𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

"Hi there sweetheart. My name is Renjun. Pleasure to meet you," he charmingly muttered, leaning over his desk to stick his hand out. It all seemed so staged though.

Seyeon scowled at his hand, glancing from it to his face rudely.

"And you think I'll touch that?" She questioned, scoffing when he looked taken aback. "Think again sir."

Jisung couldn't hold the chuckle that fell from his lips at the sight of a mere girl putting the Huang Renjun off his game.

"Well then, I guess we got a bratty one?" He asked, head tilting in Jisung's direction, seeing that the brunette had gotten himself together once again.

"Not at all sir, just a fighter."

Renjun pursed his lips, not sure how he felt about this whole situation. He wasn't blind, and he could see that in the day that had past, his emotionless soldier was showing a smile. Jisung hadn't genuinely smiled in years, nor had he laughed, cried or felt.

Emotions were horrid things, always leaving you unsure of your future.

He watched the girl intensely, once again taken aback when the younger stared him straight in the eye, gaze not faltering.

Angered by her nerve, Renjun stood up hastily, chair screeching against the concrete floor. That was the only deafening noise as his hand came in contact with her cheek.

All noise was white noise for a few moments as she tried to regain her senses while ignoring the burning sensation on her reddened cheek.

The pain didn't amount to the pure anger and hatred she felt for these monsters.

"Why did it have to be you of all people? Why couldn't it of been someone easy?" He hissed, eyes trailing away from the girl, backing down from the challenging gaze she sent him.

"Because not all girls are naive and fickle! I refuse to bow to your sadistic and inhumane ways. You deserve nothing...shorty." She mumbled the last bit. It wasn't due to any fear that did indeed run through her, but for the fact that she felt alone, and unable to defend herself in this state.

And as said before, Seyeon hated being alone.

Renjun jumped forward, fist clenched as he rounded the corner of the desk.

His vision was red as he held his fist behind his head, ready to come down on the girl's cheek angrily.

He was surprised when his fist was held, vision dying down as he turned to meet eyes with Jisung who wore a warning glare.

"That's Jeno's job Jun. Cool it down a bit." The leader of the gang bit back a growl, hand shaking as he pulled it from the younger's grip.

"Whatever."

Seyeon felt the tension, not wanting to bathe in that feeling of uneasiness any longer, so she turned to look at Jisung expectantly. "May I leave?"

Renjun and Jisung exchanged a look before the youngest made grabby hands at Jisung, waiting to be lifted back to the grotesque living style she had to adapt to.

"Yes your majesty."