WITH YOU - haechan

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— PUNCH

2 days left

Bloodied and bruised fists pummeled against bones and flesh, a cracking noise flowed through the air along with groans of pain. Feeling satisfied with the condition of the man under him, Donghyuck pushed himself off the unconscious man. He wiped his lip with the back of his hand, his rings grazing the fresh cut. Holding his hand in front of his face, he silently gazed at the smear of dark blood.

A maniac chuckle echoed throughout the deserted alley. Reeling his foot back, Donghyuck landed a hard kick to the man's stomach, a sickening crunch emitting from the impact.

A calloused hand gripped the young boy's shoulder.

"That's enough, Donghyuck." Taeyong muttered quietly, his fingers gently digging into the boy's jacket to reduce further damage. "You're turning 20 in two days. Your soulmate is gonna feel everything you do, so I'd suggest lay off the fighting for awhile."

The teenager scoffed, shrugging off the older's palm. "Who said I cared about my soulmate?" Without a second glance, he walked away, the shadows blanketing his figure preventing Taeyong from seeing his whereabouts.

"Aish this kid." A sudden grip on the leader's wrist, urged him to turn his head in its direction. Seeing his second in command, his shoulders visibly relaxed. "Jaehyun."

"Just leave him be for now. Sooner or later he'll realize the importance of a soulmate." Jaehyun reasoned lowly, remembering his personal experiences when it was his coming of age.

Taeyong curtly nodded, his pink hair messily covering his forehead. "Let's head home then, he'll probably just wander around before coming back home." With quick steps, the two men trailed back to their car before slipping in and heading off to their shared home.

As his older members reached their home, Haechan silently roamed the city of seoul alone. A heavy weight pushed on his shoulders as he trudged his way to a familiar bar. The bright neon lights cascaded onto his hardened features, illuminating his pissed off expression.

Annoyed was an understatement of what he was feeling. I don't need a soulmate. He thought to himself, pushing the glass doors to the building open. The smell of cigarettes filled his nostrils, causing them to flare from the sudden bitterness.

Slowly walking to the counter, his mind trailed off.

Despite the burning hate he felt towards his soulmate, he was still curious of who they'd be. It was only a matter of a few more days until he'd figure out their identity.