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Jeongin had the displeasure of being the first out of the group to wake you up. You were all living together, and everyone was rushing around to get ready. You all had an interview today. You, however, were still asleep. I.N had been tasked with waking you up. 

He entered your room and walked over to your sleeping figure. “Doll.” He said softly. Nothing. 

“Doll!” He raised his voice and gently tapped your shoulder. “Dolly, you need to wake up.” He told you.

You let out a groan and rolled over. I.N groaned. “Doll! Wake up. Come on!” He shook your shoulder. 

Jeongin let out a surprised cry as he was hit with a pillow. “Noona!” 

You glared harshly at the Maknae. “Yang Jeongin, unless you want to be smothered, I suggest you let me sleep.”

The male gasped in horror at your words. “But we have an interview today. You need to get up, please, Doll-Noona.” 

You let out an annoyed huff of air and sat up. “I’m up. Now get out.” You waved him off. You were so tempted to go back to sleep. But you knew you had to get up. 

Jeongin bowed and backed out of the room. “I’m never waking her again.” 

Minho was ready to wake you up. You all had the weekend off, and Minho had suggested taking you home with him so you could meet his cats and, by extension, his parents. Minho knew he was crushing on you, but with the dating ban, he wasn’t taking any risks. 

He walked into your room where you were sprawled out on your bed. Minbok was curled up on your stomach. He smiled and stroked the kitten softly. She let out a quiet mew as she looked up at him. 

Minho sat on the side of your bed. “Come on, Kitten. Wake up.” His voice was soft but loud enough to hopefully wake you. 

You groaned and shifted slightly on the bed. Minho reached out and stroked your hair out of your face. He then poked your cheek. However, he let out a yelp as you turned your head and bit his finger. 

“AHhh! Dolly!” He cried out as you let go. He held his finger and frowned. Why did he lowkey like that? He shook the thought from his head; now was not the time.

Your eyes opened, ready to shout at whoever dared to wake you. However, your eyes immediately softened when you saw Minho as he scooped Minbok into his arms. 

“Oh, Hi Min, Hi Bbokie.” Why were you so cute? With that adorably, sleepy little smile. “Wanna nap?” You asked him as your eyes fluttered closed.

Minho tapped your cheek. “Ah ah ah. Don’t even think about it, pretty girl. Wake up. Today is the day that you and Minbok meet Soonie, Doongie, and Dori.” 

Your eyes snapped open. “You think I’m pretty?” Your eyes blinked up at him, all hopeful and sparkly.

Minho’s eyes went wide. He looked at Minbok in his arms and stood up. “Get dressed, kitten. Breakfast will be done soon.” With that, he quickly left the room and shook his head. He closed the door behind him and looked at Minbok. “She’ll be the death of me.”

You found yourself on the couch in Chan’s studio. You had asked for his help on one of the new songs that you were struggling with. However, whilst waiting for the man, you had fallen asleep on the couch. Chan, being the good man that he is, had covered you with his jumper as you slept; he was careful of your hand.

You had broken your wrist after falling off a platform during a performance. Your dorm mates, Minho, Felix, Suengmin and Jeongin had been taking great care of you. Whilst you pretended you were fine, you weren’t. Both Minho and Chan were quick to notice; they were always the first to notice when something was wrong. 

As you slept on the couch, you let out a whimper of fear. You were moving a lot and not sleeping the usual way. This was like you were trying to get away from something or trying to stop something from happening. 

Chan’s face dropped as he watched you. He took out his earphone, having only one in. He moved his chair closer to you. “Doll?” He asked softly. 

He reached out and gently stroked your cheek, not wanting to startle you by shaking you awake. “Dolly, wake up!” His voice was louder. 

He frowned when he heard you mumble in your sleep. “Don’t wanna go up.” Go up? Go up where? Then you let out a scream. 

Chan’s eyes went wide. He shouted your name loudly and patted your shoulder. He let out a harsh yelp as your arm flung out and smacked him right on the cheek. 

Chan blinked for a moment as he let the shock rush over him. When he looked back at you, you were awake, breathing heavily and looking at him. “Hey, hey. You’re okay. I’m here.” 

You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. “I’m sorry. I just-” You trailed off and sat up. You reached out and pulled the jumper closer to your body.

The leader watched you, letting you take your time. “It’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry about. But I’m here if you wanna talk.” 

You bit your bottom lip and fiddled with the bow at the end of your braid, which rested on your shoulder. “I keep thinking about the fall. Part of me is scared it’ll happen again. I feel so stupid.” You let out a sob.

Chan pulled you onto his lap and held you close, letting you cry. He rubbed your back with one hand and used the other to text Minho and Hyunjin to let them know what was happening, knowing that if anyone could cheer you up, it was those two. 

Chan stayed there, holding you close, whispering to you how it wasn’t your fault. That it won’t happen again, it was an accident. Accidents happen. He told you you wouldn’t have to go on any more platforms until you were ready.

It didn’t take you long to fall back asleep in his arms; he didn’t wake you. Hopefully, this time wouldn’t end in another nightmare. 

Hyunjin was sitting on the floor of the dance studio. He was drawing you, you fast asleep on the couch. You had on the most adorable pink heels. Minho had bought them for you not long after he worked up the courage to actually ask you out. The front of the heels looked like cat paws. On the back were ribbon bows. On the bottom of the shoe was a paw print. They had kind of inspired Hyunjin to draw you as an adorable human and cat hybrid. 

The male let out a small huff of air as he felt his phone vibrate. You both had been waiting for the other DanceRacha members to arrive so you could start dance practice and the live show the four of you were planning to do.

Hyunjin took out his phone and saw a text from Minho, telling him that he and Felix were on their way. Which meant one thing: Hyunjin had to wake you up.

Hyunjin set his stuff to the side before getting up and walking his way over to you. “Doll. Dolly-Noona.” He reached out a hand and poked your shoulder before retreating. “Doll!” He called out. 

Hyunjin made his way to the other side of the room. “DOLL!” He yelled out, causing you to jolt awake. 

“Someone better be dead or dying!” You turned to look at Hyunjin, who looked at you sheepishly.

The male shrugged. “Minho and Yongbok are on their way. If you're asleep when Min gets here, he’ll won’t be happy. He texted, he wants us to be ready to start warming up when he gets here.”

You let out a whine and stood up. “Why can’t you people just let me sleep? I’m adorable when I’m asleep.”

Hyunjin giggled and walked over to you. He stroked your hair. “Yes, you are. You’re an adorable, sleepy little kitten.”

You pawed at his hand, making him giggle again. “So can you dance in those?” He asked guestering to your shoes. “They are really cute. They suit you so well.”

You grinned happily. “Thank you. I adore them. I have a white pair, a black pair and a purple pair at home too. And of course, I can dance in these. I can dance in any pair of shoes. Just like how I can kick ass in any pair of shoes.” You smirked at him. 

Hyunjin immediately ran away from you, screaming and begging you not to kick his butt for waking you.

Changbin was bored. You were all filming the Case 143 music video. You were taking a nap with Hyunjin. You were both snuggled together. His arms were wrapped around your stomach. However, Changbin didn’t like this. He wanted his wife’s attention. Why was HIS wife cuddling with you? Shouldn’t you be awake and making googly eyes at Minho, pretending for the cameras that you both weren't dating, even though everyone knew you two were together?

The camera followed Changbin over to you and Hyunjin. It zoomed in on his pouting yet somehow smirking face.

“Hyunjin!” Changbin spoke sternly, hoping to wake the male. 

Nothing happened. Hyunjin stayed close to you, sleeping. “Hyunjinnie!” Changbin spoke louder, gaining the attention of Jeongin, who was getting his hair done by one of the staff members.

Changbin stepped closer to you both. You were both so damn cute, looking adorable and cosy together, snuggled up. It was sickening. “Wife! Wake up! Pay attention to me. I need your attention.” 

Hyunjin let out a small groan. “Changbinnie, stop.” He didn’t open his eyes, ready to continue his nap. The camera zoomed in on him before widening the shot to see you, Changbin and Hyunjin. With Jeongin silently judging in the background. 

“I’ll kiss you like Sleeping Beauty if I have to! I live on your attention. Wake up! Stop snuggling with that homewrecker! Come on, Jinnie, WIFE!” Changbin was being teasingly whiny. He just wanted the attention of his favourite person. Was that too much to ask for? 

Apparently not. The camera caught as your eyes snapped open in anger. You pushed Hyunjin up and over to Changbin, who caught him in his arms. “There! Here’s your wife! Take him and shut the fuck up, foghorn! Piss off so I can nap! Someone bring me either Felix or Jisung! They nap without interruptions.” You let out an angry grumble before rolling over and closing your eyes. 

Hyunjin gasped. He felt like he was being punished for something he didn’t even do. He turned to look at Changbin and pouted. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. You interrupted my nap time, you took away my cuddle time with Doll, and you made her cranky. If she’s like that for the rest of the day, it’s your head everyone will be hunting.” He poked Changbin’s chest and walked away, pouting. 

Sure, he could hang out with Changbin now, but he was going to make the older male work for it. Changbin smirked at the camera and shrugged innocently. “If I die…it’s worth it. Hyunjinnie! Wait up!” He gleefully ran over the taller male, ready to spend time with him. 

Felix checked the time. You all had the day off today, but you hadn’t eaten yet. So Minho had sent Felix to go wake you up for food. Felix was somewhat nervous. He had never had to wake you up before. He had heard the stories, though. Hell, he’d heard how you were when Jeongin or Seungmin had tried to wake you up before.

Felix walked to the room you shared with Minho. There you were, in the middle of the bed. Felix had learnt that when Minho was in bed, you would always cuddle into him. But when he wasn’t in bed, you took up as much space as you could. 

Minbok looked up from where she was sleeping on your stomach. She let out a quiet mew as she watched Felix approach. 

Felix gently stroked Minbok. He then gently patted your shoulder. “Doll, you need to wake up. Minho-Hyung said you need to eat.” 

You let out a groan. “Shh, sleeping.” You mumbled out as you shifted slightly to get comfortable. 

“Please, Mummy Cat. Wake up. Get up-Ahh!” Felix let out a surprised squeak as you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into bed with you. 

Felix was instantly hit with a cosy feeling. He gave in. He got under the covers and snuggled up to your side, closing his eyes and slowly falling asleep. 

It was twenty minutes later when Minho came to find you both. He smiled, seeing you both and Minbok cuddled up asleep together. 

Minho walked to his side of the bed and smiled. “Come on, Kitten. You’ve gotta wake up.” He said, running his fingers through your hair. 

You groaned and grabbed his hand. “Either get in the bed or fuck off.” You spoke, your voice full of sleep. 

Minho sighed. He should have refused. He should have forced you to wake up. But instead, he lifted the covers and slipped into bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you and, by extension, Felix close. 

“Just one more hour.” He whispered before closing his eyes and falling asleep. 

The three of you, four including Minbok, were found by Seungmin and Jeongin. Both took a picture of the four of you, curled up together. Seungmin sent the picture to your phone, whilst Jeongin sent the picture to the group chat. 

Mini Chan 🦊 : Look at this picture. The cats are napping together. 

The picture was later posted on Instagram and Bubble with the caption ‘Daddy Cat, Mummy Cat, Baby Boy Kitten and Baby Girl Kitten. Napping Cat Family is real.’

Chan had a cuteness aggression episode after seeing the pictures.

The picture found its way onto one of the walls of your and Minho’s room. As well as on the nightstand in Felix’s room.

Seungmin had a mission. He had to wake up every member who was still asleep, which was basically everyone. Firstly, he woke up Changbin and Felix, who shared a room. Then he moved onto Hyunjin’s room and then Han’s room. The four were kind of easy to wake up. He skipped your and Minho’s room and made his way to the third floor to wake Chan and Jeongin. He walked into Innie’s room but banged his head, waking Jeongin up. 

I.N let out a chuckle as he looked at Seungmin, who was kneeling on the ground holding his head. He stretched a little. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Ow!” Seungmin whined out as he slowly got up. After a moment, he got onto the bed and climbed onto I.N. “Wake up!” He told him. He looked around the room. “This place is nice.” 

“It’s cosy here.” I.N. grinned as he looked at Seungmin.

Seungmin stretched his head as he complimented the room. “I hit my head trying to wake you up!” 

“Nice. Even better.” I.N. grinned as he turned to look at your still sleeping body.

“Wake up.” Seungmin spoke as I.N. rolled over, ready to go back to sleep.

Jeongin looked at Seungmin and smiled. “You have to wake Doll, don’t you?” 

Seungmin sighed. “Yes, I do. It’s my life on the line here. So wake up.” He said as he flopped onto the bed dramatically. 

Jeongin let out a laugh. “It was nice knowing you, bro.”

Seungmin got up and made his way out of the room. The chaos from him and Jeongin had woken Chan. “Chan-hyung. We have a mission at ten. So get ready and be downstairs.” He told the sleepy man before making his way downstairs. 

Seungmin walked his way to you and Minho’s room that you had claimed. Being in a horror movie would be less scary than this. He got to the room and opened the door. 

He made sure the camera saw the bed. The covers were over both of you completely. He grabbed the end of the duvet cover and dragged it down. “Two sleeping cats. Cute.” He spoke. 

“Ya! Minho-Hyung! Dolly-Noona! Wake up!” He spoke loudly. 

Minho looked up from where his head was buried in your shoulder. “What?” He asked in confusion. 

Seungmin smiled and climbed onto the bed. “You have to wake up. We have a mission at ten!” He again made sure his voice was loud. He felt you move. Were you waking up? 

“Dolly-Noona! Mrs Cat, you must wake up, please!” He shook your shoulder. 

Your head snapped up. You stared the younger male down. “Bad dog, off the bed.” You snapped at him before lying your head back on the pillow. 

Seungmin’s jaw dropped as Minho laughed loudly. “I’m completing my mission.” 

You let out an annoyed groan. “No one asked. Fuck off! I wanna sleep!”

Seungmin pouted. Minho tapped your shoulder. “Kitten, that was mean. Say sorry.” 

You huffed and sat up. “I’m sorry…. That you're sitting on a bed that we fucked in last night.” You flopped back in the bed and closed your eyes. 

Seungmin pulled a face of disgust and jumped off the bed. “Yah! You’re both nasty. Ick. Get up!”

You let out an almost demonic grunt. “You're lucky I love you, Pup.” You sat back up, glaring at a now smiling Seungmin.

Seungmin giggled. “Remember, the mission is at ten.” He said before leaving the room. 

You shook your head and lay back down. “Fuck the mission.” You closed your eyes.

Minho sighed. Well, looks like you were skipping the missions, and honestly, if the staff wanted you awake so bad, they’d have to wake you themselves.

Jisung was honestly minding his own business. You were all in the green room, waiting for the concert to start. But you all had hours before that was going to happen. So why Jisung thought it was a good idea to do vocal warmups right now was a serious question the others all had. 

The problem wasn’t that he was doing vocal warmups; it was that he was doing them right next to you whilst you were napping. That was a dangerous situation to be in. But Han Jisung assumed it was fine. He naively thought that since you were still sleeping, it meant he was safe.

Chan focused the SKZ talker camera on Han. The camera caught all the members telling Han not to warm up whilst you were sleeping, or if he wanted to, do it in a different room. He didn’t listen. He thought he knew better.

He was brought to reality when a pillow smacked him in the face. Han choked on air and coughed as he looked at you like you had just stabbed him in the heart. “Doll!” 

There you were, sitting up, glaring at him. Were you growling? “I swear if you make one more sound, I will deck you so hard, you silly little muppet. Let. Me. Sleep. I don’t wake you up, do I? Put the pout away. Cuteness won’t save you if you wake me again.” You lay back down and rolled over so your back was facing him. 

Jisung’s eyes went wide as the others did their best not to laugh at him. He brought it on himself. Han tiptoes over to the others and lets out a small breath. “My life just flashed before my eyes.” He whispered. At least he was prepared for when he inevitably moves in with you and Minho.

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“What’s that look for?” Chris asked eventually after y/n kept giving him shy glances 

“What look? I’m not doing anything.” y/n said, hardly even looking at Chris. Sometimes, his eyes just made her too nervous. They were always filled with so much affection for her, it was overwhelming. 

Chris pushes himself over towards his girlfriend who’s sitting on the couch cushion next to him, and raises a hand to her cheek. His palm is hot on her cheek, as he slowly rubs his thumb in a soothing motion, to get her to look at him. 

“You looked mad,” Chris said as he looked at his girl with such loving eyes. 

“I’m not mad.” y/n says as she looks up at him through her lashes. Still a little too shy to look at him properly. 

“I know you aren’t. You just had that look. Still feel like there’s something wrong.” he said as he kissed her cheek. 

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” y/n mutters as Chris brings his hand down off her cheek. The second his hand is off her cheek, Chris sees her face form into a small frown. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow just a smidge, and her lips form a small pout. She shyly glances at his face and then down to the hand that was just holding her cheek.

“Hey. There’s that face again. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, babygirl?” Chris chuckles but reaches his hand back for her cheek. 

The second his hand is back on her cheek, it's like y/n’s entire body relaxed. Her shoulders dropping, leaning her face into his touch, letting herself feel his big, warm hand be so soft on her cheek. 

“No, I’m really not mad. I just… I just wanted this. I wanted to feel your skin on mine, and know that you’re there.” y/n muttered shyly, hiding her face in her hands. “I think I also just really want a hug.” She giggles as she hides her face deeper, not being able to look at his loving eyes. 

“Aww. Babygirl, really? This is all you wanted? Just some physical touch. You are absolutely adorable.” He says, bringing his hands up to her wrist to reveal her face. “C’mon baby. Let me see that sweet face of yours.” He chuckles as he watches her hide her face for a few more seconds before finally giving into his wishes. 

Chris pulls her forward by her waist, maneuvering her around to sit right in his lap. Wrapping his muscular arms around her waist, and squeezing her in a bone crushing hug that they both needed so terribly. 

Y/n lets a little squeak as she wraps her arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook where his neck and shoulder meet. Not being able to resist, she pressed light kisses to his neck. 

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who picks you up the instant you run up to him after a full day of not seeing each other. his arms envelope you as you sigh sweetly into his chest.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing you in until he has his fill, until his lungs memorise your scent.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who follows you into the kitchen for a glass of water — not because he’s thirsty — but because the thirty-second walk alone felt too long.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who locks his fingers with yours as soon as you are outside, swinging your hands as you walk to the nearby convenience store.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who purposefully leaves his jacket at home so he has an excuse to huddle under yours — sharing the same fabric as he pulls you flush against his side.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves to rest his head on your shoulder during long car rides — his fingers fiddling with your rings as he hums softly to the radio.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets a tiny, triumphant smirk whenever you subconsciously reach for his hand — loving that your body seeks him out just as much as his seeks yours.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who traces the lines of your palm with his thumb while you're talking to someone else — a quiet, rhythmic grounding technique that keeps him tethered to the moment.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets giddy when you ask him to compare hand sizes — any chance to touch you — his hand standing taller against yours.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who kisses your shoulder whenever he sees you standing in front of the mirror after you put on a new outfit, whispering how beautiful his angel looks.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who sits all smiling and flustered as your hands come up to hold his face. you press soft kisses to his cheeks, nose, and finally his lips.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who gets all shy and heart-eyed when you pull him down by his collar for a surprise kiss — the sudden proximity making his brain short-circuit in the best way.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who peppers your face in kisses when he sees you looking at him with that face — the face you make when you have missed his touch for too long.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who can't resist you, rushing to smother your face with kisses until he has his pretty girl blushing and giggling in his arms.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who laughs when you pout and huff, hands crossed on your chest, when he dodges your hugs just to see that adorable expression on your face.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who pulls you into his lap at every possible opportunity, loving the softness of your body against his — the warm weight calming his soul.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves when you ask him to put his head on your lap. you love playing with his hair, fingers carding through it as his eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who makes a soft, whining sound in the back of his throat if you stop scratching his head for even a second — nudging his head back under your hand.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has the cutest habit of tracing hearts onto your thighs, pretty fingers roaming as he murmurs sweet praises into your ear.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the 'leg lock' — hooking his legs over yours while you both work on your laptops — ensuring that even when you're busy, you’re still physically connected.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who insists on 'helping' you wash the dishes just so he can stand right behind you — his arms looped loosely around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who claims he’s 'too cold' just so you’ll wrap your arms around him — sighing in relief as he melts into your warmth.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows you love his biceps, so you can't help but blush a pretty pink when he wraps you in his arms, your gaze drifting to his biceps straining against the sleeves.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who loves the idea of bathing together, sighing as you work the shampoo onto his scalp while he holds you by the waist.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who leaves no opportunity to pull you into him whenever you head to bed, your head resting on his chest, your breath subconsciously calming as you feel his warmth.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing softly against your shoulder as he sways you side to side.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who knows when you've turned over in your sleep, so he wakes up, moves to your other side, and snuggles into your chest.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who has to have 'pinky contact' even when you’re sleeping on opposite sides of the bed — just a tiny hook of your smallest fingers to know you’re still there.

clingy bf.ᐟjisung who finally falls asleep with his fingers still curled into the hem of your shirt, a soft smile on his lips because he knows that when he wakes up, you will still be right there in his arms.

kysa's note: my first fluffy post 𖹭 i had so much fun making this — (cuz yes i'm clingy and i love clingy bbs) and you'll be seeing loads of fluffy from me now >.< lemme know your thoughts in the comments below — hope you enjoy .ᐟ xoxo

(combined with this request !!)

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"yn, fancy seeing you here."

you turned on your heel, a deep sigh emitting from your nostrils as you closed your eyes hoping that when you reopened them again the scenario you had found yourself in would evaporate as if it was never there to begin with.

you recognised the annoying, whiny tone that only belonged to one person almost instantly - choi hyo-man, the eunjang menace who had tried multiple times to get into the union, usually behind park hu-min's back, and always failed. he got close once, if only he had brought seong-je the correct amount of phones he had asked for before baku returned to school after his suspension.

you'd seen him be carried out of baek-jin's office on more than one occasion, beat up and groaning with dong-ha and seong-mok carrying him by each of his arms ready to dump him in some random alley until he was healed enough to get himself home. you never batted an eye, you'd seen plenty of people leave the bowling alley and the garage limping and bleeding, it didn't phase you enough for you to jump to anyone's defence.

unfortunately during his trips to baek-jin's office, hyo-man had caught sight of you tucked amongst the other union members and had very much decided that you were his key to getting into the union once and for all. you don't know if that was because you were a girl, and in his ignorant eyes that meant you were mentally weaker than the others, quick to feel sorry for him and give him some tips and tricks on how to get in, or if he'd noticed how strong of a bond you had with the other members and figured if he got you on his good side he could manipulate you into talking baek-jin into allowing him to join. either way, his sudden interest in you was nothing but an annoyance that managed to give you a headache that you couldn't budge everytime you had the displeasure of bumping into him.

you weren't stupid, you knew what he was up to. he wasn't exactly subtle. no matter how he started the conversation he always managed to bring up the union by the end of it, even when it had no correlation whatsoever.

"have you tried anything from that new fried chicken place that just opened? oof, you're missing out! is baek-jin still trying to reach out to baku? tell him i can deal with that jerk for free! i just want to meet up with him to talk about my spot in the union."

you only ever gave him a disengaged hum in response, sometimes accompanied by an eye roll, depending on how pushy he was being.

of course you had told both baek-jin and seong-je about his unwavering attempts to get you to set him up with some kind of meeting, seong-je found it quite amusing whilst baek-jin was irked by hyo-man's inability to take a hint.

"how embarrassing, he's so desperate to get involved with something that is levels above him. all he can manage is a few wimps that can barely handle looking him in the eye, he really thinks he'll be able to go toe to toe with people who actually have a backbone?" seong-je had snickered to himself, his attention wavering from the game he had loaded onto his mobile only momentarily as he added his input.

you had laughed at his comment, knowing seong-je was correct. your eyes drifted from the smoker, over to baek-jin who didn't share the same amusement in seong-je's statement. his eyes were fixated on the desk he sat at, he looked deep in thought with his brows furrowed and his gaze cold. eventually he looked up, his attention falling on you as he cocked his head to the side.

"let me know if he bothers you again. i'll deal with it, he needs to understand when enough is enough."

now, finding yourself in the same predicament you had found yourself in too many times recently, you were thankful as you remembered baek-jin's words. you continued to eat at the ice cream you had just bought yourself on the way to the bowling alley as your other hand swam around in your gigantic jacket pocket in search for your phone, eager to whip it out and send a sly message to baek-jin about the unwelcome company you were gifted with.

before you had a chance to bring the device within your eyesight, a heavy arm was placed on your shoulders making you immediately tense up at the non consensual contact. you glared up at hyo-man who stood a good few inches taller than you, the culprit looked back down at you with an infuriating smug grin that you wished you could knock clean off.

"where are you heading, hm? are you busy? why don't we go to a cafe and catch up, it's been awhile." he spoke as if you were good friends, friends that had been too busy to spend time with eachother recently - the exact opposite from what you actually were.

"i actually am busy right now hyo-man. i have places to be." you grumbled, licking the side of your frozen treat just before it dripped onto your (seong-je's) windbreaker. "don't you have people from your school to be tormenting?"

"ahh, not outside of school hours. i'm gen- genuine? what's that word again?" he frowned, before waving the hand that wasn't dangling off the side of your shoulder around. "whatever! i'm nice like that you see, i let them get on with their own lives when they're not in school." he beamed, as if it was such an honour to not be threatened and beat up by him for a few hours everyday.

you nodded, in faux understanding, anything to get him to disappear quicker.

"speaking of being nice..." his voice trailed off and you inwardly groaned, already knowing where this was going.

"no, hyo-man." you stopped in your tracks, pushing the bully's arm off your shoulders with enough force to show him you were fed up. "i'm not going to ask baek-jin if you can join the union, i'm not giving you any information about what they're up to and i'm not adding you to any of the group chats so you can plead your case." you told him, taking a step back in the process. "so please. just do yourself a favour and stop embarrassing yourself like this. it's not going to happen."

a tense silence fell upon you both, the distant sounds of traffic and birds nothing but a dull vibration that couldn't be heard over the newfound hostile energy in your space. the cocky grin that hyo-man had throughout the whole interaction had been wiped clean off, now he just looked pissed off and humiliated, not a good combination.

you took a deep, calming breath and made a single step in the direction you were already heading before hyo-man had interrupted your peaceful journey from the ice cream place to the bowling alley, but you didn't make it any further before hyo-man yet again made an interruption.

"see, i had a feeling i'd get that type of reaction from you."

you didn't have time to ask any questions, before a sharp pain spread along the back of your skull and you fell to the ground with a startled yelp. your vision quickly became blurry, as you turned shakily to lay on your back and two figures came into sight, along with hyo-man's. it didn't take you long to figure out what had just happened, even as disorientated as you were it was easily solved.

hyo-man had one of his boys sneak up on you from behind, and hit you with whatever weapon they had on hand. cowards. as much as you tried to fight the urge to sleep that gripped at you from all angles, your sight soon gradually darkened until you were surrounded but nothing but darkness. and then you were out.

-

baek-jin eyed the time on his phone for the fourth time in thirty minutes, his focus which usually was hard to break when he had schoolwork spread out on his work desk, was being stolen by thoughts of you.

you were supposed to be here, at the bowling alley already nose deep in the papers baek-jin had kindly set in a neat pile on the glass table just meters from his own desk in the office, but you had yet to make your presence known. he tried not to let his mind wander into the dark places of his mind that sheltered all kinds of horrible scenarios, after all this wasn't the first time you had been late to work. you'd strolled in a number of times with no regard for the time, always with an excuse of some kind. "the line at the store was super long! trust me i'm just as annoyed as you are right now." "i'm sorry i forgot to put my phone on charge, it died whilst i was taking my nap and my alarm never went off." "my teacher made me stay behind because apparently i was being disruptive in class, she's just out to get me i swear."

but this time, he had a dreadful feeling in his gut. something was wrong.

he sighed, grabbing his phone in his hand, ignoring the list of bank transfer notifications that lit up on his phone screen in favour of finding his contacts and clicking on your name. he raised the electronic device to his ear, his eyes drifting to focus on a random mark on the wall to his left as he listened to the repetitive ringing sound that elevated his worry with each rattle. the seconds went by, and eventually he was met with the robotic tone of your mobile phone provider, the voice telling him you couldn't make it to the phone right now and to try again later. his heart dropped, though his composure stayed steady.

unsure of his next move, the teen rose from his seat and quickly left the isolated room in search of some of the other guys who may be more clued in as to your whereabouts, though if they had been notified by you he'd be sure to warn you about not keeping him in the dark when it comes to situations like this.

he walked into the main room where many members of the union were spread about all busy with different tasks, some sat scrolling through their phones, some were eagerly shouting over whatever gossip they had heard and others were cleaning up after last night's crazy turnout. his eyes landed on his second in command, seong-je, the chaos loving boy sat alone at one of the tables with a cigarette between his lips and his phone in his hand, his expression was one of boredom, clearly not amused by whatever he was looking at on his phone.

baek-jin ignored the others in the room, deciding to approach seong-je who would most likely be the person to know of your location if anyone at all was aware. he stopped just a foot away from the teen and got straight to it, no beating around the bush.

"have you heard from yn? she was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago. she's not answering her phone." as always, baek-jin was blunt.

seong-je peered at his leader from the top of his glasses, eyeing the leather clad orphan whose facial expression never changed from the usual uninterested visage. "nope. she's probably just slept in again, you know what she's like. give it ten minutes and she'll be here with an excuse and a chocolate bar or something to say sorry." he waved off baek-jin's concerns, all too aware of your usual routine.

but baek-jin didn't share his 'friend's' same laidback attitude, which was obvious as his hands curled up into fists at either side of his body. seong-je raised a brow, finally deciding to lock his phone and give his whole attention to baek-jin, feeling intrigued by his apparent unease at your unknown current location.

"what? you think something happened?"

baek-jin didn't respond at first, not vocally anyway. he just lowered his gaze to the floor beneath him, tucking his lower lip between his teeth in thought.

eventually he spoke, "i do. she messaged me earlier, she was awake and let me know she'd be setting off soon, i haven't heard anything since."

the discussion caught the attention of a few of the surrounding guys, some of them approaching to add their own input.

"i haven't heard anything from her either" one of them mentioned, taking a brief glance at his phone just to make sure. "last time she messaged me, she was inside the ice cream shop." another added, the skinhead recounting his last interaction with you.

this newfound information had seong-je's cool, calm and collected composure start to melt away, now that he was faced with more of the facts. baek-jin didn't spare any of them a glance, and just as he opened his mouth to give his insight, another possible reason for your absence, his phone pings. the noise sliced through the growing tension in the building, the familiar notification sound alerting the owner to a new message. he sighed, reaching into his jacket pocket to grab the device in his hand, and when he read your name on his lock screen he was instantly simultaneously annoyed and relieved that you had finally got in touch. but that relief was short lived, the second he actually read the message, it was overridden by a feeling of pure rage.

yn

come find me before it's too late. (location).

his grip increased tenfold as his eyes read over the message over and over again, trying to work out whether or not this was some kind of sick prank on your part or if this was a real threat with real intention behind it. the others caught onto the change in demeanour quickly, the way his jaw clenched almost painfully being a dead giveaway as to his current mood.

"what is it?" dong-ha was the one to burst the bubble on the quiet that settled, his eyes filtering between baek-jin and the phone in his hand.

getting no response at first left the guys wondering what could possibly have bothered baek-jin this much, their imaginations ran wild with all kinds of scenarions.

"i just got a message from yn's phone, but i don't think she was the sender."

"what do you mean? like, someone else has her phone?" someone piped up, an eyebrow raised in question.

baek-jin nodded, his thumb moving across the screen to unlock his phone and see where the location he had been sent was, a random alley close to eunjang high, not too far away but an inconvenience nonetheless. he quickly locked his phone, having the destination memorised before he looked to his gang.

"i have to be somewhere, i'll be back soon. make sure things are in order here before i'm back." with that, baek-jin turned on his heel, ready to leave on his own with zero doubts about not being able to handle whatever was waiting for him. but then, someone spoke up.

"i'm coming with you."

seong-je rose from his chair, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets as if agreeing to go on a coffee run for the boys and not putting himself forward to go face whatever uncertainty laid ahead.

"we're coming too. if this means yn is in danger, i want to be there to tear apart the bastard who thought coming for her was a good idea." this time dong-ha spoke, nobody having to guess who he was referring to when he said 'we'.

baek-jin eyed the trio, quickly outweighing the pros and cons of bringing them with him, would it benefit him or just slow him down? eventually, he sighed, not having the patience to put up with the argument's that would follow if he demanded they stay put.

"fine, come with. but don't expect me to be at hand if any of you are outnumbered."

-

it was a cold, dull day outside. the sky lacked colour and the wind was harsh but none of that phased the four teens who walked with purpose down the streets, as if they owned them. baek-jin held his phone in his grip, the screen dim but visible to the person holding so he was able to double check he would soon be approaching the right location. with quick confirmation, he locked the device and tucked it into his jacket pocket, turning the final corner with the three only a step behind.

around the corner, hyo-man waited impatiently with a few guys of his own not far from him and baek-jin scoffed at the realisation, of course this was all his doing. nobody else lacked common sense like he did, nobody else would dare touch you, especially as a way to get into the gang that valued you so highly after all you had done for everyone apart of it.

baek-jin's eyes quickly found your familiar figure, you were sat on a boulder surrounded by two of hyo-man's men who obviously weren't too clued into what they had just gotten themselves involved in. his anger increased quickly when he got a closer look at you, noticing some dried blood on your left temple and an open split on your bottom lip. they'd obviously gotten a hit or two on you, something that wouldn't be going unpunished.

he kept a neutral expression as he approached the man in charge of this whole fiasco, one that wasn't well thought through, clearly. hyo-man wanted a way into the union and decided hurting you was the answer? his stupidity was going to get him killed.

“if i had known this is all it would take to get you to meet with me, i would’ve done it a long time ago.” hyo-man chuckled to himself, seemingly unbothered by the presence of baek-jin and his most trusted union members, though the way he gripped the metal rod in his right hand was a dead giveaway as to how he really felt.

baek-jin, never one for much conversation remained silent in front of hyo-man, his eyes scanned the area making a mental note of any possible threats so that he could place them in order of priority to be taken care of. it was seong-je that strolled up beside his companion, his trainers scuffing the pavement as he responded to the bait.

“and what do you think you’re going to get out of this? besides a concussion and a new reason to look over your shoulder for the rest of your life.” he smirked, using the tip of his pointer finger to push his glasses back against his nose.

hyo-man visibly gulped and if it had been any other scenario, baek-jin would've been amused by how easy it was to rattle the coward. dong-ha was the one who moved next, not surprisingly accompanied by seong-mok as they stood shoulder to shoulder in front of hyo-man, their toes just about grazing eachother as dong-ha got into the face of the person who had done nothing but be a pain in his ass for the last few months.

"you will never be one of us, you don't have the balls to do what we do." dong-ha smiled cruelly, his tone matched with someone who was trying to appease a toddler. "i've only ever seen you get violent with boys half your size, and now yn? a girl? you have no place here."

"you think i can't handle the stuff you deal with? i can steal motorbikes! i can do all the dirty work, come on guys." hyo-man was desperate, flailing his arms around whilst he communicated. "imagine all of the money you could make if i joined, i could really get us somewhere."

"grab yn."

hyo-man was ignored completely as baek-jin addressed his boys, his gaze hadn't strayed from the loudmouth idiot who probably thought he was making sense yet made none at all. seong-mok was the one who brushed past hyo-man to go and get you, not one bit phased by the few that were surrounding you. you sat and watched as he approached, the deadpan expression he wore so often not surprising you in the slightest. you believed he could be told he had just won the lottery and he'd barely flinch.

what did surprise you, was the move made by two of the men that hyo-man had ordered to keep an eye on you whilst he worked all this out. they both stood, blocking you from being able to see anything other than the backs of them as they transformed into two human shields. it may have prevented you from seeing what happened next, but nothing could disguise the sound of bone connecting to another bone, a sound you had become all too familiar with since you started your new line of work.

the one seong-mok had landed a blow on, stood in a stunned silence for a good five seconds as if he couldn't comprehend what had just happened to him, you imagined his face throbbed from the power behind the strike that you'd watched seong-mok land a number of times on different idiots who bit off more than they could chew. another second went by, and when the guy finally came to terms with what had just happened, all hell broke loose.

it was six against four, with your guys being at a disadvantage in the context of numbers. but what they lacked in that department they certainly made up for in power. out of all the hits you saw between the two groups, a large amount were being given by the boys on your side of the fence, they barely seemed to break a sweat as they tackled the six with ease.

seong-je was grinning as he dodged any flying fists, delivering a swift kick to the ribs of the one wearing a grey hoodie, dong-ha smirked in satisfaction whilst he watched blood splurt from the mouth of another after he landed a nasty punch to his jaw, baek-jin hardly blinked as he handled two at a time, his eyes remained vacant whilst his movements were fluid, like he had practised what he had planned to do prior to arriving. and seong-mok used his elbows and legs to stun his chosen victim, the one he had struck in the beginning who was clearly at a disadvantage from the first connection.

you couldn't do much aside from staying sat where you were and watching the chaos that erupted, it's not like you could jump in and throw any punches yourself. and honestly, the inevitable lecture from baek-jin that would take up the rest of your night was enough to put you off anyways. you just made sure to keep an eye out for any sneaky moves anyone tried to pull, any secret weapons or attacks from behind.

fortunately for you, unfortunately for them - they obviously lacked the brains to pull off anything as maliciously genius as that.

it didn't take long for his crew to go down, and there stood hyo-man, alone and vulnerable, nobody to take the damage for him anymore, the people that were there to do that had tapped out, their bodies rolling around on the pavement in anguish. you could tell he had realised that the second baek-jin locked eyes on him, his lanky limbs began to shake, his eyes darted around the alley either for a quick escape root or something to defend himself with you didn't know, and he slowly began to take steps away from what was clearly his biggest nightmare.

"w-wait just hear me out! i know you're pissed but think of what can come out of this." his hands shook as he stuck them out inbetween them both, a makeshift barrier that offered no protection, he had gone too far this time. "i'll work for free if i have to, until you understand what you've been missing out on his whole time."

one minute, baek-jin stared down hyo-man with a look in his eye that would probably give him physical damage if this was a video game, and the next hyo-man dropped to the floor like a dummy, entirely unconcious as a sickening crack echoed across the alley that was otherwise filled with sounds of heavy breathing.

it was comical, how hyo-man always spoke as if he was worth eight baek-jin's put together and yet he couldn't take one, one, hit from the union leader. you were almost feeling disappointed by the loss of a final battle between the pair, but then again you never expected much from the person who chose the only girl in the gang to try and bully into doing what he wanted.

a hand placed itself onto your left shoulder, and you jumped in surprise at the contact, not having realised anyone had approached you after being so occupied by hyo-man and baek-jin. you looked up and there stood seong-je, a smile on his face with a few blood splatters dried on his cheek.

"what? you lost feeling in your leg or something? why're you still sat here?"

his way of asking if you were okay, if you could stand, if it hurt too much to walk. you knew him well enough by now to read between the lines.

you shook his hand off your shoulder, rising from your spot on the boulder for the first time since you had been brought here and forced to sit, eager to show off your ability to be on your feet by breaking out into a lunge beside the teen who was only half paying attention, his eyes primarily focused on the box of cigarettes he had just pulled out of his pocket. typical.

"is this good enough for you, your highness?"

"yeah, yeah. come on, get walking, i have better things to be getting on with."

you rolled your eyes but followed through with his request, making your way past the six scattered bodies that were still spread out on the ground.

"you promised you wouldn't get this one dirty if i let you borrow it." seong-je tutted, mocking offence whilst his eyes littered over the many dirt and few blood splatters that covered the grey and blue windbreaker that hung off your figure.

you tutted back, shoving him playfully on the shoulder trying to act annoyed but you couldn't fight off the way your lips curved up in amusement at his way of easing away from the tense situation. "i could have been killed by the way, and you're bothered about your precious jacket?"

"shut up. you did not almost die, did you see how quickly he went down after only one punch? he's a pussy." dong-ha jumped into the conversation, coming to join the both of you as you walked down the scarce streets.

you laughed at that, playing the earlier scene in your mind again. the way baek-jin's fist landed satisfyingly on hyo-man's nose, the deafening crack that followed before he fell to the ground in a heap in an anti-climatic ending. your eyes searched for the man who delivered the blow, quickly finding baek-jin just a step behind you, looking down at his now slightly reddened knuckles. you slowed your pace, leaving seong-je to engage in conversation with dong-ha whilst you approached the man who worked in silence.

"you okay? i hope that crack was actually hyo-man's nose and not just your hand." you teased, taking a glance at his knuckles yourself when you managed to get close enough to take a better look.

his face didn't move much, and if you didn't know any better you would've thought he was annoyed at the attempt to make conversation, but you saw the way the intensity in his eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed a tad now you were by his side, out of harms way.

"i'm okay, just some bruising. how're you feeling?"

he took the chance to scan you from head to toe, checking for any injuries he had missed earlier. your bottom lip looked sore, he'd have to remind you to put something on that later to speed up the healing process. the blood on your temple had dried but he couldn't find the wound it came from, and you had a light bruise on your jaw that was sure to darken over the next few days. he was grateful knowing you didn't come away with much damage, but disappointed hyo-man had the chance to lay a hand on you in the first place. he'd have to take all threats more seriously from now on, even if they seemed insignificant.

"i've got a killer headache coming for sure, might need a few days to sleep it off. hopefully my really cool and generous boss will let me take the next couple of days off?" you batted your lashes towards baek-jin who looked back with a sparkle of amusement twinkling in his eyes, you swore you even saw his lip curve up just that little bit.

"we'll see. lets just get you back to the bowling alley, you need to get cleaned up before anything gets infected."

it happened on another boringly average day spent crunching away numbers inside the office at the bowling alley, your back had begun to ache in protest of the position you hadn't moved from in the last four hours which you made a mental note to complain about to baekjin when he returned from whatever beating he was out giving. he had yet to get you your own desk in the office, which you had been adamant about needing since your current work space (the leather couch that offered no back support) was really start to sour your mood with each shift you spent withering around on the old eyesore.

you were just about to be finished with finalising what needed to be owed out at the end of this month, when the bulky metal door squeaked open, revealing a very satisfied looking seongje who strolled in as if he owned the place, a lit cigarette burning between his lips and an opened redbull can in his hand. his eyes landed on your curled up form, and he grinned as if he had found exactly what he'd been looking for.

"you're still here? i thought you'd be long gone by now." he threw himself down on the open space beside you, with an exaggerated groan that resembled an eighty year old that had just finished a hike.

you grumbled at the intrusion of your personal space, the long limbs belonging to seongje taking up as much space as possible, as if the teen had set out to get on your nerves on purpose - you wouldn't be surprised to find out that was exactly what he was here for.

"i just need to finish this and then i'm going home." you told him, eyes not straying from the computer screen in fear of losing your place. you did however reach a hand out in his direction, and when you heard the snicker from seongje you knew, he already knew what you were asking for,

he handed over the cigarette without complaint, half because he knew you needed it with how your brows were furrowed in what he could only imagine to be frustration, and half because he knew it would come back to bite him in the ass in the future if he refused to share with you, always one to hold a grudge.

you took a drag of the cigarette that was long overdue, sinking into the brief light headed relief it gave you once the toxins hit. damn, you needed this.

what followed after was a short period of quiet, the only noise that came from either of you was the clacking of the keyboard as you continued to type and the low volume coming from seongje's phone as he scrolled through what you assumed was either tiktok or instagram. it was a nice moment where both of you existed in the same space as you did your own thing, not feeling the need to fill the silence with any sort of conversation, you'd been friends long enough to be able to enjoy eachothers company that way without having to force chatter to subdue any awkward or uncomfortable tension.

approximately twenty minutes later, with your cigarette now stubbed out and the numbers finally added up, you closed your laptop and stretched, relieved to be done with your work for the day. it was at that exact moment that the door opened once again, this time the person entering the room was none other than your boss, the leather clad impassive teen paused at the realisation that you, along with seongje were both present, but once he decided that neither of the people in his space were a threat he continued with his journey to his desk.

"you find them?"

you didn't bother to question who seongje was referring to when he addressed baekjin, instead opting to occupy yourself by grabbing your belongings and double checking that you had everything before you left.

"they've been dealt with." was the blunt response seongje got, which seemed to satisfy the gamer who chuckled.

you moved to wiggle into your boots that you'd taken off and left by the door in an attempt to get as comfortable as possible when you first arrived, knowing you were in for a long shift of sitting in the same spot.

it was at that moment that your phone began to vibrate on the table, the screen lighting up to show an incoming phone call for everyone to see. you spun around, planning on approaching the table and retrieving your phone to see who was on the other end, when your phone was snatched by someone who had no business handling your belongings without permission. you raised a brow at seongje who held your phone in his hand, a teasing smirk visible that made it obvious he pleased by your irritation, even more so knowing it was because of him.

his eyes flickered down to your phone, ready to taunt you, maybe even force you into promising him a chocolate bar of his choice in return for your phone, but then the smirk dropped and his face morphed into something less cocky and more confused. he returned his focus to you, and he looked at you as if he was trying to work something out, like he saw something he never saw before.

"seongje, give me my phone." you grumbled, snatching your phone from his grip with an added tut to let him know you weren't fond of his childish antics.

you managed to get your grasp on the phone just as it rang out, a deep sigh and a not so nice curse word followed at seongje for making you miss the call. you'd have to ring him back later, you decided, turning to announce your departure to both seongje and baekjin, only to find them both staring back at you with equally strange looks.

you furrowed your brows, suddenly feeling a little self conscious under their gaze. you tucked your phone into your jacket pocket before deciding to bite the bullet.

"why are you guys staring at me as if i just grew another head?"

they exchanged a look, the action stirring a mix of further confusion and agitation inside of you as it was obvious they knew something you didn't, and they had yet to share it.

"are you guys being annoying on purpose? because you're really starting to get on my nerves- whatever, i don't care. i'm going home, i'll see you when you both decide to stop being so-"

"how do you know yeon sieun?"

the mention of your brother's name from baekjin's mouth halted your expressive rant, suddenly taken aback by the revelation that he knew - and seemed to have something against - your brother of all people.

you looked at him, making it clear you were taken aback by his sudden interest in the boy you had grown up with, "how do you know sieun?

seongje laughed, "he's always hanging around with baku and his little group of dimwits. you know, baku? baekjin's dear old friend."

you thought back to any previous mentions of the name baku. you'd heard people talk about how baekjin had been attempting to goad baku into joining the union more times than they could count, but the hardass wouldn't budge. that was all you knew, not bothering to ask to hear more, it wasn't your business at the end of the day.

"oh." you muttered, trying to understand the new energy in the room. "is that a bad thing?"

baekjin's jaw clenched, "not necessarily for me. as long as you aren't running your mouth to him about confidential information. but for you, your relationship with your brother will probably be at risk if he knows that you work for me."

you thought about his words, knowing he was right, no matter how much you wanted to argue with him. if sieun was hanging around with baku, someone you knew was very much against the very corporation you worked for and benefited, you were only left to assume sieun had the same views, and you couldn't imagine him finding out what you did to earn money would lead to a very pleasant conversation.

a weight of anxiety that hadn't been there ten minutes ago sat heavy on your chest, you suddenly wanted to crawl into bed and hide from the world for weeks and dream about a world in which everyone got along and there was no union.

"shit, i can't believe he's your blood relative. him of all people." seongje scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets as his eyes focused on the ceiling with a look of disbelief evident on his face. "that little bastard stabbed me in the foot once you know?"

"sieun stabbed you in the foot?!" you cried out in astonishment, you knew your brother had a somewhat violent streak when it came to being stuck in certain situations, but you never imagined those outbursts would be handed out to someone you laughed with everyday.

seongje nodded, his tongue poking out to swipe along his bottom lip. "mhm, i had to go to the hospital and get a tetanus shot. hurt like a fucker."

"more than being stabbed in the foot?" baekjin's lip quirked up for a split second, clearly amused at the memory of his second in command being stabbed by your brother.

you laughed at the thought, the image of seongje acting like a wounded puppy now at the forefront of your mind, eradicating the negative feelings from before. "where was i when this happened?"

you received a dirty look from the wounded soldier himself, "you didn't work here then. it was back when i only ever saw you when i wanted to kick your ass at rocket league."

you rolled your eyes at that, remembering that era of your friendship very differently. it wasn't you who had to promise to pay for the damages to the desk you'd been sat at after you punched a hole through it, losing five times in a row really did get to some people.

"whatever i'm going home now. you're getting on my nerves." you unlocked your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you found your brothers name, ready to call him back to find out what he had previously called you for.

"just do me a favour, don't tell my brother anything about me working with you guys. i'll tell him myself .. eventually."

baekjin sent you a look, one that said 'i-don't-believe-you-but-i'll-keep-your-secret', which was good enough for you. you looked towards seongje, waiting for his agreement which he gave with a singular nod in your direction. you gave them both a grateful smile, exchanging one last goodbye with both parties before you left them to work on whatever they had been talking about earlier.

dating a literal opposite of you was not on your bingo card.

you met this idiot accidentally when you were heading to lunch by yourself like always. all of a sudden, someone bumped into you badly, making you turn around in shock.

but as you made eye contact with the person who dared to shove into you, his eyes went into an awe expression.

if it wasn't obvious, he just fell in love with you. he started to bow, an adorable blush spreading on his cheeks.

"i sincerely apologise, i didn't plan to shove into a beautiful girl like yourself!"

his antics made you crack a soft smile, revealing a blush of your own.

at that, his smile widened in relief. since that day, baku never left you alone.

every day, he was by your side. he was just too intrigued by your shyness, insisting that he means no harm.

"i promise i don't bite! unless you're into that kind of stuff," he joked, laughing at his own words. but when he saw your uncomfortable expression, his laughter faded quickly. "sorry, that was totally weird."

and yet, you managed to fall for this big idiot.

even if you two were the complete opposites, you still felt like he understood you so well. your personalities complimented each other, making you compatible right away.

this guy lost his mind with cuteness aggression when you actually confessed first - voice low, cheeks a lot redder than usual - it just made him wanting to squeeze you into his embrace and never let you go.

that's what he did anyway. no one could stop him.

when you were alone with him, everything felt a lot easier for you. he never hesitated to talk for you, taking the lead in anything (not before getting your approval, of course).

after all, he was a natural leader. he didn't mind it. actually, he loved doing it for you.

he knew how anxious you could get, already used to it. it never bothered him, he was happy to be there for you.

what he adored the most about you was the way your eyes keeps looking away at the intense eye contact, or the way you catch onto his hand when you feel nervous or anxious in public.

he thrives in the feeling of protecting something precious as yourself.

but sometimes, hanging out with his friends was... a lot.

you got introduced to them in the beginning of your relationship with humin, but as he got carried away with them, you sometimes felt very left out.

you never commented on it, glad that your boyfriend is having fun with his friends.

he himself sometimes doesn't notice it either, too focused on cracking jokes and making people laugh.

you usually stood at the back or was on your phone, secretly hoping to get noticed.

nothing.

sometimes, you thought about it a lot. sometimes, you just hated your very introverted nature.

you wished to speak freely with anyone about anything, just like your boyfriend.

why was it so easy for him? what did he have that you lacked?

...

on a sunny weekend, you found yourself watching the guys play some basketball at the court.

they were clearly having fun, all of them cracking jokes and smiling. even sieun shown a small lift of his lips.

of course you got invited to also play but you declined, sending them to have their own fun.

you didn't even notice yourself zoning out all of a sudden, thinking about nothing particular.

the guys ran to the bleachers, plopping down on the bench as they reached for their water.

the faint smell of sweat intensified when your boyfriend found his place right next to you. you weren't grossed out by it, you found it a bit comforting in a way.

as he chugged on his water, he then hummed at you to get your attention.

"whatcha thinking about?" he asked, pointing out your moment of zoning out.

you shrugged, still hugging your knees. you felt his eyes still observing you. he clearly was thinking about something.

"you know what?" he began speaking again, standing up. "let's play ball. 1 v 1," he announced, grinning.

you looked up at him, your expression a bit confused. that was clearly way out of your comfort zone, and he was aware.

"come on, you can't be sulking around me!" humin announced loudly, still waiting for you to stand up. "let's go. baku will distract you."

your friend next to you, gotak, grimaced at the sight. "why are you talking in third person...?"

humin of course ignored his words, getting a hold of your wrist as he lifted you up.

"c'mon, princess! off you go!" he cheered as he led you onto the basketball court.

in the end, you had a good time. you loved that your boyfriend was always aware of your presence, making you feel seen.

even in front of his friends.

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- Acts of Service: Gun Woo is so used to helping out everyone around him that he finds it's so overwhelming when you go out of your way to do something kind for him. Whether it's filling the fridge before he has the chance to go hungry, or picking something up that he mentioned needing recently, the way you make his life that little bit smoother and sweeter means the world to him. No one has ever taken so much care in making sure Gun Woo is happy and well, and every fibre of his being is absolutely desperate to return the favour, trying to find anything he can do to make your day just that little bit easier. 

- Quality Time: One of the things that makes it so clear to Gun Woo that you two belong together, is just how easy it feels to fit you into his life. Being able to spend time with him in comfortable quiet at his mother's cafe, or in his little home gym, just makes it all so obvious to him that his place is undeniably by your side. He usually finds it difficult, or uncomfortable, to be around other people for too long, but with you it only enhances every experience. Just knowing that you're nearby, choosing to spend your precious time around him, brings a soft blush to his cheeks every time his shy smile grows at the thought. And if you are settled near him for long enough, you can guarantee that eventually his focus will drift solely to you, and you'll be effortlessly scooped up in his arms and thanked for your wonderful company. 

Woo Jin

- Physical Touch: Woo Jin's insecurities can run pretty deep after a lifetime of metaphorically coming in second place, so when he feels your skin against his, it's his favourite type of reassurance; that you're there and you're choosing him. He loves when the two of you are in public and your hand drifts to hold his, or lands on his arm when you're speaking, like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like you're just drawn in by his gravity and you don't mind everyone knowing that you're with him as more than just a friend. And when it's just the two of you and you let his head rest against your thighs, fingers combing through his hair and brushing along his handsome features, well sometimes Woo Jin finds tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, your loving embrace granting him an acceptance he's alway been missing. He'll be sure to return the favour by being as clingy and handsy as you'll put up with!

- Gifts: Woo Jin isn't a particularly materialistic guy, but there's something so reassuring to him about you giving him a tangible token of your affections. That you know him so deeply that you can always bring him something he'll love, a little present to remind him that wherever you go, he's always on your mind. If you thrift him a new jacket, it'll instantly become his new favourite and he'll be desperate to find one that matches for you. Pick him up a new water bottle for the gym, and he'll be practically crying to Gun Woo about how sweetly you take care of him, how you're a literal angel put on this earth and he's lucky enough to love you. Woo Jin will definitely get a real thrill from being able to pick up some typical romantic gifts for you too, so excited to finally have someone to buy flowers and chocolates for. 

- Words of Affirmation: Unlike Gun Woo, Woo Jin is used to doing most of the talking in a relationship, constantly coming up with new and creative ways to tell you that you're perfect and wonderful and to make you laugh like no one else can. But he's not used to hearing the same level of devotion in return until you come into his life, so every heartfelt compliment you pay him has him crumbling to the floor like you've thrown a knockout punch. He's not sure he's worthy of your praise or affections, but he absolutely melts everytime you tell him he's a good boyfriend, or he's so strong, or that he looks handsome today. It's almost more than he can bare when he tell him that you want him and you love him, quickly starting his own stream of consciousness about how incredible you are and how you make him feel like no one else can. Don't try and win a yap off against Woo Jin, it's just not possible. 

Bonus Character: Allen

- Acts of Service: Allen's used to being manipulated by the crooks he works with, never really taking anyone's words or actions at face value. So when you start to do little things that show him you genuinely care, well it moves him in a way he's not sure he's going to be able to handle. Remind him to take screen-breaks and drink water, and check if he needs anything picking up while you're running errands, and suddenly he's following you around like a puppy, happily doing anything you say because you might be the first person in his life who has actually had his best interests at heart. He doesn't know how he can ever repay you, but you seem to smile when he offers to drive you around while you tick things off your to-do list, so hopefully that's enough to keep your benevolent light shining his way. 

- Physical Touch: Sweet, nerdy Allen has probably spent most of his life feeling achingly lonely, touch-starved to the point where he just assumed no one would ever want to be close to him like that. So when you start going out of your way to sit close enough to him that your thighs touch, or brush his hair out of his face when he's talking to you, well this poor guy is going to completely malfunction. It overwhelms him in the best possible way to be the centre of your attention, and from the moment your fingertips first bless his cheek with their presence, his whole body is alight with yearning for you. He's putty in your hands if you rest your head on his shoulder, or plant a soft kiss against his cheek, and if you let him pull you into his lap and drape his arms around you, you've got Allen wrapped around your little finger for life. He's a loyal devotee to your body and soul, just praying that you'll touch him every opportunity that you get. 

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