𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung

𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

It couldn't of been much later when Ten walked in, hands in the pockets of his black leather pants. His black hair was slicked back and his lip was caught between his teeth in a focused manner as he watched the younger.

"Renjun has requested that you eat dinner with us. He need to discuss something with you," Ten muttered, coming closer to the girl to help her up from the ground.

Seyeon pushed against Ten, using him to get up.

"Thank you," she mumbled, not well acquainted with the older.

She had met most of them at some stage, but only really spoke naturally with Jisung, Jeno and Jaemin.

Jaemin had been doing regular check ups to make sure she was healing, even if she was being held captive.

Jeno, on the other hand, was still creepy, and he had a weird way of getting a little handsy. But Jisung was usually there to give him a warning, and that always settled Seyeon.

She had decided that making more enemies than friends wasn't one of her smartest ideas, and had learnt to hold her tongue better than when she had first met both Renjun and Yangyang.

"Look kid, I don't know what your business is, but I recommend only speaking when spoken to. And with Renjun.....I'd shut the hell up," he warned, eyes set in the door ahead.

As he opened the door, the aroma of cooking came wafting through Seyeon's nose.

She was close to commenting on the smell but soon remembered how standoffish Ten was, and so she decided it would be better to wait until she sat beside Jaemin to say anything like that.

She had learnt that the medic was quite the lover of food. During one of her checkups, he had mentioned his dreams to become a connoisseur, yet when Seyeon asked more about it, he became quite defensive and no longer easy to get along with.

Of course Jaemin wasn't one to hold grudges, something she had noticed throughout her stay.

As she entered the kitchen, she noticed many faces she recognised, yet many she had not yet met.

There were five spare chairs, one for her, Ten and three others.

She met eyes with Jisung briefly, sending him a friendly smile but receiving that of a sarcastic one in return.

He had his nice moments, where he had grown willing to share his time with her, but suddenly when everyone else was there he became as cold as he was when she had first arrived.

Letting a crestfallen look fall upon her face, Seyeon moved her gaze from Jisung to a familiar enemy.

Renjun never looked pleased, and of course in the presence of the difficult teen, he struggled to even pretend.

Ten led her to the seat between Jeno and Jaemin, while he sat between Xiaojun and Yangyang, who was staring daggers at Seyeon.

Jeno let his hand fall to rest on Seyeon's thigh, dangerously close for her liking.

She subtly pushed his hand away from her, but was met with a killer grip on her leg.

She winced slightly, pain from the fracture and the hold he had on her staring to add up.

"Jeno....don't touch her."