Annyeongz One-shots

52. Sorry ( 2 )

Ryujin leaned back against the wall, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Guys... guess what? Without realizing it, there's only one week left until this camp ends."

For a moment, silence-then chaos exploded.

Karina groaned, throwing his hands up. "ONE WEEK?! That's barely enough time to eat properly, let alone survive the lieftunan's crazy drills! I need a manual!"

Gaeul, leaning lazily against the corner, smirked. "Manual? You mean a survival guide for Yujin? Because he's basically running laps in his sleep by now. The man's unstoppable."

Yuna clutched his forehead dramatically. "Seven days? That's not enough! I'm still recovering from the mud, the push-ups, and... everything else. I need a vacation first!"

Yena flopped onto the nearest bench, mock-pacing. "I DEMAND extra whining hours! One week? That's cruel. Cruel, I say!"

Hitom shook his head, holding an imaginary microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present: The Final Week of Endless Torture. Tickets sell out fast, apparently."

Yujin, sitting casually with arms crossed, let out a faint smirk. "Tickets? Oh, I didn't realize I was the entertainment. You guys really are dramatic."

Yena gasped, clutching his chest. "Excited? NO! I'm TERRIFIED! Yujin doesn't even flinch at anything! How are we supposed to survive?!"

Karina jabbed at him with a laugh. "Seriously, Yujin, do you even sleep? You make this look way too easy."

Gaeul leaned closer, whispering, "Legend already. If there was a medal for surviving his punishment laps, he'd have a whole shelf by now."

Yuna groaned again, flopping onto the floor. "I'm still traumatized from yesterday! And now, one more week... one more week!"

Hitom saluted dramatically at Yujin. "Sir Yujin, your heroics shall be written in the camp's history. Or feared. Maybe both."

Ryujin shook his head with a laugh. "Better enjoy it while you can, everyone. After this week, no more excuses for Yujin to act like the perfect, untouchable legend."

Yujin leaned back, smirking faintly as everyone continued throwing silly jokes and mock complaints at him. Deep down, he enjoyed the chaos-seeing his friends worn out, dramatic, and laughing together made the grueling training just a little lighter.

The door creaked open, and the staff stepped inside, their presence calm but purposeful. Yujin barely raised an eyebrow as they approached him, still sprawled on the cot, his body stiff and sore from the punishment he had endured. Behind him, all the boys-Ryujin, Gaeul, Hitom, Yuna, Yena, Karina-were standing awkwardly, a mix of concern and curiosity on their faces. Some leaned against the walls, others fidgeted with their hands, clearly unsure how to act around Yujin in this state.

"Alright, Ahn Yujin," one of the staff said, glancing at the group of boys nervously, "we're removing the IV drips. You've rested long enough. You can get back to your dorm now."

Yujin flexed his hands slowly, testing the stiffness in his palms, and gave a low, almost imperceptible grunt. "About time," he muttered, his voice rough from lack of sleep and exertion. The boys shifted uncomfortably, glancing at each other. Seeing Yujin like this-exhausted, battered, but still so composed-made their usual teasing feel awkward.

The staff carefully disconnected the IV lines, tucking them aside, and offered a small nod toward the boys. "You can leave him be now," they said firmly, giving a look that silently warned them not to crowd him.

"Don't let him try anything stupid on the way back," the other staff member added. "One wrong step and those injuries could worsen."

Yujin pushed himself upright, his body protesting in tiny bursts of pain, but his expression remained flat, nonchalant. "Relax. I can handle walking," he said, his tone calm yet edged with his usual casual arrogance.