Author's pov..
"Sungie, you can't just kiss me in front of my crush like that. Now he thinks you're my boyfriend!" Felix said, the sunhine of group and a whiny baby at the times when talking aboug his crush.
Jisung, with his signature mischievous squirrel-like grin, shrugged apologetically, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "Sorry, bestie, but Chan was teasing me, so I had to prove I’m not a loser."
Felix groaned, running his hand through his messy hair in frustration.
"Yeah, well, you guys made fools of yourselves in front of your crushes, but do they care? No. Yeunjun’s over there, sitting peacefully with that girl, and Hyunjin’s completely zoned out after hearing Changbin make fun of ferrets again."Jeongin said, the quiet, innocent one with the dimples that always made him look a little too adorable, chuckled.
"I love it when these people are whiny. They’re sooooo cute." Seungmin said, with his puppy face . His voice was soft, but the blush on his face gave him away. He'd never admit it, but he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips when Chan complimented him earlier.
The dorm was filled with their usual antics—chaotic, noisy, but they wouldn't change a thing. And across the room, the drama was just getting started.
"Yeunjun, I told you not to drink that!" Yuna’s voice was high-pitched, filled with annoyance. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
Yeunjun, the tall, carefree guy who always had a laid-back demeanor, looked completely unbothered. He gave Yuna a lazy shrug and rolled his eyes. "Yuna, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop calling me by my name. You're my little sister, not my grandma."
Yuna huffed in frustration, but Yeunjun was already walking away, heading over to Chan with a grin plastered on his face.
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Jisung walked back to his dorm, his mind still buzzing from the chaos of the party. He was half-smiling, half-complaining to himself when something caught his eye. His expression froze.
At the entrance of his building, a group of goons was dealing with something, whispering among themselves. Their eyes flicked toward him. Instantly, Jisung’s heart dropped into his stomach.
Running. He needed to run.
Why did this night have to end like this? Jisung thought, his breath catching in his throat.
'Damn, I wanna cry right now...' He thought.
His mind raced as he turned a corner, but the goons were close behind. Panic flooded his chest, and just as he looked over his shoulder, his foot caught on a crack in the pavement, sending him stumbling forward.
Shit!
Suddenly, he bumped into someone, hard.
"Want me to help you?" the guy said, voice low and steady.
Jisung blinked in surprise, still a bit dizzy. "Why would you help me?" he gasped, catching his breath.
The guy’s face was calm, almost too calm. His sharp gaze met Jisung’s. "Because I need help with something too."
Jisung squinted at him, confused. "What?"
"Contract marriage," the guy said, without missing a beat. "In exchange for this favor."
Jisung stared at him like he’d just suggested they join a circus together. "What? A contract marriage? Are you serious right now?" He shook his head, trying to wrap his brain around the absurdity. "Who would get themselves into this mess? I'd rather get beaten up!"
Just then, one of the goons shouted from behind, “Oh look, I found him!”
Jisung turned, panic setting in. His legs were already starting to ache from the sprint. There was no way he could outrun them.
"Move!" the stranger snapped, grabbing Jisung’s wrist and pulling him into a sharp turn. They ran, fast and silent, and soon Jisung was barely able to keep up with his strange rescuer.
Jisung barely registered where they were heading, but before he knew it, they were standing in front of his own apartment building. He gasped for air, his pulse racing.
The guy, who had still not introduced himself, stopped in front of him. "Now I helped you, and you owe me."
Jisung blinked at him, not fully processing the situation. "Owe you?" he scoffed. "If I owe you, I’ll take you to dinner, not marry you, bro! What the hell?!" He frowned, ready to walk away.
But the guy wasn’t letting go. With a sharp tug on Jisung’s wrist, he yanked him back. Jisung stumbled into his chest with an audible thud, the force knocking the breath out of him.
For a split second, everything went still. Their faces were inches apart, the warm, faintly nervous energy crackling between them. It felt like something out of a movie, the kind of moment that might’ve been romantic if it weren’t so completely unexpected.
But just as Jisung started to catch his breath, his body froze. A cold, hard metal pressed against his waist.
His eyes widened as he glanced down.
A gun.
It was a sleek, shiny pistol pressed on his waist. 'Well this situation isn't that romantic now' jisung thought, he could have laughed at this thought but minho's eyes were sharp if it could cut, jisung would have been in pieces till now.
Jisung’s stomach churned, his body tense, as the world around him seemed to freeze.
