hoodie ━ yeonbin. ✓

[ 🎡²⁴ ] pretty.

yeonjun arrived at the little shop where his presence had been demanded.

he checked his phone once again, eyes searching hungrily for any kind of sign that soobin had seen the missed calls or offered a chance to explain what happened.

more importantly, if he was okay.

but, there was nothing. yeonjun made up his mind to go and look for soobin, to chastise him over the rules of etiquette. he could have at least sent some kind of a coded message, or the way they sent letters in those historical dramas his mom watched, by pigeon or friend.

it was still peculiar to him why he had been reached out to this way, and why ryujin hadn't used her name? perhaps she didn't want to risk getting in trouble, had the note been found by someone other than yeonjun. but, a bad feeling sank in his stomach, and wouldn't go away.

finally, he decided to get up and leave. this was crazy, he had managed to see now. why was he doing this? yeonjun pulled himself to his feet, realizing that his time was better spent trying to go see soobin and make sure he was okay.

once outside, he turned to go in the direction of soobin's house, but stopped in place upon noticing that a figure was following after him.

yeonjun felt a chill run down his spine. suddenly everything seemed terribly wrong.

"wow, i didn't think it would be this easy."

yeonjun's heart immediately raced with fear. he knew that voice, and knew it well. the lower pitch, terror-inducing tone of a person yeonjun wished would just leave him alone. hadn't he made his point the first time?

he swiveled around and stared into the eyes of wonwoo park.

he laughed and sighed, "you're so dumb, it's almost not fun."

wonwoo lunged out and seized hold of yeonjun's arm. out of pure fright, yeonjun couldn't get his body to respond to the panicked commands his brain managed to think of. run, move, hit him, get away, nothing worked.

the arm that wonwoo had grabbed was coincidentally the same one he had injured a few weeks ago. soobin had been so happy when the scar had healed completely, until the letters of a hateful word had become practically invisible.

wonwoo turned to yeonjun and grinned, "alright, just behave and things don't have to get messy. i'm sure you're gonna cooperate right? i know you're not a troublemaker."

yeonjun pushed his feet into the ground and tried to wrench himself from wonwoo's grasp, jerking his arm to let go.

wonwoo pulled him closer and locked yeonjun against his chest, shaking his head. "nope, that's not gonna work, ya twink."

yeonjun kicked out his legs and managed to pull himself free. he landed on the ground and pushed himself up in the same second, probably incurring a few bloody scrapes on his palms and knees.

as he jumped up, a boy stepped forward to block his way, holding his arms out to take up more space. he grinned maliciously. "and where are you going?"

a second, who yeonjun recognized as jinhyuk, stood nearby, looking uncertain.

this made yeonjun pause long enough for wonwoo to catch hold on him again, this time slamming him roughly against the side of the building that bordered half of the alley.

yeonjun felt his breath knocked out of his lungs, and he gasped, trying to catch it. the panic made his chest seize and he couldn't force himself to breathe.

jinhyuk suddenly called out, "ah, woo, come on! why can't you just leave this kid alone? last time the whole school blew up about it, and we got detention. do you know what's gonna happen if our parents find out we did shit like that?"