Error 9:: Yang Jeongin X Reader

Unforeseen Problem

Sammie dodged another blow from Bangchan, landing one of her own straight into his stomach. He stumbled backwards, pain spread across his face. Sammie got back into her stance, fists held just a little ways from her face, her feet planted firmly apart from each other. Who knew such a small girl could pack a large punch? It had been obvious that Bangchan had underestimated her from the start, and that happened to be his downfall.

Bangchan raised his hand in surrender. Sammie huffed, placing her hands on her hips and pouting out her lips.

"Geez done already? I thought you guys were men!" She moved what hair she had from her face and sashayed out of the training room. Bangchan looked a bit crestfallen, but made no comment. He went towards the bathrooms, disappearing inside. Willow's eyes widened.

"It's my turn. . .isn't it?" She cast a meek glance at Cat, who nodded in return. Willow visibly gulped and walked out onto the mat. I watched with an amused smirk. Sure it would be wiped from my face as soon as I made my way out to the mat, but I might as well enjoy my safety at the moment. Willow waited patiently for her chosen opponent, perspiration gathering on her forehead. 

Changbin walked out, fists wrapped in some sort of bandage. He examined the wrapping job, then looked up at Willow. I knew immediately what kind of fighter he was. His chin was down, meaning he was not going to underestimate Willow. He was watching her every movement, hand clenching and unclenching. He was a brutal, yet strategical fighter. Willow had absolutely no chance. No chance unless she had some trick up her sleeve.

Cat rang the bell, watching as Changbin ran in for the first blow. This was a fight I refused to see the outcome of. I stood from my seat and walked out into the hall. I made my way towards Thomas' room, knocking three times on his door. I heard a grunt for a response, then let myself in. Thomas had goggles strapped to his face, not an uncommon sight. He was working with an odd looking mechanism. 

I tilted my head, leaning against his desk to observe what he was doing. He glanced up at me with a slightly irritated expression.

"Did you need something?" He asked gruffly, taking off his goggles and throwing them aside. 

I shrugged nonchalantly, actually unsure as to why I had made my way to Thomas' room in the first place. Maybe it was the terrible bubbling feeling in my stomach, or the unease about the plan settling down on my shoulders.

"Are you positive we are prepared for this? The boys weren't able to hack fully into JYP labs, and yet here we are planning an infiltration. What makes you so sure that this will go well?" Questioning Thomas wasn't something one did without hesitation. Thomas, most of the time, had everything planned out accordingly. It was as if the guy had future sight or something.

"I've told everyone this already, (Y/N). My calculations say that things will go well, and science is almost never wrong."

I suppressed a cringe as he said 'almost'. Hearing 'almost' from Thomas was like hearing 'give up' from Bangchan. In short, it wasn't likely the words were to be uttered from either of the men's mouths. 

Thomas noticed my unease, sighing and scratching his cheek.

"I know your worried about the entire thing, but you have to have faith. Cat wouldn't let anything happen to any of us under her watch, and neither will I. Now, get along. I think I heard someone calling you from the training room." Thomas shooed me away with his hands, returning back to his strange project.

I left, sulking slightly. My expression quickly changed to shock when I saw Changbin sitting on the bench looking enraged. Sammie was patting a slightly stunned looking Willow on the shoulder. I almost laughed at the realization that fragile Willow beat tough guy Changbin.