no one here is bulletproof

He knew he could trust Minki–to an extent; he didn’t seem the type to be able to hold secrets and seemed too honest for his own good; but he knew that he could trust him to help him if he was in a rough spot. And what he needed Minki to trust was that these wings were more important than fixing up some minor bruises and a possible broken nose, when those things could easily heal themselves. With a grunt he pulls himself up, wiping the blood from his nose before turning to the other, “I’m telling you now, they’re probably gonna hound us for those wings and they’re gonna be disappointed when they’re cold.”

he liked to appear as a trustworthy person he supposed.. but then again, minki didn’t actually know completely how he was supposed to do that right now. he was just... being himself?  “don’t care.. needed heated up anyway. can wait a little longer.” minki muttered in reply, shrug following quickly because he didn’t really care what any of them thought.. and well uh, he supposed that if anyone had a problem with him deciding he cared more about a member of the gang than food. they could take it up with hansol?

She had been trusted to go out on her own, and she wasn’t going to do anything reckless. But she jumped a the opportunity, tired of having to stay cooped up in the house. The television was getting repetitive and the walls seemed to close in on her. Sure she had her pups there, and they made things a little better.– But at the end of the day, she was dying for a deep breath of oxygen and opening a window just wasn’t cutting it anymore. She  hadn’t expected sleep to suddenly overcome her the way it did, or the hand to stir her away, but both had happened and as she grumbled a bit and lifted her eyelids up to meet Minki’s gaze she smiles a bit,  not surprised that he was making sure she was taken care of. “Yeah but it’s super nice out here..” She mumbled, though her body stands up and stretches. “And I’m tired.”

minki had been told enough that it wasn’t exactly to safe outside like this when he was just working, so he supposed it couldn’t be any safer to sleep out here either and it was why he worried a little when he found sunmi out here alone. he couldn’t really understand either how anyone could find sleep out here too, but well, minki didn’t have the most normal or healthy sleeping pattern he supposed. “shouldn’t be alone..” he mumbled out a little, brows furrowing a bit because it didn’t seem like a good idea here. “come back.. with me-- can sleep there.” it wasn’t even so much him not trusting out here alone either, because he did even if he’d been helping watch her and spend time with her, it was just more so that minki figured it would be safer if she slept indoors.. than here.

However often he went to Hansol’s place to whisk the boy away for some ‘brotherly’ fun, or just to enjoy a good home cooked meal once in a while, Minjae found himself unable to recall many conversations between him and  the elder male. But here he was, picking up the wings with no problem and insisting on helping him. It made Minjae think that maybe kindness wasn’t dead. His upbringing  and own selfishness were one of the reasons he had thought so; always being told to look out for yourself over other and not to spare second glances at those who begged for help and it’s that reason why he wasn’t surprised that no one tried to help him at first, choosing more so to walk off to the other side of the street and pretend not to see him. There’s a bit of grumbling at the mention of having to go get checked out. Knowing that Nuri got annoyed with him already as it was– He was worried she might try to enact some sort of painful revenge on him. The next question pulls him out of his thoughts, shrugging his shoulders a bit, “Probably some pussy ass subunit from the outlaw bloods.”

minki didn’t know if this was called kindness or care, or maybe both, but what he knew was that he wasn’t just going to leave the younger boy there on his own to deal with any of this. it wasn’t fair on him, and leaving minjae out here just seemed a little more rude than anything. they were both gang members after all, but given he saw minjae outside of the gang as well, it wasn’t really just that either. he’d like to consider him a friend anyway.. if that could be applied; minki never really understood when to apply that word to people. “huh.. maybe. but c’mon.. lets go back now.” he had a feeling anyway that minjae wouldn’t go and get checked out by himself, and if he wouldn’t do that, then he’d make sure he did.. if he could anyway. he wasn’t that strong after all, or good at convincing people. minki kind of just hoped for the best.

The cool breeze of an oncoming autumn seemed like the perfect weather for her to fall asleep in. Insomnia and her workaholic traits had kept her up these passed few nights, still trying to decipher why exactly they were framed and who in the world did it because she was sure Yoongi wouldn’t let her actually take a break until she found the culprit. It didn’t help that Sunmi was staying with the Lost Boys male trio of Hansol, Minho and Minki; men who she all would testify shared her workaholic trait. It made her feel incompetent, when she took her breaks and the competitor in her wouldn’t allow them to get more work done than she did. But of course, that caused her to lose even more sleep and it suddenly became increasingly harder for her to keep her heavy lids open.  She wishes she knew when she fell asleep– but the feeling of letting her body rests wraps her in a blanket full of warmth, lips parting to let out her quiet breathing as the overall good feeling reaches from the tips of her toes to the last strand of hair. She was in complete heaven; that is until she’s being shaken a bit, “What do you want?” She mumbled, burying her head further into her arm as she tried to get back to sleep.

minki didn’t expect to see sunmi of all people out there sleeping as he made the walk back to the apartment as quickly as he could, hood up and mask on for once because even minki knew now things weren’t safe enough. he knew about the hit anyway, that apparent attack his gang had caused, but it wasn’t them. he knew that. and still, at least he knew to cover up-- “sunmi..” he mumbled then, laptop bag over his shoulder as he reached to gently try and wake her up. he didn’t want her left out here passed out.. “bed.. sleep-- should sleep in.. a bed.” he furrowed his brows, repeating it in his head before making sure he’d said it right anyway, but still, he shook sunmi a little more. sure, minki had something he needed to ask her too, something he needed her help on anyway, but that could wait until she’d rested.

☀️🐶 Liau 🐶☀️: we gotta stick together through this everyone

☀️🐶 Liau 🐶☀️: things look like crap rn but we've been through worse

☀️🐶 Liau 🐶☀️: i'm not sending this as some kind of shitty pep talk. i'm sending this bc we're all wanted for something we didn't do

☀️🐶 Liau 🐶☀️: this could be the only way to clear our names

Minho: oh fuck off

Minho: there are no reminders to stick together. we're a gang that goes without saying

Minho: if any of you want out just say and i'll make sure you have a bullet in your head by morning

Minho: there's no pep talks or 'we are all in this together' crap

Minho: get your shit together you fucks, keep your heads low and if any of you make this situation worse i will again put a bullet in your head

💙🥑 Dabon'em 🍑💙: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbrbUfYSt0E

💙🥑 Dabon'em 🍑💙: I don't think clearin our names will work

💙🥑 Dabon'em 🍑💙: The other gangs are out for blood and they're all threatened by us so of course we're gonna be their number one suspect

💙🥑 Dabon'em 🍑💙: Sticking together isn't an option

💙🥑 Dabon'em 🍑💙: We have to play our cards right

Hansol: Please if any of you guys want out?? tell me.

Hansol: just say goodbye to your family for me.

Hansol: I don't have anything to say to you all except for if you did it you're number one on my hit list.

Hansol: Though i know none of you pussies would actually be that dumb...

Hansol: i hope.

Minki: isn't it best to just.. stay quiet? don't react and it won't draw so much attention

“she what– huh? what happened? choked– when?“ he frowned, confused because he hadn’t known about this until now and it made him worried really. “care ‘bout her.. don’t want anyone to hurt her..“

Lips tug into a gentle smile, watches as his hands fall into his lap. Sunmi liked a lot of things about Minki, like the fact that he was so sweet and gentle, how smart he was. She didn’t spend a lot of time with him, but whenever she did, it reminded herself to be humble, in a way. Yes, Sunmi had a genetic advantage in comparison to others because of her brain, but she wouldn’t be the genius she is today had she not been spoon fed information since she was pushed out of the womb. While general people had always argued about Nature versus Nurture as if it was one or the other, it was clear  to Sunmi that it had to be a combination of both. She was no would be no where near as smart as she was today, had she grown up in a place where she wasn’t exposed to so much so young. It had fascinated her then, when Hansol and Minho mentioned that he had taught himself everything he knew. She didn’t know about the situation the elder had grown up in, but just the sheer fact that he taught himself the language, the coding– everything he knows. It made her feel humble, pride and a strong sense of admiration. Her right hand tucks a strand of hair behind her ear then, clearing her throat before she’s giggling at his words, hand pushing him gently as she laughs again. “Yeah totally, an old man. But Minho is ancient, like– crusty and dusty. You? You’re actually cute. You can get the ladies still.” His head tilt only seems to amplify her laughter as another joke creeps into her head, one that would mostly likely fly over his head, “Is everything about you small Minki or are you hiding something from me?”

Sunmi notes that she should hang out with the elder more often. She couldn’t feel sad  in his presence. She didn’t know if it was the way he would tilt his head in confusion, and she’d half to slow herself down, or the way that he seemed to make her laugh and smile without trying, or just his  gentleness, but she liked hanging out with him a lot. And hearing that he still would’ve came to see her, no matter how true that statement was or not, makes her feel.. warm? inside, she supposed. “It’s just… I don’t want to talk and then you walk away and be like, ’ This bitch was breathing her stinky breath on me.’ you know? I don’t have a tooth brush on me right now, but… Bae is supposed to bring me one later… ” She tries, shying away slightly.

minki didn’t really understand being seen as ‘smart’. he was seen as that after all, sunmi too, but he didn’t understand why. sure, he understood the word and the origin, what it meant and how it was used, but he couldn’t tell if he was smart naturally, or that fact he’d grown up in the way he had, taught himself the things that he had-- is that what made him smart? it was a curious thing, but if he were to say who was smart, he’d probably thought sunmi and anyone else really. he knew he was intelliegent after all, but he didn’t have the skills needed for the real world that everyone else held, and that put him at a disadvantage. he didn’t understand teh world like everyone else, and he saw it different-- and hell, interacting with people in general was sometimes enough to make him want to sink back ino his mind instead because he still couldn’t get used to actually being around people like this. “s’only a lil’ bit older than me though.. both twenty four.” his head tilted once more, like a curious puppy he supposed hearing something he didn’t understand. but it was things like this that went over his head. “get the ladies?” he repeated her words then, face scrunching up in confusion because he didn’t understand that really, or why she was laughing now with her next words. “huh? hidin’ what? i’m missin’ a joke.. right?”

it was probably odd in the fact that they were both intelligent people, but even then, the seemingly simplest things were what went over his head and left him more confused than understanding. like when people were joking, or their change in voice and expression. he didn’t get that, didn’t catch on-- the only thing he caught on to was if he was being shouted at, something that made him.. panic? more than anything. “wouldn’t be like that.. though. breath doesn’t smell.” he shook his head. at least to him it didn’t anyway. “promise-- m’not lyin’.”

“what i gotta do again?” minki’s brows furrowed, already feeling the lack of energy for this kind of thing creeping up on him and his throat. it hurt, but it always hurt. it made it harder for him to speak with an understandable tone though when it felt scratching and his breathing was a little more laboured-- but minki still wanted to learn. he needed too.. @sunyeolgp

Minjae had always kept more so to himself, or bossing around the lower recruits.  So it wasn’t often, maybe when he’d visit Minho and Hansol, that he’d see Minki. It wasn’t like Minjae was ever bothered by the other. In fact, he more so appreciated that the two of them kept to themselves respectively. It made the blond’s life so much easier in consideration hat everyone in some way or another, felt hell bent on getting on his nerves. When he approaches, Minjae let’s out a grunt and gestures to the bag, “We don’t all get to enjoy Hansol’s fine cooking, so you should take these to the hide out. "Save the wings and try and get someone to warm them up.” The question has him laughing a bit, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth before he looked over at the other, hand reaching out to pat his shoulder, “People out here beat us up for no reason, I tell you. They’re just lucky my hands were full.”

minki didn’t really spend a lot of time around others. most of it was spent behind his screen or in the comfort of the apartment doing his own thing-- or visiting sunmi as of late anyway. and sure, he kept in enough contact with others when needed, but he wasn’t good at conversations half the time, and a lot of it was just luck if he could actually keep one going longer than ten minutes. minki figured people still saw him as a child too, even if he wasn’t. just because his life had been nothing close to normal and he’d been fucked up by it to the point a lot of things weren’t normal to him, it made people look at him weirdly. it was probably a reason as to why he liked his own company really, as well as the fact he’d probably never be used to being around so many people as he was. the comment has his head tilting a little, looking over at the bag and then back to the beaten male. “think should help you first..” he muttered, “should get looked over, anyone can heat ‘em up.” but minki did reach for the bag, adjusting his laptop bag on his shoulder too so it didn’t slip off. “who did it?”

“Yeah, getting caught isn’t on the agenda for today.” Minho muttered blandly, his gaze still focused on the group until he’d managed to get himself and Minki moving down the street. Sure, it was a bit overkill but Minho had already had one unfortunate incident befall him today and he really didn’t want to have to deal with a cop as well. Explaining why he had a bloodied shirt wouldn’t be too easy. “Well, we should definitely get you something then. If Hansol finds out I haven’t fed you he’ll have my head.” He groaned only half joking as he led Minki towards a street of food stalls. “Choose whatever you want.”

minki’s gaze went over to watch the group then that minho was looking at curiously then, before he let himself be moved away from them. probably got the best considering that well.. yea, no one really needed to get caught right now or police called after them. and minki didn’t like running really, tended to avoid it as much as possible. “huh.. isn’t it my job to feed myself though?” he mumbled, taking the comment a little literally for a moment and picturing a rather not nice scene. when told to choose as they came up to the stalls, minki was quiet for a moment, looking around at what there was. honestly, food still overwhelmed him a little, mostly because he really didn’t think he’d ever get used to having a choice and knowing there was so much to choose from. when walking past something that smelled nice though, not something he really recognised anyway, the younger stopped and pointed over at it. “that?”