❝love is a war and
i am your soldier.❞
꒰ flashbacks and terrifying nights reminding her of who she used to be. one boy never forgot and will do anything to get her back. ꒱
↷ vulgar language/scenes
↷ grammatical errors
↷ major character death
↷ gang...
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The echoing sound of the red car's beep bounced off of every other vehicle around it. The color radiated against the orange sky, laying a honey filter over the usually bright paint job.
The two young adults took a minute to pick up their blanket and throw away their trash before walking over to the vehicle.
"This your car?" Eunjin asked, setting her backpack down on the floorboards before sliding into the leather seat.
Jeno clicked his tongue, putting the keys into the ignition, "I wish but no. It belongs to our leader Taeyong. I think there's a picture of him or something somewhere in here."
"Why would there be a picture of him in here?" Eunjin asked, buckling up.
Jeno laughed, also buckling up. "Honestly I'm not sure but anyway, this is him," he reached down in front of Eunjin, pulling out the picture of the leader from the glovebox.
"Wow," she gawked. "Never mind, if I looked like him I wouldn't mind having pictures of myself in my car."
"Do you think he's good-looking?"
Eunjin nodded, "of course. Why? Are you upset now," she asked, laughing slightly. Jeno didn't answer, ignoring the question as he backed out of the parking space.
"Aw, I'm sorry. You're very handsome as well, Jeno."
"Thank you," he smiled.
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"You wanted to see me?"
Chenle nodded, taking a seat in his usual chair while Jisung took a seat across from him. "Yeah, I needed to talk to you."
Jisung hummed, slouching down like he normally would when he came to see what the older boy was up to. "Alright, go on then."
Chenle was hesitant at first, his right foot began tapping against the floor quickly, a habit he had for when he was a bit nervous.
His fingers tapped nervously against the keyboard, "okay, look. You know how we were playing games in the bedroom yesterday? And then I had to leave in the middle of the last round?"
