Adventure.

“Are you okay?” He asked, reaching a hand out to help him up. 

It was all so surreal to the lilac haired teen, it felt like he was stuck in some type of horror movie yet- he didn't remember falling asleep. Chenle was speechless, the whole ordeal had him seated with wide eyes along with a frame that trembled just slightly, enough to be noticed once close to the boy. He wore the color pink among his cheeks and the tip of his nose, as if he was on the verge of crying. Though he wore a tough demeanor, he was just a teen.

give me a plot. 

i’m literally falling head over heels for you, but oh- you just wanted to steal my cartel. have to choose between you or my family and well, family is permanent. ( chenle or jisung. x m/f/nb )

did you just hit me with a car? yeah i’m hurt but we can’t go to the hospital and i’ll tell you why, i’ll settle for some aspirin and maybe a night on your couch thanks. ( donghyuk, jeno, jaemin x m/f/nb )

i just had a nightmare, i couldn’t really breathe and now i’m running to your door at 3am; i cried so much i can’t see straight and you found me asleep on your doorstep the next morning. ( renjun. x m/f/nb ) 

i think i just killed someone, can i use your shower? think i could borrow some clothes too? ( chenle, jinsoul. x m/f/nb ) 

the police raided our last house so can we stay with you for a couple days? maybe a week? two weeks? ( all of my muses! x m/f/nb  )

i needed some type of job to prove that i’m mature to my brothers and sister, now i’m your maid/butler; stop ruffling my hair, i will curb stomp you. i might be small and quiet but i swear i’ll throw a plate at you. features your muse gushing over jisung and jisung finding your muse obnoxious. ( jisung. x m/f/nb ) 

i’m not that nosy but how come you never come outside? i just knocked at your door because i pass by your house everyday and you’re always at the same window. ( jeno, jaemin, mark. x m/f/nb ) 

“you guys are seriously being so rude right now. i have an exam to study for, so could you just keep it down?” 

Geez, Jeno could only imagine the type of life this girl lived I mean come on, only the librarians got picky about who was speaking in the library. Unless you were some uptight snob- which by the looks of the stranger so far, she seemed to be one. 

Much to his surprise, the despicable male was nowhere near, that he could see anyways. So, he headed back for the car, flopping in the drivers seat and throwing her shoes in the back seat. “What do you want to eat?” 

Though he couldn’t exactly see it, the expression Jinsoul wore was very appreciative; the girl was actually smiling while in her daze, clinging onto the male for dear life up until they made it to the males vehicle. With one arm out to keep herself up she helped the other get herself into the passenger seat, knees coming up to her chest and arms staying firmly wrapped around them; it seemed like a childish way to sit but at the moment her stomach was churning and it helped just the slightest. 

“A cold? Getting your leg slashed open wasn’t enough, you had to go out and get a fucking cold too?” The words came out instantly, and Joohwan knew the blue-haired boy had known exactly what he was doing when he’d typed those words on his phone. Still, he couldn’t help but return the smile that Jisung granted him, standing up with a little shake of his head. Joohwan walked a few feet away to get his kit, where he kept the stitches for situations like this.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” He grumbled as he came back and settled himself in a chair opposite Jisung, patting his legs. “Prop it up here. I’m going to disinfect it and stitch it, and you, stupid, will learn to be more careful next time because what if I’m not here someday?” The glare accompanying the words was rather light, considering the bite Joohwan’s gaze usually held. 

It’d worked like a charm, and had Jisung snuggling back into the chair with a smile of accomplishment; he truly was a child, it showed all over his expression that he somewhat felt it was fun to poke at the elder. 

“It’s not my fault, you’re the nurse you’re supposed to make sure I don’t get sick!!” He’s nodding his head, as if he was speaking in a ‘matter-of-fact’ manner. Knowing very well Joohwan did his very best to take care of the reckless teen, and Jisung seemed to do his best to ignore all the directions he was given. He really was a piece of work. 

She was ready to pull her hand away from his, wanting nothing but to get into her apartment, but that was precisely when he started pulling her down the stairs again. “Wait– Mark–” Him saying ‘because of me’ was something she needed to question before it got too late, this wasn’t his fault– if any it was hers. Unfortunately the loud crash held a halt on her thoughts, and at the same time made her jump. An overwhelming sense of fear washed over her again, and she shuddered.

“You’re not–” her breath caught in her throat, and she pulled away her hands awkwardly  to rub the cold sweat that was forming on her hands, then shook them around as if shaking off her panic. “You’re not making any sense, I don’t understand.” They were friends, she understood, but the responsibly wasn’t his. She could stay with one of her band mates or.. something. “My brother would seriously have your head if he found out I was staying with you.” Jiwoon didn’t even know Mark, he might just take her head as well. “Wait–” Quickly she fumbled, with shaky hands, attempting to get her phone out of her pocket. “I seriously haven’t called the cops yet. I’m so stupid.” 

“I’d rather have him have mine than yours, who knows maybe he’ll thank me for being a white knight.” Even he didn’t notice it at first, but after a few moments he realized that he was indirectly telling on himself; Minseo had little to no idea what he was talking about or why he was so concerned with something that could probably just be her bad memory. 

As he listens to the female he continues to walk, hoping she’d follow of course- but the mention of police. He would get in so many different types of trouble. Stemming from the fact he helped a bunch of minors runaway from a boys home, is living in an illegal dorm, sells drugs, possesses weapons    Mark nearly stumbled when turning towards the female, snatching her phone away because his life truly depended on it. 

The older man had just finished crouching down in front of the boy when he noticed him hunching forward in pain, followed by the glossy quality that filled his eyes. Fuck. “Don’t you dare cry right now Jisung. I swear to high hell I will make these stitches sting more than they should if you do.” The threat was one of the emptiest Joohwan had ever uttered, he would never willingly hurt Jisung more than he’d already been hurt. The man hated himself a little for his own words, when all he really wanted was to tell him he wanted him to take better care of himself.

It only took a moment of hesitation before Joohwan had stood back up and hunched over just enough so he was eye level with the injured boy. He reached over and flicked the pink tip of the others’ nose, a faint smile covering his face. It was his olive branch, hoping that the other didn’t think he was disappointed in him. Because he wasn’t. He was just worried, constantly worried that Jisung would just stop showing up one day because something much worse than a gash on his leg had happened. 

He hadn’t planned to try, it was just a natural reflex he was getting due to the trauma his body had endured; Jisung had been beaten all of his life, this was not going to draw such reactions from him. Especially not in front of the other. His nose scrunched to the touch, the action drew a small smile from the boy. Joohwan wasn’t going to stay upset at him for very long, Jisung knew this and it gave the boy a sense of relief. 

The blueberry haired boy nodded, sniffling while he did so; silently letting the elder know he was not going to make a scene, he wasn’t a baby after all despite what his brothers and sister told him. Settling himself upwards once more, he brought his cellphone up to be seen so he could communicate with the other more freely. Soft taps could be heard while the boy typed, turning his phone screen around for Joohwan. 

        “ Why do so many people like cantaloupe? “ Steven asks seemingly no one but himself. “ It feels gross when you bite into it, not to mention, it’s tasteless. It just doesn’t make sense. You know what I mean? “

“Is that the orange fruit    or was it green?” The boy is visibly confused, head tipping just the slightest as if he’s debating with himself. “I’ll be honest I’ve never eaten a cantaloupe, so I have no idea what you mean.”

            “oddly enough, you’re not the first boy who’s told me that.” for a good 5 seconds, the girl is distracted by his words until she realizes he’s looking over her and she tries to scoot away again. “there’s nothing to peek at! all you’ll find is air! now move it before i start calling for help because you’re way too close to me.” 

“It’s because it’s the truth, we boys know what we’re talking about!” He’s childish, laughing through his sentence while continuing to try and figure what she was keeping from him. Jeno widened his eyes at the females response, gesturing out a hand sporadically. “I’ll start screaming too, this is basically child abuse. Or something close to it.”