Blue Eyed Boy. (j.jk x k.th)

Eight: He's a Good Kid

"Okay, I've been here for more then a week, and I am beyond bored. I am- I am- going crazy in this house." Jeongguk growled from where he was pacing in the living room, black hair wild and eyes wide with exasperation Namjoon watched from the couch, an eyebrow raised. Jeongguk turned towards the leader, eyes sharp as steel as he approached him.

"Namjoon." He began, eyes begging. "You have to understand. I've grown up, every day of my life, fighting. Training. Exercising- doing something! Anything! I can feel myself- dying. I'm slowly dying. It's been a great break, but I need to- I need to MOVE." He sounded slightly crazy, and was being 100% over dramatic, but the leader did understand his desperation.

"Jeongguk, theres a PS4 downstairs if you want to-"

Jeongguk let out a long groan, and began pacing again. He was racking his mind, thinking of any way to workout without anything. He needed to spar, or shoot, or run. Oh, he could run forever.

"Ah, fine. You're like a crack head." Namjoon broke, shaking his head, a slight grin on his face, revealing his dimpled cheeks. "We go to a private gym across the street, we can run there if you'd like."

Jeongguk almost fell over with relief.

"Oh, but don't even think about any shady business," Namjoon added, narrowing his eyes. "I'm being nice here."

"Dear god, thank you."

"I wouldn't go as far as to call me God, but you're welcome."

Jeongguk snickered.

Fresh air. 

Jeongguk felt like a dog or something, thankful for the cool spring breeze, letting his head fall back as he inhaled the scent of rain, grass, and exhaust mingled together to create the scent of Seoul. It was busy but not too busy- people were scattered among the sidewalks, walking and chatting, and cars sent puddles spraying into furious passerby's, followed by a torrent of angry cursing.

Ah, Seoul.

Wearing running shoes, black sweatpants, a black bunny hug and a black mask, he stepped out the door after Namjoon, who wore a similar outfit.

They jogged together down the street where they paused, waiting for the walk sign at the cross walk. Namjoon noticed that Jeongguk's previous excitement and pent up energy seemed to be gone, replaced by a cool exterior, his eyes darting through crowds, seeing everything, watching everything.

Jeongguk was a careful boy, which was good, because he was also a very wanted boy.

Running from the Jackals was no easy feat. They were the most dangerous and largest gang organization in the city. You stayed away from them, and prayed they stayed away from you. Hell, even the police force in Seoul stayed out of their path.

So, Jeongguk did watch. Crossing the street, he kept his head lowered, scanning people for tattoos, keeping track of how long people would follow their same path, and making sure he had never seen anybody before.

The gym looked crusty on the outside, the entrance plain and without signs or windows, but on the inside was exactly what Jeongguk needed.

Wiping off his runners on the door mat, he followed Namjoon into the large but almost empty room. There was a turf on one side, weight racks in the middle, bars and inclined benches, and just about everything else you would want on the left side.

"Dongsoo runs the gym here. Doesn't ask questions, we don't give answers. Knows we're probably from a gang, and he has our last names, but thats all he needs to know. We're friendly, but not close. Don't give him any reason to kick us out." Namjoon spoke in a lowered voice before removing his mask, and offering a smile and hand in a wave to the man across the gym.