Family (Mafia Stray Kids AU)

I am deprived of your love.

It was third hour when Dae got bored watching tier fives learn and wandered off to find her other fathers.

She ended up in 3racha's class, secretly sitting with the rest of the students.

She sat quietly listening to their lecture; fighting with restraints. To Dae, that was quite hard to learn, but once you get techniques down, you never forget. She shivered slightly at the memory of crying as Jisung tied her to a chair, whispering apologetic words as he did so.

Chan subconsciously scanned the classroom as he talked, making eye contact with Dae in the process.

"Dae, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Dae giggled, a bright smile on her face. "I was bored, so I came to visit my favorite people," She cooed.

Jisung rolled his eyes, but she could tell that comment made him happy. "You already graduated, you already learned this. Go back to teaching."

"Don't make me!" She whined, throwing her head back. "Let me stay for this lecture, then I'll leave."

Chan sighed and pointed to his desk. "You sit there if you're going to stay and watch."

"Keyword, watch," Changbin adds, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Dae jumps to her feet and skips to their desk, plopping herself on the chair.

They continued with teaching, barely acknowledging Dae, but she didn't mind.

Until they brought her into the lecture.

"Tomorrow we'll be actually doing sparing with restraints. Now, this might be very scary for a lot; being tied down then forced to fight. Dae," The girl looked up, confused. "What happened the first time you sparred restrained?"

Dae looked somewhat offended as Jisung asked her that question; forcing her to recall a memory she didn't exactly want to remember.

"You told me to just watch," She mumbled sadly, just loud enough to hear.

"Dae," Chan silently warns.

Dae sighs, looking up and looks at Chan with hurt eyes. "I started crying hysterically as Jisung tied me up. I don't like being restrained." She states quietly, feeling vulnerable.

"This is a normal reaction from people. Some of you will have this reaction, during or immediately after." Changbin explains, ignoring how upset Dae looked from being dragged into the lesson. 

"But this concludes our class for today, the last 10 minutes use to get out of your training clothes." Chan dismisses. The students run towards the locker rooms, leaving Dae and her 3 fathers alone.

"Why were you so upset about answering a question? You usually love talking about training with us." Changbin questions, not angry just slightly annoyed.

"You exposed one of my weaknesses," Dae answers, looking at the floor.

"Oh, we didn't think of that, I'm sorry." Chan sincerely states, looking at her softly.

She shrugs, shaking her head. "It's fine, most people probably assumed after Siwoo. Speaking of which, I wonder what happened to him."

"Dae, sometimes I wonder what the fuck Minho is teaching you," Jisung sighs, facepalming.

"What?" She ponders innocently.

"He's dead, baby." Chan bluntly points out.

Dae's eyes widened. "D-Dead?"

"I love you a lot Dae, but you're so oblivious."

"Why did you kill him?"

"Potential blacklist traitor, threatening authority. A few pretty big things."

"It was out of rage wasn't it?"

Jisung sheepishly chuckled, "It could've slightly been because of that too."

"Can I visit you guys next hour?" Dae begged, her doe eyes looking up at them.

"After you check in with Dahyun and Chaeyoung, you may. But our break is next hour, so it might be pretty uneventful."

"That's fine, I just want to see you guys!"

Chan's eyes brightened and he ruffled Dae's hair. "you're being so lovey today."

"Is that bad?" She adorably pouted, before brightly smiling.

"You're usually extremely professional at school, this is new."

"you've deprived me of love." Dae feignedly mourned. "So now I'm desperate."

The bell rang and Dae's face lit up, she quickly skipped out of the classroom waving goodbye to 3Racha.

She skipped all the way to Dahyun and Chaeyoung's classroom.

"Hi, guys!" She cheered. "Just stopping by!"

Before the girls responded she was already gone, running back to the combat room.

"I'm back!" She squealed, bursting into the room.

Inside of the classroom, not only did she find 3Racha, but she found Hyunjin in there as well.

"Jinnie!" Dae burst, running to the driver, she gave him a huge hug.

"Hi lovely." he hesitated slightly, only because he was surprised to see soft Dae. "What are you doing here?"

" 'Racha said I could hang out in their room. So here I am. What about you Jinnie?"

"It's my break too, and I decided to stop by, not having any extra work to finish."

"Channie wants a hug!" Chan whined, pouting his lips slightly. None of the students will ever see him like this, but he felt safe knowing the door was locked and soundproof.

Dae giggled loudly and sprinted to him crashing in his arms.

"I love you," Chan mumbled against her shoulder.

"Dae Dae," Jisung calls, "Let me try braiding your hair!"

"Sungie, the last time you braided my hair you tangled it so bad we almost had to cut it."

"I won't fail that bad this time!"

And there Dae was sitting; with her eyes closed in between Jisungs legs as he concentrated heavily on her hair.

"Babygirl," Changbin started, "Why have you been so lovey today?"

"I told you," She replied calmly, her voice laced with relaxation "I am deprived of your love."

Chan clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. "Baby, that might be the cute answer, but can we please have a mature Dae answer?"

She sighed, relaxing into Jisung more. "I feel like I've been growing up too fast and forcing myself to mature faster then I need. So, I'm trying to be a kid again, and be mature Dae only when I need to."

Jisung ties the hairband around the second braid; wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he presses her to his chest.

"Do what you want, if you want to be small again, we'll support you. But I need mature Dae when it's time to be mature." Hyunjin compromised softly.

Dae smiled melting into Jisung, "deal."

"Did I do a good job?" Jisung questions unsurely.

Dae feels her head, feeling a solid and consistent braid. "You did great Sungie."