Annyeongz One-shots

51. Sorry

This is the continues chapter of camp...

The campus was quiet again, wrapped in deep blue night.

Yujin walked with his hands in his pockets, steps slow, eyes unfocused. Sleep still wouldn’t come, and lying in bed just made his thoughts louder.

Then he spotted a familiar figure near the training field fence.

“…You too?” he called lazily.

Wonyoung turned, a little startled, then relaxed. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Copycat.”

“You don’t own insomnia.”

He stopped beside her, leaning back against the cold metal fence. “You’re gonna regret this tomorrow.”

“So are you.”

“Yeah, but I’m used to suffering.”

She looked at him sideways. “That’s not a flex.”

He shrugged. “Didn’t say it was.”

For a moment, it was just them and the soft wind brushing through the field. The floodlights were off, only moonlight painting the ground silver.

“You’re still using that hand too much,” she said quietly.

“It works, doesn’t it?”

“That’s not the point—”

Before she could finish—

A hard impact hit Yujin’s back.

His body lurched forward, one hand catching the fence to stop himself from falling. Pain shot up his injured hand, sharp enough to make his jaw tighten.

“Wow,” a voice sneered behind them. “Sneaking out at night just to flirt?”

Wonyoung’s eyes widened. “What are you—”

The guy stepped closer, smirking. “Didn’t know training camp was a dating spot.”

Yujin straightened slowly, rolling his shoulder once. “You done?”

“Or what? Gonna assemble a rifle at me?” He laughed. “Careful with that hand though. Wouldn’t want it to break again.”

Wonyoung stepped forward. “Stop it—”

Boots echoed across the pavement.

All three froze.

The lieutenant’s voice cut through the night. “What is going on here?”

He strode toward them, expression dark.

The guy spoke first, fake innocence all over his face. “Sir, I saw them sneaking out together. Thought I should report.”

Yujin didn’t even bother defending himself.

The lieutenant looked between Yujin and Wonyoung. “Out of dorm after lights out. Both of you.”

Wonyoung lowered her head slightly. “Yes, sir.”

“Punishment. Now.”

Yujin’s eyes sharpened.

The lieutenant pointed toward the field. “Full gear run around the track. Then push-ups and planks. Together.”

Wonyoung’s face went pale for just a second — barely noticeable.

But Yujin saw.

He knew her limits. He’d seen how hard she pushed herself already.

That punishment? It would wreck her.