𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung

𝕋𝕖𝕟

"Bloody hell, child, can you just stand up?" Jeno hissed, growing irritated with the lack of cooperation being shown.

"I-I can't!" She exclaimed, face contorting to an image of pain. "You fucking broke my legs?" She screeched, the anger numbing the throbbing pain in her lower half.

"Well you weren't just getting in the bloody van. What else was I meant to do?" Jisung muttered, a bored expression gracing his features as he stepped out of the shadows again, walking towards the girl.

"Don't come near me!" She warned, raising her eyebrow challengingly. "I swear to god Jisung- or whatever your name is."

"Oh get a hold of yourself. You're not special. It's a job, not a fucking choice!" Jisung continued, leaning down to pick the younger up bridal style.

Her legs hung awkwardly over the edge of his grip. From around the shins were discoloured bruises, splotches of grotesque red marks littering what used to be untouched skin.

He stood straight again, ignoring the smirk that played on Jeno's lips haughtily.

"Shut up!" He mumbled, finding the older's attitude close to unbearable.

The ravenette looked from side to side, as if to check if he was the one being spoken to. "But I didn't say anything Sungie," Jeno cheekily claimed, still checking for others.

"Your face says it all, and call me that once more and you'll know what you have coming!" He warned, patience waning at the elder boy's impossible behaviour.

"It's great to see you all getting along and stuff. But my leg is about to fall off, and I would truly appreciate getting it looked at."

The two boys snapped their heads in the direction of the youngest person there, surprised that she was over the initial fear so quickly.

"Wow Jisung. You didn't torment her enough," Jeno sighed, looking Seyeon up and down before clicking his tongue distastefully. "They're usually a little more...terrified."

Seyeon would be lying if she said Jeno's sinister tone didn't make her skin crawl, but she had learned that fear was a weakness. A lesson her father told her would come in handy one day.

She knew her father was right, but she really couldn't stop the agonising pain of adrenaline dying and fear kicking in. It was all so much to handle.

When taking a step forward, Jisung felt the breath that once tickled his neck hitch.

Her leg was dangling, making the likely break or fracture ruin whatever numbing trance she had once been in.

"I know you aren't good guys and all," she started, ignoring the smirk that was still playing in the eldest's lips. "But can I please see a doctor? My leg is too sore to be doing this," she choked out, trying her hardest to keep her curious gaze away from her swollen limbs.

"Whatever."