Rubatosis | San mafia au

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣𝟣

𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕆𝕍:

I got home, greeted by Hongjoong. He looked disappointed. I closed the door behind me, swallowing down my anxiety.

"Where were you?" Hongjoong asked. "I told you. I was out with a friend." Hongjoong tilted his head. "Which friend?" He was onto me.

I shifted awkwardly, setting my bag down next to the couch as I sat down. Hongjoong cleared his throat before speaking. "How about I help you out, hm? Were you hanging out with Y/n?" I felt my heart skip a beat. "I- pfft no!" I shook my head.

Hongjoong got up and walked over to me, leaning over the arm of the couch, his face inches from mine. "You're a bad liar, y' know that?" He drew away and walked to the kitchen. I followed him into the kitchen. He grabbed an ice cream carton and a spoon as I tried to defend myself.

"Hongjoong, I wasn't hanging out with Y/n!" He took a bite of his ice cream before pointing the spoon at me. "The more you lie, the angrier I get. You of all people should know that!" I sighed. "Okay, and what if I was," I mumbled.

"Why are you talking to her?" He asked. "Because she's been worked up. She doesn't talk to anyone anymore. She needs someone she's comfortable with running away to if shit hits the fan."

Hongjoong sighed. "Who are you to decide that for her?" He asked. I looked away. He was right; it wasn't in my place to decide that she needed me. "Look, I understand you want to help her. We all do. None of us are excited about this, okay? But I asked you not to talk to her, and you went to talk to her anyway. You need to, at least, have given me a heads up. That way, I'm prepared for if and when it comes to bite me in the ass later on, understand?"

"I'm sorry." I apologized. He nodded. "Was she happy to talk to you?" Hongjoong asked. "It seemed like it. She told me a bit about why she was avoiding us. She seemed relieved."

Hongjoong stuck his spoon in his ice cream. "Your intentions are good." He said, zoning out for a second. "You can continue to talk to her as long as you don't interfere with her and Johnny. Don't cross the line." I nodded. "I won't, thank you." He nodded. "Don't tell the other members either. Especially not San." I agreed.

"K, get outta here." Hongjoong waved me off. I walked into my room, dropping my bag on the floor and plopping down on my bed. I sighed before hearing my phone ring. I picked it up to see Y/n had texted me. 'I'm back at Johnny's. He seems to be feeling a little bit better about everything. Thanks for coming over today! I can't wait to talk to you again!' she texted. I smiled. I missed her. I missed the dorky conversations we used to have, and I was excited that I got to have her back in some way or another. 'I can't wait to talk to you again as well! Text me if you need anything.' I texted back.

Mingi barged into the room, grabbing me by my ankles and pulling me off the bed. "C'mon, we are having a meeting in the living room!" I groaned. "Mingiii, let goooo." I whined as he dragged me off the bed. He laughed before finally releasing me and walking out. I walked out to the living room. Hongjoong sat down next to San, who was rewrapping a deep wound he had gotten in the fight. He was the most beat-up out of all of us. "How are you feeling?" I asked, taking a seat on the other side of him. He huffed a laugh. "Like I got jumped in a parking lot." I rolled my eyes. Hongjoong stood up and got our attention.

He cleared his throat before looking over at me, then looking away. "To get straight to the point, we need to work on our combat perception. San, your defense skills are incredible when you are expecting it, but when it's a surprise, your reactions are late. That's what got you into the recent predicament." San nodded, seeming a bit embarrassed. I squeezed his shoulder to reassure him. "So, I had an idea," Hongjoong spoke. "I want you guys to surprise each other," I spoke up. "You mean we get to beat each other up?" Hongjoong chuckled. "Something like that, yes. But clean fights, only roughhousing. I'm only letting you do this because we need to train, so don't make me regret it." Everyone nodded. "Do we get to fight you?" San smirked. Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Obviously." I stood up and pulled San off the couch. "Wooyoung, I don't feel like roughhousing right now." San sighed. I pouted, "Well, someone has to." Mingi came out of nowhere, almost knocking me off of my feet. And so the roughhousing began.

I won, of course ;)
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no I didn't