#protectiveboyfriends

A stream of white hair crossed your vision and your eyes widened in shock.

Kija scoffed in disgust as he shoved the man off of you, lip curling back in a snarl. "Refrain from touching her if you desire to keep your head attached to your shoulders."

He acted as a wall between you and him, hands planted firmly on his hips as his broad shoulders blocked you from his view.

You fell back with a squeak as another hand tugged your wrist and you twisted to look up at your rescuer. Mouth dropping in astonishment, you exclaimed, "Jae-ha?!"

His beautiful, violet eyes had gone black with fury and his jaw was clenched as he tried to hold himself back from losing his temper in front of you.

The thing was, neither one of them were supposed to be here. Jae-ha had patrol on the opposite side of the city and Kija was supposed to be out of town until this weekend. How they managed to get there so fast was beyond you, but you were incredibly grateful they arrived when they did.

On the flip side, you had never seen either of them this livid before.

If you were the man, you would've done the smart thing and fled the scene, but no. He just had to take it a step further despite the fuming men beside you.

"Police!!" The creep shouted, face beet red with embarrassment and rage, waving his arms to catch the attention of the patrol car that had just pulled up to the curb. "These men are harassing my girlfriend and they're drunk!! They need to be arrested for being intoxicated in public!!"

You physically recoiled at the false mention of being this bastard's girlfriend and clearly your boyfriends didn't appreciate that. By now, your situation had gathered quite a crowd, and everyone was watching and waiting to see what the officers would do.

Two figures exited the police car, one especially tall with dark hair and the other just as intimidating despite being a bit smaller in stature than his partner.

They approached slowly but purposefully, striding forward until they were directly in front of him. Towering over him, the dark-haired man drawled, "Your girlfriend?"

The man nodded curtly, assuming that any suspicions would be let go now that he had clarified his claim, but he was so wrong.

The officer's partner lowered his sunglasses, revealing piercing golden eyes slitted with blatant hatred. The drunk stumbled back at the malice, eyes beginning to dart warily around as he started to get a clue.

The crowd started to murmur amongst themselves, and nearly missed the cocky grin the taller officer flashed. A small piece of metal glinted on his chest as he stepped into the sun, and it read, "Officer Hak".

Hak grinned with way too much confidence for it simply to be a coincidence. "What do you say, Shin-ah? Should we let him go and escort the lady home?"

His partner raised his chin, pointing soundlessly towards the green-haired man still standing behind you.

"Ask the boss." He said quietly, but with an air of authority that left no room for questioning.

The man's face went pale as he followed their stare behind him and it finally sunk in.

Any trace of usual amusement was gone as Jae-ha lifted up the hem of his shirt, revealing his badge and gun strapped to his hip.

"You see," Hak began, circling the man like a vulture, smirking deviously. "That girl is well known around this area. She's a close friend of mine, and you went and pissed off her boyfriends, who are already as overprotective as hell."

"Jae-ha's a lieutenant in our district." Shin-ah continued quietly but steadily, mouth pressed in a hard line. "And Kija serves in the military that protects your rights and freedoms. The amount of nerve you have to claim that she's yours is pathetic. We should arrest you."

Floundering for a feasible reason to cover his ass from these infuriated cops and coming up empty, the pathetic excuse for a human being scampered off with his tail tucked in between his legs.

With him finally gone, you let out the breath you didn't know you had been holding, squeezing Jae-ha's hand in thanks for his support. He gazed down at you in concern, violet eyes darkening to black when he saw the bruises forming on your wrists from where he had pinned you. Kija followed his gaze, and his clenched fists nearly tore his uniform.

"Thank you both." You bowed gratefully, unaware of the storm brewing from your partners. "I'm so sorry for the trouble."

Hak saluted in such a ridiculous way that had you giggling.

"No trouble at all." He reassured you easily. "It is our job after all. Are you sure you'll be alright?"

You nodded, glancing up at Kija, who had drifted close to your unoccupied side.

Shin-ah stepped forward. "Come down to the station later and we'll take a statement."

You dipped your head again to show you understood but blinked your eyes in shock when Jae-ha shook his head firmly.

"She's not going anywhere for the rest of the day." He stated firmly, shooting you a sharp look when you started to suggest that they should let it go. "Up the patrol. Find him."

Shin-ah and Hak bowed obediently, zipping off down the street and just like that, everyone else went about their day. Amidst the bustling city, you were left in your own bubble with Kija and Jae-ha.

You played with your fingers nervously, unsure of what to do as the red auras surrounding your usually gentle and loving boyfriends increased.

"Can... Can we go home?" You asked anxiously, scolding yourself for how timid it came out.

They nodded automatically. Jae-ha's hand landed on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd and Kija took your hand, practically bulldozing his way through. You ducked your head shyly, biting your lip at how much attention they were drawing but you couldn't help how safe that made you feel after this morning's episode.

Kija scooped you up the instant Jae-ha pulled up to your townhome, carrying you through the threshold without hesitation despite your many soft objections that you were too heavy.

Pressing a sweet peck to the crown of your head, he set you down on the sofa, arranging a fluffy blanket over your shaking form. "Wait here for a moment, Y/N."

A desperate cry tore from your throat as they stepped towards your shared bedroom, reaching out for them instinctively before pulling back abruptly, cheeks coloring in shame.

Jae-ha dropped down to his knees, by your side in a split second. His gaze was trained on the way you were clutching your hands to your chest, recognizing what you needed automatically.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He murmured softly, gathering you up in his arms. "I've got you."

He gave Kija the go-ahead to grab what he needed from the bathroom as he ran his long fingers through your hair soothingly.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the calming motion, head thumping on his chest as you lost the strength to keep it up by yourself. His chest rumbled against your ear as he hummed one of your favorite songs.

You had met him at university, sitting in the corner of the library with earbuds stuck in his ears. Back then, you remembered there were rumors about how he used to get around. Partying, doing drugs, everything your parents told you to stay away from, but you didn't stay away from him. Intrigued by what he was listening to that had the playboy so focused, you tapped on his shoulder in a moment of bravery, catching his attention just long enough to shyly relay your curious question.

From there, a friendship sparked until it developed into something deeper than either of you could control.

And the only reason why you refused to be with him after you both graduated was because of Kija.

He had caught your interest from the get-go the second you spotted him in your anthropology lecture. The disgust on his beautiful face as the professor showed a descriptive diagram of insects on the board was hilarious and you burst out laughing in the middle of his teaching. After you apologized, you were thoroughly embarrassed and wished that you could crawl in a hole and die.

But your little display caught his attention and he approached you after class with the promise of taking you out to lunch the following day as long as you agreed to help him get through the lectures by sitting next to him.

You readily agreed to his proposal, but you couldn't squander the guilt you felt as you started to split your time between the handsome, green-haired playboy and the elegant, white-haired study buddy. It didn't make any sense to feel ashamed since you weren't with either one of them, but your feelings for both was what put it in perspective and in a last ditch attempt to get over the silly crush, you cut off contact.

Ending your friendship. Or so you thought.

The pounding on the door of your apartment woke you up at 2 am, and as soon as you opened it, in stumbled your drunk friends. Things only escalated from there. Feelings were revealed in the heat of an argument and you were speechless.

Never in a million years did you think that both of them would be harboring strong feelings for you, and even though you wanted them that night just as bad as they obviously wanted you, the three of you decided to wait until they were completely sober.

All of your insecurities the next morning were washed away as the smell of bacon and buttered toast wafted through your apartment. Kija was cooking and Jae-ha was in the middle of setting the table when you walked in, and their heads shot up when you promptly burst into tears.

You confessed that you thought it was all a dream, or that you would wake up and they would be gone. They embraced you tightly, professing their love for you once more before sealing it with a sweet kiss from a blushing Kija and a searing hot one from a smirking Jae-ha.

Now, years later, here you were. Still considering them your safe place.

Kija returned with a roll of gauze and bowl of cold water. "Y/N, let me see please."

Extending your arms timidly, you glanced up at Jae-ha, who shifted you slightly so that your back was pressed against his firm chest. He kissed the top of your head encouragingly and you bit your lip as your other partner cleaned and bandaged the bruised area.

Frowning deeply at the discoloration, Kija's jaw locked with the restraint of holding himself back from walking out the front door to find and end the creep who had dared to touch you.

"Hey... I'm okay..." You whispered quietly, offering up a reassuring smile. "My heroes came just in time."

And just like that, the dark atmosphere became bright, lighting up only at your unintentional command and the two men chuckled.

Jae-ha brushed back your hair, giving Kija room to peck your temple. His smile was slight, but filled with amusement as his rage started to simmer down. "We're glad you're alright, sweetheart."

Kija lifted your hand gently, kissing your knuckles, eyes brimming with love as they landed on yours. "We'll take care of you, Y/N. We'll keep you safe."

Leaning forward, you rested your forehead against his, a smile curling at the corner of your lips. "I know..." You breathed. "Thank you."

He gave you an eskimo kiss that had you giggling, and the sound warmed his heart. You hopped up to your feet, announcing quietly that you were going to go change into some pjs and the two of them let you go. But as his gaze found Jae-ha's, his blue eyes darkened.

They had made friends. Powerful people who happened to owe them a favor. Not that they needed that excuse to go after that man.

Yoon would be the first they would call. An analyst and a skilled strategist. He fooled everybody with his age, and Jae-ha was the first never to underestimate him, earning the pretty boy genius' loyalty for life. He would know what to take care of first.

Zeno usually hung around the poorer parts of town, helping anyone in any way that he could. The spunky and energetic golden-haired boy had a ton of connections, and would make sure they had eyes on the operation the whole time.

Grabbing his phone as it vibrated, Jae-ha barely had to look at it to know who it was. "Hak already contacted me. They found him."

Kija narrowed his eyes. "Then let's go."

They called Yona to come over and keep you company until they finished exacting their revenge.

No matter what, they would protect you. Even if it meant diverting every resource they had at their fingertips to ensure it. You were their entire world.

There was no way anyone would get away with treating you less than that. You deserved better, and damn it, they were going to teach this bastard a lesson.