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your tense tone has shota turning to follow your gaze; his shoulders stiffen as he sees what you’re glaring at.

“that bastard,” your brother growls. “what’s he doing here?”

your jaw clenches; swiftly, you saunter towards the bar. “I don’t know, but I intend to find out.”

silently, keeho appears at your shoulder, easily keeping pace with your strides. his presence is a reminder to you - a threat to everyone else.

shota quickly follows with intak by his side, and your group’s sudden movement causes the blonde man at the bar to glance in your direction. his smirk widens as those cat eyes narrow upon your approaching figure, subtly raking over your figure clad in a black body con.

“well, well, well,” he purrs once you’re within earshot. “what a pleasant surprise to see you here, miss haku.”

the rigid aura of keeho beside you practically glows with desire to jump the muscled man at the blonde's shoulder. without looking at him, you nudge his thigh with your knuckle. a warning.

"'surprise'?" you echo with a scoff. "you really must be an idiot, hwang, to be trespassing in my territory. or maybe just very, very stupid."

"maybe he has a death wish," spits your younger brother, hate burning red in his normally gentle gaze. hyunjin's face betrays nothing but amusement.

"oh? I wasn't aware this was your territory yet. has your father finally dropped dead from having poison slipped in his sake? I was wondering why you and your brother came alone…”

through you annoyance, you grit out, “he’s away on business, you little bitch.”

hyunjin clicks his tongue in mocking disapproval. “that’s no way for a lady to speak… but don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m sure someone will help your old man along sooner rather than later. and if no one else will, I’ll willingly bite the bullet. or rather… he will, if you get my drift - “

his sentence doesn’t even manage to make it all the way out of his mouth before you lunge for his throat, pressing the dagger that was under your dress to the supple skin beneath his adam’s apple. before your blade even touches your enemy’s neck, hyunjin’s bodyguard has his huge hand wrapped around your throat; in less than a heartbeat, both keeho and intak have their guns cocked and aimed steadily at the guard's head. rage, hot and boiling, sears in your eyes - but hyunjin only cracks an amused smile.

“my, my. feisty as always.” a disinterested wave on his part has the vise receding from your throat. he’s insane if he thinks that means you’re going to move the dagger, though.

“what are you doing here, hwang?” you growl in his ear, angling the blade in the hopes of at least making him nervous. “better tell me before I slit your pretty neck and get blood all over this expensive suit of yours.”

“hmm, kinky,” he quips, gently reaching up to wrap his fingers around your wrist. “I appreciate the sentiment that you think my neck is pretty, but I think I’d rather spare my maid from having to deal with blood stains, if you know what I mean. they’re rather a doozy to get out of white shirts.”

as he talks in a tone that might as well be speaking on the weather, he moves your hand away from his throat and gives you a dazzling smile. to your horror, your chest reacts with a jolt - your heart begins to race, butterflies pooling in your stomach. the traitorous things flap their wings faster against the walls of your tummy when he gives you an innocent wink. “is it so wrong to want to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman in the country?” his eyes dip briefly towards your dress. “especially when she’s wearing something like… that?”

you grit your teeth against the flustered heat burning behind your skin. it’s not right that the son of your father’s enemy can affect you so - you’re fighting to save face not only in front of him, but also before your own associates.

"shut your mouth before I shove the barrel of a gun into it,” you snipe.

hyunjin sighs mockingly, eyes glittering with a playful shine. “very well, I know when I’m not wanted.”

after glancing subtly at his guard, hyunjin rises from the bar and straightens the cuffs of his suit jacket. his cologne makes your nose tingle pleasantly when he steps just past you - but then he halts and angles his head to meet your eyes. “but about your threat, miss haku - “ his eyes glint. “I’d really like to see you try. considering that I went easy on you this time.”

his hand flickers for a brief second down near his waist, and all eyes in your group hastily glance at it. but by the time you have settled your glares on the offending appendage, it’s hanging innocently at his side. with narrowed eyes, you look back up at his face.

“get the hell out,” you growl.

the long-haired blonde sweeps an elegant bow, though the movement is dripping with barely concealed sarcasm. he straightens, tosses you a cheeky wink that only you manage to see and sweeps towards the exit of the club. as he passes shota, hyunjin pats him somewhat condescendingly on the shoulder; your brother scowls, harshly shoving off the offending hand. on your enemy’s receding form, which gets swallowed up by the cloying smoke and blaring lights and twisting people, your eyes linger - even after he's lost to view.

he really is beautiful, your mind hisses.

“no, he’s not,” you mumble to yourself.

it’s not until keeho and intak see the front door slam shut behind them that they relax, sheathing their guns back under their coats.

“are you alright, miss haku?” murmurs keeho. his sleek eyes gaze at you with concern, and as you blink yourself back to reality, you can’t help but be reminded of hyunjin’s own beautiful cat eyes.

“I’m fine.”

his stare dips down to the dagger in your hand, which you’re clenching so tightly that your knuckles are standing out on your skin.

breathe. inhale… exhale… slowly, you loosen your grip on the hilt. “I’m fine,” you echo.

finally satisfied, keeho motions for the four of you to head back to your usual booth across from the bar - you mumble something about staying here to order some alcohol.

somehow, even though hwang hyunjin is now long gone, your stomach is still whirling with butterflies. the grace of his ethereal features was only enhanced by the suit he wore. he smelled so… mysterious - it suited the tilt of his head and the smirk on his lips. you grit your teeth.

"snap out of it,” you growl to yourself, leaning your hands on the counter and hanging your head. you breath slow, trying to calm your racing heart. “he’s your enemy.”

except… is he? he’s the son of your father’s enemy, to be sure, but hwang hyunjin has never offered you anything but a smile on the occasions you have crossed paths. you fumble in your bag for a stick of gum, hoping the peppermint will have a calming effect on your fluttering pulse; it’s then that your finger slips upon the edge of a piece of paper, slicing open the pad.

“ouch - “

whilst the injured hand whips into your mouth, the other pulls out the offending paper. it’s small even only folded in half, and your brow furrows when you go to open it.

I don’t want to be your enemy. but don’t tell father I said that. - h.h.

beneath the simple yet elegant handwriting is a phone number. with wide eyes, you whirl to stare at the door as if you'll see hyunjin still standing there, gazing at you with his playful smirk.

"are you alright?" calls shota from across the way. his brows are furrowed, as are keeho's and intak's.

you peel your eyes away from the entrance and turn a shaky smile on them. calndestinely, your hand crumples the paper and hides it away in your bag. safekeeping.

"y-yeah," you say after a brief pause. "never been better."

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if this does well, I'll write a part two ...

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Yeonjun came from nothing and became everything and Taehyun would miss his presence but he isn’t surprised in the slightest that he is leaving. When Yeonjun had broken the news of his departure earlier that day he couldn’t even muster a shocked reaction. It was to be expected. Deep down everybody knew that Choi Yeonjun was a good leader of the team, and player for that matter, but that didn’t mean he was the leader or player the team needed. His heart and mind were not even there to begin with, and oftentimes Taehyun sorrowly thought his friend was only there to find his good qualities back and earn the respect he had lost because of his careless actions, rather than to truly put his all into hockey and be there. 

Now he understands why and he feels happy for him, truly. When every hockey player decides to go out to celebrate Yeonjun finding his true passion that night and bid him an early goodbye before the last game, he really does feel somewhat okay and most of his smiles and laughs are genuine, but the underlying feeling below it is a bit eerie and too annoying to not notice. He feels angry and kind of lost. 

He doesn’t understand why his hands had been shaking the entire day. He doesn’t really get why — even when he is a bit at peace, and working just fine he still feels like he is about to explode and cry. He moves but he doesn’t feel like he is doing it because he wants to, but rather because he has to. 

Much like Yeonjun’s persistence for things, the feeling Taehyun is brewing with his blood is the same too, and it’s slowly becoming unbearable. 

“Tyun, are you alright?” He hears Kai say after catching his wavering hands retreat from the beer jar to his lap. He is well aware he’s been quieter than normal, gloomier, distracted, and that won’t help him keep his facade any longer. If there’s someone at the table right now that can surely catch onto his antics is Hueningkai. “Tyun…”

“I need to get some air.” Taehyun sentences, dumbly standing up from his seat at the end of the table and catching the attention of the rest of the team. “I’ll be right back guys,” he breathes out with difficulty and pauses, “I think I ate something bad…wanna throw up.” 

Felix frowns but nods nonetheless just like everybody else, but as soon as Taehyun carries his weakened body across the beer factory and stumbles through the door frame of the parking lot exit, he is signaling Kai to follow right after just in case. 

Wooyoung toys around with his empty beer jar for a total of five seconds. His mind is racking itself to find an excuse to go outside as well without having Felix, who’s sitting next to him, asking him any questions. 

He is beyond worried but mostly on the brink of total madness. Three minutes ago he was sure he caught a glimpse of Soobin through the windows of the place, and if he is still out there then it means two members of the hockey team are also out and will most likely run into him. 

Should he say something? Does he have to be the one to put a stop to the celebration? What are the chances anything bad will happen if he just stays quiet? 

And most importantly: if he joins Taehyun and Kai outside, will he really hold them back if they try to start anything with Soobin?

“Woo—.” Felix begins with a soft smile and points at the pizza that has yet to be eaten.

“Soobin is outside and Tyun is —.”

“Yeah, I know. I saw him too,” the blonde interrupts him the same way he has been interrupted mere seconds ago and nods his head to the food with his finger still extended in the air as a pointer. “Let them be outside. Now pass me the pizza.” 

“But yesterday you said —.”

“I know what I said and I take it back.” Wooyoung reaches for the plate with a puzzled look and passes it to his friend. “It’s pointless to try and stop Taehyun. When he gets mad there’s no coming back and we both know it. He’s been shaking the entire day and looking around for Soobin whenever we are out the rink. Do you think, for a second, that me telling him not to do something will make him actually not do it?”

“What about Kai?” 

Felix sighs and bites on the nearest slice of pizza he can get from the plate. He doesn’t even dare to chew and look at Wooyoung to keep the conversation going at all, instead, he just forcefully chimes into another much louder chat the rest of the team is having. 

Wooyoung waits for a few minutes with his eyes fixed on the plate in the hopes of his Aussie friend to turn the attention back to him but that doesn’t happen. 

When Felix reaches out for the second slice he stops him right on time, grabbing onto his wrist.

“What. About. Kai?” Wooyoung accentuates each word with a small pause. 

“It’s a lost cause, Youngie. I don’t know. He’s been…I seriously don’t know. He sort of lost it the moment he fought with Yn, I guess? Since then he’s been weird. If taking it out on Soobin is what he needs to come back then so be it. It’s not like the dude doesn’t deserve it, he was the biggest asshole to Yn — Beomgyu too. I wouldn’t be surprised if that idiot gets punched later on too. It’d be for the better” 

“But — but you always say it’s stupid to fight,” Wooyoung sort of breathes out and releases the grip around Felix’s wrist, jumping from his seat. “What the fuck is going on anymore, Lix? Tae and Kai go on a rampage? Yeonjun leaving the team? You not wanting to stop us from doing something that’s clearly stupid?”

“Woo, lower your voice —.”

“No, fuck this! You all asshats,” Wooyoung calls out and the chatter stops momentarily. “We all did something really, just really, really fucking disgusting and we are here celebrating because we are about to win what we want and at the cost of what?” 

“Youngie, I think you drank too much,” says another player with a grin and the rest of the members giggle, but Yeonjun frowns and lets go of the smile he’s been carrying the entire day. Minho recomposes himself on the chair and tilts his head to the side to look at him better. “Why don’t you go get some air?” 

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself Heesung? What about that, uh?” He barks back to his teammate. “How about we all go fuck ourselves for what we did? You know exactly what I’m talking about!” By now many more students sitting at other tables at the beer place have caught onto the noise and are silently paying attention to his words as well, curious and a bit terrified over the premise of a fight breaking between the hockey team. “We also were a part of this too. We fucking ruined them, and now this is ruining us.” 

Wooyoung knows he is being watched and he is well aware his words can destroy their reputations right on this very second if he dares to speak less vaguely than he’s doing it but he cannot help it, he feels more than simply guilty for what the team had done to you and to every other tennis player. You were all so close to achieving something big this season and they made it a point to tarnish it so harshly now there was almost no future for any player at all. 

If the hockey team were to win this season it would only be another trophy to add to the collection, but if the Wildcats really succeeded at taking any merit award it would be because you and your friends were done dirty by them first.

Whatever happened in between was not on Wooyoung or any member sitting at the table, but who started this was them and it would be horrible if they just brushed past it. Wooyoung couldn’t overlook what he or his friends did anymore. 

“Woo, what’s going on?” Yeonjun asks a bit more softly, removing himself from the chair at a slow pace with a bit of wariness. He seems to want to reach out to his friend more than anything but the inquisitive looks from other students and players kind of intimidate him to the point he ceases movement once he reaches the middle of the path between him and Wooyoung. 

“I can’t do this,” the boy lets the first tear fall from his eyes. “This is so fucked.” 

“I will take him outside,” Felix speaks for the first time in minutes. “He’s really stressed.”

“Yes sure, take me out so I can see how Tyun beats the shit out of someone. Amazing plan, let’s fucking help him while we are at it!” 

Wooyoung words reach out to Minho like an invisible chokehold, cutting the air from his lungs and sending him into a full panic. Once the information sinks in completely, he and Yeonjun are out of the beer factory and running outside without sharing a word. They don’t need any more context than that to know exactly what Wooyoung means and frankly, even if they didn’t have it just the implication of Taehyun punching someone is enough to send them into a frenzy.

TAEHYUN. KAI

“How did it happen?” 

Your fingers drum against the wheel of the car with tranquility. The red light at the end of the street casts a faint shadow over the vehicle’s inside, giving everyone in the back of it a better view of the body laying on their laps. Yeonjun gulps before opening his mouth to explain to the best of his capacity how did Soobin end up so beaten up and completely passed out on the ground — of course knowing this would enrage you even further but still willing to take in the bullets just for the sake of ending this conversation and situation as a whole as soon as possible. 

“Well, you see —.”

“I’m not talking to you, Yeonjun,” you cut him off dryly and only nod to the passenger’s seat, encouraging Taehyun to speak up. “I’m talking to you, Taehyun.” 

“I think it’s pretty self-fucking-explanatory if you ask me. Like any fight, you throw a punch and then the other person throws a punch too...” The boy retorts as sharply as you and you chuckle, restarting your drive once the light turns red. “What else do you want to know? How happened what exactly?” 

“If you are gonna give me an attitude I will turn around right now, drive us to campus and you can carry Soobin all the way to the hospital on your own.” For a few seconds, the car fills only with silence and the soft drumming of your fingers. “Okay great, now go ahead. Explain.” 

“I had a few too many beers —.”

“God.” 

“And was feeling a little too angry because I found out what he did to you, and he was supposed to be a really good friend of mine.” 

“And you took it personally?” You ask more rhetorically than anything. “I was the one that got kicked out, not you. It was my fucking problem.” 

“It is my problem too! He fucking stabbed me and my mom in the back!” 

“Ah yes, it is your problem because whatever is my business is yours now too, right? ‘Cause I’m your fucking sister. That’s why it is our problem now.” 

Hueningkai stops looking at Soobin’s beaten face with utter disgust and shots upright on his seat, almost kicking the passed-out guy he has helped wound on the floor of the vehicle. Yeonjun reacts in the opposite way by stiffening out to the point he becomes as movable as the many light poles he is driving past on the street. 

“What? Cat got your tongue now?” You tsk and speed up a bit through a few other cars. “Everyone in this car knows we are related and we both know we are related too,” you end up by giving Taehyun a brief look before going back to the road. “Actually, you and Soobin knew about us being siblings the longest. Now you don’t even need to worry about telling me, I made it easier for you!”

“Listen, I know you are mad —.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyun.” Yeonjun gulps again. The drumming of your fingers stops altogether and the silence finally becomes too heavy to carry for anybody inside the car. “I don’t need this right now, in fact, I saw Soobin earlier and got a handful of new information to deal with, and you know what? I decided to put an end to whatever bullshit we got between each other for my own sake because I don’t give a shit anymore but I do give a shit about you, and here you go and beat him to a pulp, and for what? How will you cover this, uh? Are you also going to pay your way through this like everybody else or get Minho to help you out as he did with me back then, like the fight I got in to defend Kai?” 

Taehyun breathes out soundly and leans to the side of his seat almost too fast for anyone to catch onto it. One second he is sinking to his spot, taking in all your words as punishment, and the next he is shifting to the side to speak directly to you and only you. 

“Are you seriously gonna take the piss out of me for defending you? He hurt you!” 

“New flash, Tyun, we are in the car with two people that also did that,” you point out, “and that’s not the main problem at all, it is the fact that you are reacting the same fucking way I did and that’s how I got into bigger problems too. You really think you can bottle it all up and just fucking take it on someone with punches and a few beers? That won’t work. I don’t want that for you at all.” 

“God, not this right now,” your brother scoffs like a little kid and goes back to his position. “Soobin deserved it and you know it.” 

“Yes, and dad deserved it too,” your voice comes out so faintly it’s almost a whisper. “I thought dad deserved it too and I punched him to the ground. Our dad. It felt great for a few minutes and then it sucked. It will suck always because you end up acting the same way he usually does, and I know you won’t get it fully but dad is…he sucks ass, okay? And I’m not saying us reacting this way makes us the same as him but it does speak volumes about how similar we can be. It’s gonna hurt, Tyun. At some point, you will snap out of it and you are going to feel worse about this, not because it’s Soobin but because you are more than this fight and you might actually lose things you worked hard for over it.” 

“We won’t let anyone know about this.” Finally Kai chimes in with a bit of nervousness tinting his words. He looks straight ahead to the road as well, no longer interested in engraving each wound on Soobin’s face. “Nothing will happen to Taehyun, I promise.” 

You understand what he means. His words are short and straight to the point, being exactly what you need. Your brother won’t get himself through anything you’ve gone through and if there is a chance Kai will make it not happen and that’s a promise you are sure he will keep. 

“Make sure nothing happens to you either,” you add and Kai smiles weakly. “And no more fuck ups,” everybody hums. “And when Soobin wakes up you are apologizing.” 

“Fuck no,” Taehyun. “I know what I did and I won’t take it back.” 

“You will.” The car slows downs until it ceases its movements right in front of the small hospital near the out of campus. “You did wrong and you need to apologize.” 

“I won't.” 

“If he wakes up and chooses to ruin you he will. You better be on good terms and fucking lick his boots if necessary, I don’t care. You don’t want to be friends anymore with him? So be it, but if he chooses to get back at you for this he will, and the more you add to it the worse it will get for you.” 

“He won’t get back at Taehyun or Kai at all.” Yeonjun chews on his lower lip and swiftly moves his fingers over the door, finding the lock. “I was there. He let himself get punched, it’s like he was enjoying it — I, I don’t really know. He just didn’t fight back, he just took it.” 

“When we ran into him at the back I told him I was going to kick his ass for sure and he didn’t run,” Taehyun adds, “he stood there and said it was okay.” 

“I’m pretty sure no punch you gave him was as bad for him.” You reply a bit absent-mindedly and open the door on your side. “Get him to the emergency room, okay? I will park the car and find you there…and someone call Beomgyu. A member of the family needs to be here for hospital papers and all. And if the doctors ask —.” 

“We will say someone was trying to hurt him and Taehyun tried to defend him,” Yeonjun interrupts. “He got blood all over his knuckles. We need to explain the situation for both.” 

“Fair enough. I will see you in a few and you are calling Beomgyu here.” 

“What? Why me?” 

“Long story. If you don’t piss me out tonight I will tell you.” 

Without expanding any further you urge everyone out of the car and Yeonjun takes over dragging Soobin with the help of Taehyun as they are the strongest. Hueningkai falls back, stopping for a bit too long just to have a few more seconds near the car to shoot you one piece of information that might be or not be valuable to you. 

“I saw Soobin outside and didn’t stop Tyun from going out. I just followed.” 

“You wanted a reason to beat Soobin for a while, I’m not surprised, but do you feel any better after doing it?” 

“I…I don’t know. I — I will apologize.” 

 “What are you going to apologize for?” 

“For hurting him for you. I shouldn’t have gotten in there, now you got more problems to deal with. I bet you just wanted your night to go well and I had to call for help.” 

“I did but I’m here and if you don’t feel guilty for sending him to a hospital but you do feel a bit bad for dragging me here then that’s on you, Kai. If you aren’t sure you’ll fix your attitude later then don’t try and pretend to care about acting any better now. Don’t apologize ‘cause of me, do it because you know what you did was wrong.”