The Boy With The Sad Eyes

07.

"Damn it, fuck you Seven." Y/n grumbled watching Yut Lung and a little short guy argue through a crack in the closet. Seven had told Y/n to go hide in a closet because they were under attack, turns out he lied, and only wanted to talk to S/n in private. "He could've just asked." Y/n sighed deciding to listen in on the conversation.

Yut Lung walked up to the other boy and smacked him. "Whoa what the hell.." Y/n said quietly. The boy, however smacked Yut Lung back which sent him falling to the floor. Y/n knew it was serious but she couldn't help but laugh. Covering her mouth with her hand she waited to see what would happen.

Y/n hadn't realized that Yut Lung was in his room before she went in the closet. She didn't even know the boy with black hair was in there until the smack.

It's too cramped in here I'm getting out, at this point I don't care if Yut Lung yells, he doesn't do much else to me anyhow.

Y/n kicked the closet door open which sent stares her way. Both from Yut Lung and the boy. "What the hell? You have someone hostage in a closet?" The boy questioned staring at Y/n who was staring at the gun in his hand. "What the hell were you doing in my closet?" Yut Lung questioned picking himself up off the ground. "Who's this?" Y/n asked pointing down at the boy who now had an angry look on his face.

"That is Sing. He's a brat you can't trust and he's really annoying trust me." Yut Lung explained casually sitting on his couch. Sing smirked and said, "I'd say that description fits you better don't you think?" "No." Yut Lung replied playing with his hair. "Who are you?" Sing asked Y/n suspiciously. Y/n turned to look at him. "I'm his clothes designer. Um, that's it." Y/n said awkwardly slowly putting the hand she held up for a shake, back to her side. "That's it? You look familiar." Sing replied.

"I do?" Y/n questioned looking at Sing. She'd never seen him before. "Yeah, you're the girl who wears a lot of make up and blabbers about nonsense and some sister that never appears, all the time on the news. I have to say you look really different without make up." Sing laughed. "Wait." Y/n said letting what this boy had just said sink in. "That's my sister...." Y/n muttered embarrassed.

"Wait so that's not you?" Sing questioned. "No, it's my sister. But I agree with the part about looking different without make up. She looks more like me with it than without it if it you know what I mean." Y/n replied turning to Yut Lung. Yut Lung was frowning and pouting. "Y/n why were you in my closet?" Yut Lung questioned sitting upright on his couch. He gave the girl an angry look that sent chills down her spine. "Yikes! Uh, you see Seven lied to me and said we were under attack, but he just wanted to talk to S/n in-" "S/n L/n?" Sing asked cutting Y/n off.

Y/n turned to look at Sing confused. "Yeah her. Wait I'm so confused, I'm running off of 3 hours of sleep, what's going on here?" Y/n said panicking. Yut Lung gave Sing a weird look. "You can drop the act now." Sing said. "What act?" Y/n said quickly getting annoyed. On top of getting no sleep she was now in a situation where she didn't know what was going on and no one cared to explain. "You know damn well what act." "What act you short fuck?" Y/n asked nearly punching Sing. Yut Lung burst out laughing at the nickname.

Y/n turned to Yut Lung and couldn't help but stare at his beautiful face. The rare times he actually laughed were something Y/n would never forget. His face, so carefree, his worried and frustrated look, gone. His hair lightly brushing against his face. But most of all, the girl could no longer see his eyes. His eyes were shut tightly as tears fell from the laughter. It really changed the way he looked.

"Shut up!" Sing shouted. Yut Lung took a deep breath and stopped laughing as his gaze landed on Y/n who looked as if she was daydreaming. Her eyes were slightly closed with a bright but small shine in them. "You really do have a staring problem." Yut Lung said as he laid back on his couch with his cheeks tinting red.