𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖

So as the first night in the new base begun, Seyeon couldn't help but feel nervous when she was put in a room of four other boys.

She knew that this place wasn't classy, but she wasn't aware of the amount of overcrowding that occurred.

She turned her head to the side slightly while lying in bed. The sun had since fallen behind the high rise buildings, and the darkness had visited each house in town.

The moon shone through the lazily pulled curtains, making each shape of numerous things appear on the dark blue material.

The soft snores of the sleeping boys made her fall to a dazed state as she watched the shadows move.

"Can't sleep?" A familiar deep voice questioned from the doorway.

Seyeon simply hummed in response to Jisung, who wore an oversized grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants.

Seyeon couldn't lie, she found Jisung attractive, and although she used his personality as a loop hole previously, she couldn't help but let that last wall of defence against her feelings start to crumble.

"I'm thirsty," he started, turning in his heel only moments after admiring how the moon illuminated Seyeon's beautiful features. "Come with me to the kitchen."

Not leaving room for refusal, Jisung walked out, ignoring how the younger was hobbling in agony to catch up to him.

"Will you at least help me, fine sir?" She asked, holding out grabby hands desperately. "It really hurts, and you're the one who did this to me in the first place!"

Jisung sighed thoughtfully. How many times must he apologise before the girl could forgive him?

He walked back towards the younger, and instead of lending her a helping hands he scooped her up into his arms and carried her bridal style towards the well decorated kitchen.

"Who are you bunking with?" Jisung whispered, feeling happiness bloom within when Seyeon didn't fight against him.

She thought for a moment, trying to think through the ones she hadn't properly met up until that evening.

"Jeno, Jaemin, Mark and Jaehyun...Is that his name?"

Jisung nodded, feeling the uneasiness settle at the mention of Jeno's name.

"Be careful with Jeno. I know that Taeyong put you there for a reason, because Jaehyun, Mark and Jaemin are well trained in martial arts. We all know that he can be a prick, but he is a good guy," the brunette quietly mumbled, groaning slightly when he set the girl back into her seat.

"I'll be careful, Ji. Don't worry." Jisung hesitantly nodded before walking to the sink.

"Anyway, shall I get your majesty a glass of freshly squeezed from the bloody mountains water?"

Seyeon chuckled, finding the full sentence bazaar.

"You shall."