairs wake you up. You take a look at your clock. It reads 11.55 pm. You look up as the door opens, expecting to see Suho there to look if you're still awake, but instead of him your dark-haired angel fills the frame. You jump out of the bed, hugging him tight, kissing his dirty face. “Baby. What's wrong?” He whispers, laughing quietly. “I thought you're dead!” You nearly scream and hold him tight. “I told you everything will be alright.” He's covered in dirt and sweat from head to toe. You start crying, all your worries are falling off your shoulders. “I promised that I would be home before midnight.” He says, sealing your lips with a kiss. And he kept his promise.
