𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // Donald Na X Fem Reader

{23} The Fair

A.N.
Sorry for not posting on the right dates, I've been a little off recently❤
Also Donald is 17 in Korean years, because when you're born there you're considered a year old. He's considered 16 in North America and Europe. So I used 16 when talking about it.

•Y/N POV•

Kingsley took me to a small fair. It's well beyond night time and the sky is beautiful. A breeze blew, causing me to slightly shiver. I followed Kingsley around, until he stopped by a ride and pulled his phone out. I patiently waited, looking around and then at my phone when it buzzed.

Jake:
Hey, so I was thinking, what if we grab a bite to eat this weekend? It's been a while since I've spent one on one time with you

Me:
I have plans this weekend. Sometime tomorrow or next week?

Jake:
Are you busy right now?

Me:
A little, why?

Jake:
I see you standing with Donald's errand boy. Mind if we join?

Me:
We?

A message popped up on my screen and I clicked it.

The Hyper One:
We😘
Let us join ho

Me:
Feel free
Are the others with you?

The Hyper One:
Yep

Before I could look around for them, an arm was wrapped around my shoulder and I was pulled back into someone. When I looked up I was greeted with Aera's bright smile.

"Hey, bitch," she laughed. "Ya feelin' any better?"

"Yeah," I smiled at her and then I was pulled from her arms and into a hug. I immediately recognized Prim's perfume.

"Where's Donald?" Min asked from behind me.

"On his way," Kingsley looked from face to face, eventually stopping at Jake's.

"Ooh, Mr. Na is coming to the fair?" Jake laughed. "It's almost like we knew that."

"What?" I looked at him, curiously.

"What do you think we're all here for, stupid?" Verose spoke up. "We've been following you since Dean and Aera saw you outside of that restaurant."

"Why?" I quirked a brow.

"To make sure that Jeong didn't come back to hurt you," Crash's voice filled my ears. I turned around to find him grinning down at me. Did they all finally accept him? That was fast.

"He won't leave," Verose glared at him. "He keeps saying that he won't go anywhere without Prim."

"Pinky," he glared at Verose.

"Shut up," she looked at Prim. "Take his shirt off, you're boosting his ego."

I looked at Prim's shirt. That's the same shirt Crash had last night. Was that what she was wearing when she came back? I hadn't even noticed with everything everything had happened.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist and I tensed up as I was pulled into yet another hug; but this person is stronger than Aera. Who could this be?

I looked down and saw tattooed hands, peeking out of a long sleeved, high-end brand, black jacket. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and looked up at Donald. "You sure took your time."