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fifty-one; jungki

"yah," woojin stated to the boy who was awake now, "you feeling well?"

zheng ting shook his head, orange hair falling over the bruises on his forehand. "i'm okay..." he whispered, too afraid to speak fully in the presence of two quite intimidating men, one of them being his soulmate.

"that's a lie." eunki commented, brushing aside how familiar zheng ting's voice sounded.

woojin, suprisingly, laughed at eunki, causing the bruised chinese boy to glare at them.

"my boy eunki is a good judge of character." woojin mused sarcastically.

eunki grinned, bashful, and lowered his head, while zheng ting shot up from laying down into a sitting position, instantly putting his hand on his head.

"dumbass," woojin commented, patting zheng ting's thigh, "you're still recovering."

hissing softly, the chinese boy pulled his hand away from his head and stared at eunki.

"you're n-name is eunki?" he asked softly, leaning closer. woojin watched the small exchange, then, suddenly noticing the heavy air, slipped out of the room.

"yes," eunki confirmed, "why do you ask?"

"eunki, it's me, jungjung."