The Clan Part 1: Lost (Monsta X / Reader)

Chapter 2

"Jooheon! You jerk!"

The young man just responded with a laugh, kicking the ball away from you just barely out of your reach. You sent him a deadly glare. An amused smirk was obvious on his lips, failing to hide it behind the brim of the dusty blue hat sitting on his short, dark brown hair. It passed directly to Shownu, another young man who was just a few years older than you, with ease and he caught it with his foot. He was undoubtedly the eldest in your closely knit circle of friends, with his superior physique and natural leadership skills which surpassed even the members of your clique who weren't currently present.

"Hey mister!" The young boy who owned the handmade ball called. "May I have it back?" Shownu grinned and dribbled it a few times without it falling before skillfully bouncing it back to the young boy, who now gawked at him in awe.

When he turned back around, you stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to let out a small chuckle. "Show off," you muttered.

He modestly shrugged his broad shoulders, still smiling, and waved for your group to continue. "We need to hurry if we're going to meet the others on time."

You took a step forward, but was stopped by a hand that had reached out to ruffle your (H/C) hair in a teasing manner. You quickly tried to duck out of reach while turning to swat the hand away, causing you to stumble over a large crevice in the road. Loud laughter was heard and you spun around to see who it was, even though you already knew: a tall boy about two years or so older than you with messy black hair and bangs that fell over his dark brown eyes. Compared to the other two guys, he was leaner instead of muscular, but you knew that he was completely capable of being strong if he ever wanted to.

"Shut up Hyungwon!" You huffed before swiveling your head to scowl at Jooheon for trying to mess up your hair. He was already in front of you, however, attempting to catch up with Shownu, who had left you all behind. Rolling your eyes, you and Hyungwon followed suit, jogging up behind them.

It was bright outside since it was mid afternoon, and the sun shone down, gently warming your skin. Your small group of four traveled down the sloping, imperfect, cracked streets of the small village, stopping every few houses or so to greet the people spending time outside. Many of the residents were always kind, despite appearing the same as your group of friends, dressing in somewhat ragged looking clothes that were worn mainly for comfort instead of luxury.

Your mind subconsciously drifted back to when the people residing here were able to live in prosperity. Or at least your version of prosperity. Many people had different opinions on the meaning of it, but in the past the buildings used to be clean and well-kept, completely unlike they are now. Ever since the military took over, the houses around you began to lose their comfort, windows broken and rubble everywhere, new houses built densely packed in order to keep better control. Your village rested on a hillside, so houses now were also built based on elevated hierarchy, leaving people without enough to cram into the settlements at the bottom.

Your brain had traveled to various other subjects as well, but one nagging thought kept bothering you. You stole a glance at the boys who were walking alongside you. "So where did you guys run off to yesterday?" Jooheon's head swiveled to look at you for a moment, reading your face to predict what you were trying to ask. When he realized he was right, he gestured to Shownu, shaking his head slightly in a vain attempt to keep you from asking your next question.

"(Y/N)..." he warned in a low whisper. "Don't-"

He should've known it wouldn't work. You pressed on, completely ignoring him. "You guys didn't do that weird stuff again with-"

"(Y/N), you shouldn't ask questions about things you don't know anything about," Shownu cut you off curtly, barely looking in your direction. The silence that followed was horrible, only the sound of stones crackling under your shoes could be heard. Your (E/C) eyes, filled with hurt at being brushed off so easily, scanned over the faces of Hyungwon and Jooheon, but they avoided your sharp gaze, instead uncomfortably keeping their eyes cast down at the ground. None of them had offered any answers to your question.