you make every shot count

Her eyes met his chocolate ones again and she was no more pleased now then she was 10 minutes ago. Easily her eyes rolled and she scoffed at his seemingly childish commentary. “Oh shut up…I am not that much older then you are. Brat.” she grumbled, letting her shoulders drop in minute defeat. 

Another few shots fired in their direction, and Jongin flinched at the deafening noise. “We don’t want any trouble, we’re just waiting for our client.” Shouting back a reply, he signalled for Hyojung to back him up, and she fired a few quick warning shots upwards to get them to back off before retreating. The warehouse was rather bare, but there was a door across on the other side that looked like it led to another room. It definitely wasn’t completely safe, but it would give them more coverage than their current position. “I’m gonna go check out that room, if it can get us to the second floor we can get a better angle on them, think you can cover me for now?” 

Hyojung had met Jongin through a small network of other people and had for someone reason attached herself to him. Perhaps it was his skill or the fact that he had bigger contacts. Hyojung couldn’t really tell anymore why she found herself around him.  

Right now she almost couldn’t stand the sight of him and quickly forced herself to look away in frustration as she glared down at the dirt-ridden ground. “I didn’t know there was a grace period for this kind of bull shit. Time isn’t something that I like to play with and if he’s not here now, what the fuck do you think that means? You can’t be that stupid.” she says as she looks back over her shoulder at him. It took everything she had not to punch the boy just to make herself feel better. 

Hyojung didn’t know much about the man that they had to deal with other the the fact that he needed his machine fixed. She was starting to believe that the deal was too good to be true and that she had been naive to believe that it would ever go this smoothly. 

Gaze shifting from the machinery, the two met eyes once again, Hyojung still giving him the stink eye. It was just about enough for the younger. Jongin folded his arms, biting his tongue to keep from spewing vulgarities at the woman, but it didn’t stop him from letting out a snarky remark. 

“If you keep making that face of yours, you’re gonna look 10 years older than you already are-.. And you’re old enough.”

there was a time where ga-in enjoyed the winter time— cold weather, oversized sweaters, and warm drinks had always been her guilty pleasure. but since the outbreak started she grew to hate the once comforting season. snowy weather meant everyone in the camp how to scrape and preserve to live at least a barely comfortable life within the camp. but after a few years of living like this she’s gotten used to the natural hustle and bustle of what came along with the with winter which included extra supply runs.

with her worn jacket zipped tightly up to her neck she glances over at the man who’s been appointed to accompany her in her current run. unfortunately for her, he talks a little too much and she’s wishing she hadn’t volunteered for today’s run. besides, she had better things to do— like sleep. she’s not quite sure when the last it was where she got at the very least the standard eight hours of sleep. and every ounce of her body is screaming for the rest that it needs. (she pushes herself too hard)

her small feet trudge through the snow, wisps of cold air leaving her parted lips as she looks around. there isn’t much they can really search through and before she gets the chance to tell her partner that it’s time for them to leave she spots a body lying in the snow. the doctor inside of her immediately rushes to this person’s side, inspecting his body for any bite marks— any wounds. her brows knit together when she notices just how cold his body is and it doesn’t take her long to immediately know that he’s suffering from hypothermia.

she’s already decided that she’s going to help him get better.

Hence, here he was now, curled up on the snow covered ground, body temperature rapidly dropping as time passed. He had lost his footing while trying to navigate through uneven terrain. Though the male hadn’t suffered any serious injuries, he was far too weak to get up, and his flu had only gotten worse. There was no other option than to wait and hope for someone to find him - A stranger who would be willing to nurse him back to health. And to get to him before anyone else or anything does.

The hunter was drifting in and out of consciousness as footsteps neared him, and he barely registered being hauled onto someone’s back. His vision was blurred, but he did manage to make out another figure apart from the person he was being carried by, and it wasn’t long before they seemed to have reached back some kind of camp. Jongin’s entire figure was shaking by then, and it was clear he had more than just a fever and flu now-.. The walk clearly did him more harm than help. Sat on the floor and wrapped up in new clothes and blankets, chestnut brown orbs stared into nothing, half lidded and glazed over. 

It didn’t take a doctor to tell he was probably suffering from hypothermia, which was the last thing Jongin needed, especially with the amount of jobs he took up over the past week. He was evidently completely drained of energy and drowsy. It took him awhile, but the boy eventually replied with a soft inaudible mumble. 

Anger. Seething, burning anger. That was the only range of emotion that she could feel as she looked around the seemingly empty warehouse. Everything that she had been promise, everything that she depended on was now gone. Chances were very likely that none of those things were ever in the space to begin with. 

“God fucking damn it.’ she shouted as she kicked as a piece of cardboard that was laying on the ground. Hyojung know that she had pulled her weight in this deal which meant that either her “partner” had messed up or something else was going on. Hyojung couldn’t help how easily she turned to distrust the man she had become accustomed to working with. 

They were accustomed to each other. Not very close, but close enough that they weren’t on their toes around the other 24/7. Acquaintances, their sole reason for their meetings only for assignments such as supply runs or fixing up machinery. Because sometimes two minds are better than one.

Rural.

Jongin didn’t like this warehouse. It was grey, dull, the ceiling was falling apart, and it looked anything but safe. It was much larger than usual warehouses, which made it all the more unsettling. There was even a second floor, which gave people the vantage point if they wanted to ambush the two mechanics. Which was why Jongin had his bow and arrow drawn as he scanned the premises. The male wasn’t about to take any chances.

Reality.

Chestnut brown eyes fixated on the hourglass figure standing in the middle of the open space. Her hands were balled up into fists at her sides, and if he saw correctly, there was a slight quiver to her body. Treading carefully, the younger made his way over to Hyojung. She looked.. Mad. And it was his first time seeing her like this - Given they hadn’t known each other for a long time. The sudden whirl of her head startled him. And Jongin’s heart clenched at the helpless expression crossing her features.

“Jongin… What did you do?”

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, blinking several times to process her words. “Wha-.. What do you mean, what did I do?” The woman motioning to the area behind her and shouting about this entire thing being his fault did nothing to help him understand. However, Jongin did realise something was very wrong about this entire situation. And that they most probably did just get cheated of their deal. 

“You know what, maybe the guy’s just late, give him some fucking time,” he barked back. The elder was getting worked up over nothing, and it was hard for him to not roll his eyes at her over dramatic behaviour. But Jongin knew internally that the man wasn’t going to show up. And all of their effort to fix up his machine had gone to complete waste.

Kangwon was a busy camp. It mostly consisted of them running around a few patrols surrounding the border to ensure that their goods weren’t going to be stolen from outsiders. Irene felt safe inside Kangwon already; she had everything she could need but sometimes, their luck wasn’t always good. Food was being consumed every day and even their piles of first aid. Their biggest chance of encountering walkers were much larger than any other place. Irene liked making use of her surroundings, she also enjoyed receiving her own supplies instead of sharing.

In fact, it was her job to protect the place that she now currently calls home but she wasn’t restraint to this one and only place. It was nice of the patrols to let her pass while most of them were nice enough, always letting her off with some warning about risking the chances of not returning. Irene didn’t believe them, really. They weren’t strict, though people were much more careful of who they tried to let in, not wanting to risk anything.

Going out into the Free Zone wasn’t a problem. She learnt how to be more aware of her surroundings, only going towards the directions she was most familar with. Trying to actively look for people was one of her habits and she had many, like trusting people a little too easily. At least half of them made her feel that way but the other half only got her suspicious by lingering. Irene had already been traveling a new miles away from Kangwon already. She wanted to reach part that was nearest to Han River and Cheodong, which wasn’t exactly too far. She had her pistol in the back of her pocket while her bow and arrow was strapped around her right shoulder.

It didn’t look like she was there yet but only with half way more to go until she reached her intended destination. Sometimes just the dead silence was enough to make her hands tremble slightly, just slightly. The only thought she had was to make sure she got there before the sun started to completely dawn; she couldn’t do well in the dark. It only made things harder to spot in the dark but she had already seen someone with her keen eyes. Irene was sure that this mysterious person spotted her in some way, so they weren’t about to disappear, right? Instead of her bow and arrow, she carefully took out her pistol, wrapping it around her slim fingers. “If you’re going to linger around me, at least just come out…” She whispered.

Jongin wasn’t much of a night person. He enjoyed spending time out in the sun, heat - Daytime, to be specific. And summer and spring were his favourite seasons. It also explained why he had a bronzed, darker skin tone compared to other Koreans. Years of training under the sun because of soccer attributed greatly to it as well, and though he wasn’t quite fond of his tan colour, some people often complimented it suited him. And naturally, he wasn’t quite fond of the night time or winter. Often associating it with monsters when he was younger, it was too cold for his liking-.. Dark and bitter. And his preferences hadn’t changed till this day.

So most might wonder what he was doing out on this particularly chilly winter day. And more importantly, when the sun was setting. The cold was piercing, biting at his fingers and the tip of his nose, with strong winds blowing past every now and then. He carefully trudged his way through the snow that had piled up over the few weeks with a duffel bag in hand. That bag was the answer to why he forced himself out of his hanok in the first place - Filled with his own handiwork of fixed up guns. There were probably at least half a dozen inside, and Jongin was on his way to deliver them to one of the traders downtown, who could get him a deal for supplies. The man specifically requested him to meet in the evening because there were less people outside - That being said, it was also a lot more dangerous as visual aid was hindered and you never knew what else you could run into. But business was business, and Jongin was going to this job done no matter the circumstances.

The bag wasn’t extremely heavy, but it was on the bulkier side, making the boy haul it up on his shoulder as he made his way down. However, instead of focusing on getting there safely, his attention was diverted to a movement ahead of him. A human figure stood several feet away from him, and by the looks of it both of them had already noticed each other. It wasn’t a walker from the way it held itself. And from the silhouette of long hair tied back in a ponytail, it was most likely a female too. Jongin was clueless as to what to do. His duffel bag hindered his movement, and there was no way he could use his bow and arrow before the other made a move first. Not that he would shoot on sight, but he didn’t know how dangerous this stranger was.

Living in the freezone wasn’t too bad in her perspective; sure, it wasn’t exactly peachy nor secure but at least there was that thought lingering in the back on her mind, reminding her not to let her guard down around others, which she constantly did anyway.

It didn’t exactly take her by surprise when she was approached and asked to accompany someone on a job merely to clean them up when things got messy. She’d been on a few missions like that and knew that she wasn’t much help to them besides when they needed a few stitches here and there.

Their leader had briefly explained the contents of the mission to Hyuna beforehand, mainly filling her in on her part of it all while they both waited for the other. Her brows rose slightly as a fairly tall male with dark hair entered the room; she met eyes with the stranger and forced a small smile averting her eyes as the leader began to speak. Her head dropped a little as she was completely taken aback by the stranger’s words, somewhat a little hurt by what she knew to be the truth.

She could see the leader rub a hand over his face in her peripheral vision; the frustration simply oozing from him as he let out a sigh. That was when Hyuna spoke up in a sheepish manner, brushing off the stranger’s words; her hands slid into the back pockets of her shorts before her lips pursed. 

“Look, Jongin. From the last few months I’ve known you, you’ve gotten injured at least twice, and nearly died from hypothermia the last time I sent you out for another mission. You’re capable, but I still need you alive for future assignments, so you either quit being stubborn or pass on this one. Your call.” The elder man mimicked Jongin’s stance, arms folded across his chest with a challenging gaze. And the boy could only sigh in defeat, shrugging his shoulders as he sauntered to the wooden desk separating both him and the lady from the leader. He supposed the girl couldn’t be that bad. She had to be decent, if she was able to survive this far into the apocalypse.

A piece of paper mapping out the rough gist of their area of the freezone was shown to the pair. From their employer’s explanation, the base of the said group was across the Han River, and nearer Kangwon territory. It’s definitely a cause for worry, Kangwon being one of the most populated and developed camps around, which meant the chances of them being discovered were a lot higher. As soon as they infiltrated the camp and got what they wanted they would be out of there. It was a little further on foot as well, but it should take them no more than 2 hours to reach their destination. Jongin was just hoping his chemistry with the girl was enough to keep them alive.

Soft, fast, padded footsteps sounded out in the open, a blurred figure moving through the trees. Jongin was running. He had to thank the weather for finally transitioning to spring - Mobility was a lot easier without worrying about slippery ice or far too deep snow. Most of the ground could finally be seen and the days of frostbite were gone.

However, with the beauty of flowers blooming, there was a price to pay. While people could move a lot faster, the undead were just the same.

Which brought him back to his current situation. He wasn’t running because he was late, no. The concept of time had been lost a lot time ago. And he wasn’t running because he just felt like it either. The brunette had a hoard of walkers right on his heels, and he doesn’t think he’s been more unlucky in his entire life. Deciding to venture out into west end of the free zone proved to be one of his worst decisions ever, and it’ll probably be a long time before he has a hunger for adventure.

Jongin was starting to run out of breath, and there was no way he could take about a dozen zombies out at once. He needed to find some kind of higher ground, but they were closing in on him faster than he had ever imagined. Scraping past with a few close calls of them getting to his legs, the boy hurriedly climbed one of the larger, sturdier trees, making sure he was out of their reach for the time being. And he was stumped. He didn’t have his bow and arrow with him, and his only chance of defending himself was with a puny pistol that had 4 shots left. Does he shout for help? Or shoot gunfire to grab people’s attention?

Does he really want to risk attracting another hoard of walkers in his direction?

Going hunting for food supplies in the woods had sounded like a plan before, but it had turned out to be the worse idea ever.  Gary was running at top speed, dodging trees at the very last moment. His feet were acting on his own, as his brain was only screaming to get far away from the blood-curling groans that seemed to echo through the woods. He was holding his baseball bat in one hand, the other clutched around the handle of his gun while carrying an old, black sports bag filled with supplies and bomb material on one of his shoulders. But even with all the ammunition he was carrying right now, it was unlikely he could take all of the Walkers in the woods out. Everywhere in the Free Zone there was always the risk of encountering a Walker, but the amount that was wandering in these woods was outrageous.

After running for what felt like ages, Gary dared to look over his shoulder, relieved to not meet the blood-shot eyes of a Walker. He had out run them. His pace slowed down a little, but he didn’t stop running completely, knowing the woods were still filled with those creatures. They could turn up behind every tree, attack you from every side.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” The younger yelled after his stubborn partner, footsteps quickening as he caught up to the latter. Hyunwoo’s protests of “go back” and weak pushes against his chest weren’t enough to stop him, and he knew convincing him to head back was completely out of the question. Jongin was going to have to go with him, as much as he didn’t want to go - He needed to keep his hyung safe.

Hands coming up to hold Hyunwoo’s flailing arms still, they stared at each other, before he spoke firmly. “You stay behind me at all times. That machete isn’t enough, and you’re going to get yourself killed without back-up. I’m not letting you go anywhere without me, understood?” And with that, he lead the man down to where the scream came from-.. To find at least half a dozen walkers roaming around a girl at the bottom of the hill. She didn’t look bit, and even if she was armed there was no way she could take all of them out by herself. No words were needed, and Jongin’s reaction was instinctive. 

She frowned at the turn in situation. Sure, she was being helped now, and his quiet arrows would no doubt prove more efficient. Now she had long-distance back up she dropped her shotgun, grabbing her hatchet and making no sound as she protected what was left of her squad.

But no one just helped anyone in this world. Even if they did, she’d seen situation that started out nice enough horrible in an instant. But they were only two.

She decided to take this risk. The chances of her getting alive from this were slim, anyway

“Don’t bother with me,” she called out. With a quick movement she pointed at the horse, her new strategty to make a pathway through the horde to the two boys protecting her.

“Get them safe to camp Kangwon,” she instructed, slowly approaching them, as the arrows gave her cover. With on hand smashing in the skull of another walking and with the other quickly taking off her military dog tag she kept around her neck ever since she first worse it.

It felt weird parting with it, dropping it in the hand of the boy not holding the bow.

“My name is Sunny. Tell them Lee Sunny send you, they will let you in. Show them the dogtag.”

She handed the boy the reins, focusing her attention back on the horde.

Kicking up dust as he slid down the side of the hill, Jongin’s arrows whizzing over his head, he jogged towards the young woman, arm swinging as he sliced off the top of a walker’s head while ramming his blade through the gaping mouth of another.  

For someone who had just been screaming a few seconds ago, she seemed much more calm than he expected and he had to admit that he was impressed by the way she wielded her hatchet as she approached him.

Of course that all went flying out the window the minute she started dumping things into his hands.

He was barely aware of the dog tags in his hands or the promises the petite woman was spouting.  What had his attention was the behemoth attached to the reins in his hands.

For a good ten seconds, Hyunwoo looked at the reins in his hands, then at the horse, and then back at the young woman

“What the hell am I supposed to do with a horse?”  

The four legged behemoth just whinnied and he shifted away from it, not liking the way it was shaking its head nervously.  This was the first time he’d ever been this close to a horse and there was no way in hell that he was about to get on a horse and ride it off towards the sunset or whatever it was the tiny woman wanted him to do because he was positive he’d break his neck just trying to get on.

“Do I look like an errand boy?,” he griped loudly, turning to stare at the two wounded soldiers, eyeing them warily as he tried to figure out just what their chances were.  The girl could have made it out by now if she’d just taken the horse and left the other two behind but it was obvious there was no point in arguing.

“If you wanna keep these guys safe, then do it yourself!”  Hyunwoo didn’t even bother giving her a chance to reply as he ducked underneath the horse and decapitated another walker that had gotten too close, whistling to Jongin to move in closer.

“Cos there’s no fucking way I’m gonna be the one to explain to your camp why I ran off with your horse and left you to die.“

Tossing back her dog tags, Hyunwoo gave her a lopsided smile, spinning the machete easily in his hand.

Sehun lets him rest his weight against his body, despite how he knows he’s unable to actually hold him up. He pushes through it however, because he knows that if he lets him fall now, the noise not only the fall itself will make, but the noise he’s certain the man would make at being dropped would be enough to give them away, deeming them open game to walkers and bandits alike. He’s careful not to jostle the other too much, as he doesn’t want to lodge the arrow further into his shoulder, nor does he want to worsen the pain he’s already feeling.

They trek onwards for a small period of time until finally the other male is leading him towards a small cave. Sehun never would have noticed it, and it’s little things like this that make him think about how grateful he is to be living within the confines of a camp, because he knows that with his terrible navigational skills, as well as combat abilities—and his nonexistent survival skills—he’d never make it out in the free zone.

He lets out a strained noise upon hearing the sound the other had just made as he collapses down, a look of pure determination and worry crossing his features. Now that they were seemingly safe from anything that could potentially attack them, Sehun was free to get a better look at the damage done to the other boy’s shoulder. Frowning to himself, he’s beginning to like his journey outside of the camp less and less, because he does have some supplies with him, he doesn’t have everything he needs to make this as painless and quick as possible.

“Haa.. Ah-.. At least warn a guy…” Letting out a dry laugh, he sat himself up with the help of the nurse, soft grunts emitting until he finally rested himself against the wall. It seemed they were finally allowed to take a breather. And Jongin had a good look at his rescuer, who stared back at him with a dumbfounded expression. The boy was tall and lanky, it was obvious, even if he wasn’t standing at full height.  He had dark brown hair, but slightly lighter than Jongin’s, that parted in the middle - Long fringe falling down on the sides of his chiseled face. His face was small, something Koreans liked, so he’s assuming the other has had lots of compliments on being called handsome in the past. Thin lips, narrow eyes, and a high nose bridge, paired with milky white skin. He certainly wasn’t all that bad looking, and didn’t look much older than Jongin himself.

Kyungsoo wasn’t sure for how long he was staring at Jongin though but it was as if scooting over to give Jongin space on the bed as the elder decided to continue his rifle inspection there was the natural thing to do. It wasn’t like he wanted to keep staring like he is but somehow he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jongin, wondering if he really was as old as he said he is. The toned muscle and the wise words he gets the privilege to hear were there, proving a matured man that circumstances had made Jongin to be but there were times, more often than not, that he sees the elder playing around laughing like the kid he is at heart and as much as Kyungsoo wanted to deny, the hearty laugh and boyish smile was too contagious to resist. Too lost in his thoughts one would think he’d at least flinch at Jongin’s sudden touch except, he didn’t.

“I forgot…” he replied simply but truthfully. He seldom takes off his mask in front of anyone especially when he’s outside, the air feeling him feel too paranoid in his own skin. Plus it helps keep the sickness brought about by the smell of something metallic and decaying at bay. “You never know, it might actually be partly airborne,” he adds with a shrug, stubbornness seeping in his every word but he still made a move to lean onto the elder’s touch nonetheless, consciously confused about the sudden feeling of security but ignores it like he always did. He snorts instead.

Rolling onto his stomach, he carelessly looked over the rifle in his hand, before reluctantly standing back up and bringing the entire bag of firearm to the mattress. It was far too comfortable for him to dedicate standing at his work desk. “Either way, you know what I mean.” Jongin puckered his lips as he rummaged through the guns, somewhat glad he was down to the last few, but he wasn’t ready for the other to go just yet. “Use that pretty face to find your significant other. I know it’s the apocalypse, and love should be the last thing anyone should be thinking about, but.. It’s probably nice to have someone around, don’t you think?” The hunter shrugged-.. He wouldn’t know, he hasn’t got a clue what love feels like at all. “Gives us some kind of hope that the world we live in doesn’t suck that bad.”

To think about it, Jongin himself is rather surprised he hadn’t been in a relationship. There were tiny crushes here and there all throughout his school years, sure - But he assumes the outbreak occurred far too early before he got a chance to confess to anyone, much less get into a relationship, go on dates or to prom, and do all of those couple-y things. And with the entire situation, the circumstances aren’t exactly ideal for anyone to go out and fall in love. But the fact that he was already 21, and he’s yet to experience anything of the sort (much less sexual situations), saddened him quite a bit. A drawn out sigh left plump lips as he inspected yet another shotgun.

Sehun lets him rest his weight against his body, despite how he knows he’s unable to actually hold him up. He pushes through it however, because he knows that if he lets him fall now, the noise not only the fall itself will make, but the noise he’s certain the man would make at being dropped would be enough to give them away, deeming them open game to walkers and bandits alike. He’s careful not to jostle the other too much, as he doesn’t want to lodge the arrow further into his shoulder, nor does he want to worsen the pain he’s already feeling.

They trek onwards for a small period of time until finally the other male is leading him towards a small cave. Sehun never would have noticed it, and it’s little things like this that make him think about how grateful he is to be living within the confines of a camp, because he knows that with his terrible navigational skills, as well as combat abilities—and his nonexistent survival skills—he’d never make it out in the free zone.

He lets out a strained noise upon hearing the sound the other had just made as he collapses down, a look of pure determination and worry crossing his features. Now that they were seemingly safe from anything that could potentially attack them, Sehun was free to get a better look at the damage done to the other boy’s shoulder. Frowning to himself, he’s beginning to like his journey outside of the camp less and less, because he does have some supplies with him, he doesn’t have everything he needs to make this as painless and quick as possible.

“Haa.. Ah-.. At least warn a guy...” Letting out a dry laugh, he sat himself up with the help of the nurse, soft grunts emitting until he finally rested himself against the wall. It seemed they were finally allowed to take a breather. And Jongin had a good look at his rescuer, who stared back at him with a dumbfounded expression. The boy was tall and lanky, it was obvious, even if he wasn’t standing at full height.  He had dark brown hair, but slightly lighter than Jongin’s, that parted in the middle - Long fringe falling down on the sides of his chiseled face. His face was small, something Koreans liked, so he’s assuming the other has had lots of compliments on being called handsome in the past. Thin lips, narrow eyes, and a high nose bridge, paired with milky white skin. He certainly wasn’t all that bad looking, and didn’t look much older than Jongin himself.

A fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yoursAU where Kyungsoo has a crush on Jongin

Kyungsoo has never been the romantic type of guy, thelast time he’s been romantically involved with someone being centuries ago andhe means it when he says he’s practically clueless and useless with anythingthat has to do with trying to impress someone and it’s the first time he’s everreally wanted someone’s attention. It makes him antsy and nervous, because hewasn’t sure if it’s because he’s doing it wrong (he bets that he most probably is) or that Jongin’s just really, reallydens. He thinks it’s the former because the latter just sounds ridiculous.

Kyungsoo thinks he’s done everything he thinks wouldwork. He had given Jongin a decent homemade food that has the elder’s favoritefood before. It earned him a pat on the head and a few praises about hiscooking skills. He’s given his hyung some fresh bouquets before too. He wasasked why which he replied with a ‘I justfelt like it…’. Jongin chuckled at that before giving him a pat on thehead, in which Kyungsoo pouted at. It was on his third attempt that earned himanother pat on the head where he started to think his tactics aren’t working.He’s so tempted to use his traps to have the elder’s attention but decidedagainst it.

It was another normal day of Kyungsoo’s visit to Jongin’shanok to have his set of weapons checked that he’s finally found the courage tojust tell Jongin of his little crush. It’ll be weird and scary but if he thinksanother pat on the head he’s going to scream. Jongin snatched the bag away asusual but this time, Kyungsoo moves to stand in front of the other and blockhis way, feeling all the more determined to do this. The mechanic looked at himwith a raised brow and for a moment his courage wavered. It’s not helping thathe didn’t bring his mask today too.

“You okay, Soo?” Jongin asked and before he could evengive his head another pat Kyungsoo took a deep breath and blurted out a loud “Ilike you hyung!” The silence was heavy and Kyungsoo was so close to bolting outof the place when a chuckle rumbled out of Jongin’s chest and for a moment heheld his breath in nervousness.

“I like you too Soo, now let’s have these guns checked,”Jongin replied and he whined like a child when Jongin held out his hand toruffle his hair and pats his shoulder. He feels like a kid and to Jongin heprobably is.