𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

"Lee Seyeon, it's nice to meet you," Taeyong said, extending his hand out for a shake.

Reluctantly, Seyeon gripped onto it with the hand that wasn't wrapped around Mark's waist for support.

"And you."

Seyeon could read Renjun like an open book. As the older stood to Taeyong's left, you could see the look of complete confusion written in his face.

"Why did I get the snarky comments?" He looked around, eyes dancing between Seyeon, Taeyong and Mark.

"'Cause I was scared, Renjun. Don't take these things so personally," she replied nonchalantly. She felt taken aback when the the Huang Renjun laughed. But unlike her other encounters with him, it was airy and happy, a hint of amusement lacing the noise.

It was unlike any of the menacing chuckles that she had heard from him before.

It suited him. A pretty laugh for a good looking boy.

All was swiftly cut off when Jaemin rushed in, eyes frantic.

"Xaoijun has taken a turn. The bullet wound, which cut in his side, has now gotten infected." After Jaemin's words, the four boys and girl looked at each other, unreadable expressions gracing their faces at this sudden unfortunate news.

"Mark, take Seyeon back to the basement," Taeyong instructed, turning away from the pair and following Renjun and Jaemin to the door.

"Wait, Taeyong," Seyeon called politely, voice still weak from the moment of rush. "Do I seriously still have to live in the dank basement? Can't you trust me at all?"

Taeyong sucked in a deep breath, letting his gaze stray to Renjun who merely nodded at Taeyong while clicking his tongue thoughtfully. The red head released a shaky breath before giving some signal to Mark that Seyeon didn't quite understand.

"You will be bunking with the boys though, 'cause this place is not luxurious and big." You could see the worried glint in his eye, so Seyeon knew that his judgement was clouded.

"Thank you." At the girl's world, both Renjun and Taeyong stopped.

"Don't make me regret it."