Lost in Translation Drabbles

K - Breathless (MinWon)

         

The first time Jaewon met him was on accident. He had been heading home after grabbing a few spare items from what would become his past residency and was striding through the bustling town. One hand holding onto the strap of his bag, and the other with his phone in his hand, he used his thumb to scroll through his messages while contemplating whether he should ask the boys if they wanted something to eat. Smiling to himself, he already knew the answer.

Dongho was fine, as long as he didn't have to cook, Minsoo was always down for free stuff, and Daehyun was a bottomless pit begging to be fed. It was astounding how he never seemed to gain weight. Still looking down at his phone, he winced as his shoulder made contact with another.

"Ah, sor-" he stopped, then trailed off "ry." He could feel the curiosity etching itself on his face as he looked at the man before him. He had blue and pink hair, large eyes, and pretty lips. Jaewon blushed at the last thought. But his hair... is he an idol, too? Jaewon's train of thought broke once those lips opened.

"Hey, I know you. You're that kid from Mayhem. Wyld, right?" the boy's voice was pleasant, and seemed slightly curious, too. A smile played on Jaewon's lips as he went to speak again.

"Ah, yeah... Are you a fan-" He started to ask but was cut off, and a strange sense of frustration coursed through him as a sarcastic laugh left the pretty boy's mouth.

"Fan? No, I'm more like your competition," he said with a lazy grin. Sighing quickly, Jaewon's eyebrows furrowed as the man chuckled, starting to walk away.

"What do you mean by that?" Jaewon called after him, and he stopped. Who exactly is he?

"So, you don't know who I am, huh? That's going to change, I'm sure," he grinned, looking more malicious as time passed. "Well, now that I've finally met you in person, I've come to realize something. Mayhem's just a group full of nobodies."

Jaewon's blood ran cold as he stared at the boy who had once looked so soft and attractive and now seemed to have grown two heads. Why does he hate us so much? Jaewon was used to the backlash towards himself, but not towards the others. They were good, and he was nothing. He wanted to walk away, but his mind chose his mouth over his legs.

"Is there something you have against us?" He asked quietly, turning away. Although he was familiar with people acting odd with him, or even explaining how disgusting of a human he is, he had never had it in front of him like this. Normally it was through a screen, which was easier to ignore. Yet, every word out of this kid's mouth was a punch to the chest. It was getting hard to breathe.

"It's personal, actually. But I do need you to deliver a message for me," he started, and Jaewon whipped around in curiosity. "About SSC... Tell Minsoo I said let the better group win."

And with that, he was gone. Then, suddenly it started to make sense, but for confirmation, he hurried home to the others, deciding takeout was the best option.

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Opening the front door and kicking off his shoes, while replacing them with slippers, he called out for Minsoo. His head peeped out from the kitchen, a bag of chips in hand.

"Do you need anything, Jae?" His eyes were wide and concerned. If you took away the concerned look, it was almost an exact replica. Clearing his throat, he ran his hand through his hair.

"Would you happen to know about a rude pretty boy with cotton candy hair who seems to have something against you?"

Minsoo grimaced, and Jaewon took that as a confirmation. He had just met Lee Minsoo's brother, Minsung, and thought he was attractive. That would be something best left out of his explanation of how he came across the other's brother.