#io.cs

It really wouldn’t have bothered him any other time of the night, any other day- but tonight he hadn’t been able to sleep and the sound of wheels rolling among the concrete just a few meters from his shared bedroom window was truly starting to piss him off. Chenle tossed his blankets onto the floor, reaching for his sweatshirt to pull on while he got out of bed and began to shuffle his way towards the front door. He hadn’t even bothered to put on any shoes, going outside into the brisk cold with just socks covering his feet. He was determined to stop the obnoxious noise; and the moment he seen a fair skinned boy riding among a skateboard a smirk crawled it’s way onto his lips. “Yah, are you on some kind of journey of self discovery? Who the hell skateboards this late, and your tracks sound like they're about to fall off.” The boy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants while he questioned the other, light brown orbs focused on them while he waited for a response.

Honestly, he’d been hurt much worse than this. Though the gash was rather deep and the crimson liquid dripping from said wound on his leg startled some as they walked passed the teen. But, as always, Jisung wasn’t very concerned with their reactions; he was making his way to a familiar friends home in search of help. He appeared slightly dazed, plush lips were parted while he gently knocked among the elders door. 

He’d been fighting again, street fights brought in money for his family; when they were running low or nobody was buying their narcotics due to rivalry dealers it tended to help. Even though Mark told him over and over, to stop- and that they’d figure something out. Jisung just wanted to help out, sure he was the baby of the group but he hated being treated like it. He felt as if he held no position in the gang at all at times. 

The blue haired boy began chewing on his lip, a palm running up his left arm to push his sweatshirt sleeve up so his skin could be examined. There were bruises, a good handful of them. The adrenaline of the fight was beginning to wear off and the pain was settling in instead. He hoped the male was home, it was possible that his leg might need stitches.

Everything felt fuzzy, she hadn’t drank but only two glasses of wine and there was no reason she should be feeling so sick. Jinsoul had binge drank hard alcohol many times before and it took a lot for her to feel sick. Something wasn’t right, the blonde stood up abruptly from her seat. Muttering a somewhat frantic good bye to the stranger she’d been drinking with. They asked her to come back, offered a ride and that rose so many different red flags. “Go fuck yourself.” The girl shook her head, scowling at the other before pulling out her cellphone and dialing up Johnny’s number. It took a moment, the dial tone made her anxious but the moment they picked up she was smiling, almost astonished that she’d gotten an answer. “I’m not okay I     I feel sick, I think this guy spiked my drink I just..” The girl reached down, removing her boots, leaving herself in just a pair of socks while she walked slowly, but calmly outside of the club to take a seat on the curb. “Could you come get me?”

Mark is a leader, by example, by default. The boys just seemed to look to him for guidance. Ever since they met, it was always his job to make sure everyone was comfortable, everyone was okay physically and mentally. Mark didn’t exactly have that for himself, for the most part it was his fault. He didn’t like bothering people with his burdens, his emotions. It was a very rare thing for him to take any type of drug. He seen how it’d torn his parents down and he didn’t want it to become a permanent thing in his life either. But, every once in a while Mark stooped low enough to buy a couple pills; he’d take a handful, enough to keep him high to the point where he wouldn’t fall asleep but instead- he’d lie in his bed all night and just existed. It was a bad habit, he hated himself for it. Yet he’d still fronted a bottle from a dealer. 

Mark had genuinely forgotten he’d done so after a couple of weeks; this lead to him getting a barrage of calls from the dealer, telling him he’d better pay up or else. Mark ignored it, he didn’t have money to waste on paying the male back. Calls turned into personal threats, people showing up at his door. His brothers were alert, always; Mark held no fear that they’d end up hurt. His family was the toughest he knew. But little did he know, the dealer was very intent on getting Mark to know he was serious. It was absurd, were they targeting his friends? Mark could only theorize at the moment; he was making his way towards the familiar females home while they spoke among the phone. “I’m sure you just forgot to lock the door or something. I’m almost there, just don’t go in and stay where it’s well lit okay? Everything is okay, I promise.” The boy spoke with hopes of calming the girl down as much as possible, though she wasn’t the only one worried about their safety.

“It’s not that bad, right?” The boy spoke with a slight question, offering up his right arm for the female to examine. The boys had gotten into a small altercation earlier and though Renjun wasn’t the one to fight, he didn’t hesitate when one of his brothers were touched. Any time the ‘baby’ of the group was even threatened, the boys stepped up to defend him. It left his hand severely bruised, and small lacerations were left scattered among his fair skin, mostly surrounding his knuckles. 

“No I didn’t steal a dog!” Jaemin is practically clutching the puppy to his chest, it’d followed him on his way to meet Felix so in his opinion it was obviously meant to be. “I mean, yeah he has a collar but who lets their dog go outside alone, without a leash? By natural selection, this is now my dog and his name is Joe.”

It was a bad habit, of course; Donghyuk tried not to steal when it wasn’t needed but, it was basically embedded in his genes at this point. So when he caught a girl trying to slip away with a cd, the boy couldn’t help himself. The sticker was still intact, it was going to trigger the alarm; Donghyuk was stealthy, and quick when he knocked into the female by purpose, removing the item from her waistband to hold up in front of her instead. “You’re a lousy thief, you’re going to get caught doing that.” Instead of telling the workers, the boy planned to help her. While gesturing his head to the side the teen began walking to the further corner of the shop, casually removing the bar-code sticker from both places on the cds case. “Sometimes, in certain stores or certain albums, they don’t put the one obvious sticker but another small one usually on the bottom. Because nobody looks at the base of the case, right?”

It was a messy ploy, but one she was determined to make work. When they were waiting on restock for their narcotics the gang did have a period of time where they weren’t making very much money and they found momentary solutions to keep income steady. Some of the boys participated in street fights, Donghyuk lifted wallets, and Jinsoul tended to play cards or trick elder men into handing over their possessions while intoxicated. This time, she opted to play cards. Her vice was blackjack and nearly every other game that included cards she could count; it was a game of mostly luck. And though she was good at it, she still tended to keep cards and valuable tricks up her sleeve to assure she’d win. Same with poker. Throughout the night she continuously moved from place to place, wherever she could find a quick game to handle. It wasn’t often anyone caught onto her antics. So when a male started eyeing her sleeve, Jinsoul was quick to collect the winnings she already held- tucking them away in the pocket of her shirt and began to run away from the street gathering. She’d just bagged nearly five hundred dollars, and there was no chance she was giving it back. But the male who’d taken off after her was quite the runner, being he’d caught her after she’d cut across a street and between some buildings. “I won it, you’re not getting it back!” Jinsoul stated firmly while she turned around, yanking her arm from the strangers grip. “And if you intent on trying to take it from me, I hope you won’t miss your fingers.” She was a petite girl, with a large bite.