Interwoven ✔️

50~ A Boyfriend

"So." Krystal flipped the knife in her hand. "Do you want to finally tell us what's going on between you and— how was it that one Outworlder put it?— your 'towel-beating boyfriend'?"

Tzuyu and Irene halted and glanced over with a cross of puzzlement and 'what the actual f' kind of looks.

I fired a glare at Krystal. She shrugged, shooting a pointed look at the dark hickey above my collarbone that not even my trainee uniform could cover up. Well placed Jimin, I couldn't help but think.

Krystal hurled her knife, end over end, perfectly into the head of the human-cut out target before us.

Since the majority of the trainers were gone to help defend the North City, the trainees were off the hook for a bit from the high intensity physical workouts. Now we were mainly focusing on mastering weaponry and arsenal.

The base seemed larger than ever with so many people gone. Only the trainees and maybe a few handful of instructors had been left behind.

"I didn't even realize you had a boyfriend," Irene said, throwing her own knife. The blade skidded across her target before clattering to the ground. "Is that why you ignore Yuta?"

I gaped at Irene. "What?"

"Don't tell me you've been oblivious! Yuta's been trying to talk to you for days now. I think you stole his poor heart when you guys were drunk. He's shy though."

Yikes. I hadn't noticed that Yuta might've been trying to get my attention. In fact, I would've thought Suho was the one trying to woo me over, but that was just Suho being himself. He seemed to have pet names for everyone and flashed his charismatic smirks to anyone who so much as looked at him a second longer than necessary.

"Is he cute?" Tzuyu smiled kindly. "Your boyfriend."

"Her boyfriend is Park Jimin!" Krystal exploded. "The silver Outworlder trainer!"

Irene's knife didn't even come close to striking the target this time and Tzuyu froze. "Y-you mean the guy who made that trainee stand in front of the target?" She gasped. Her eyes snapped to me. "That guy?!"

Irene also gaped at me. Her eyes locked down to my collarbone, at the hickey. "You're telling me that trainer did...that to you??"

I glowered at Krystal. "A little louder, Krys. I don't think the penguins in Antarctica heard you."

"How do you even fall for someone like him?" Irene wrinkled her nose. "Don't tell me he made you stand in front of a target and wooed you that way."

"Don't be ridiculous," I snorted.

"I just don't see how you two are even remotely compatible," Tzuyu muttered.

I sighed and threw my own knife at my dummy. It stuck in the thigh. I frowned. I'd been aiming for the stomach. "Jimin's not a bad guy. It's because he's a trainer, he has to show everyone who's in charge."

"By shooting at someone's head?" Irene demanded.

"He knew what he was doing," I mumbled, turning the blade over in my hands.

I threw the knife hard. It slammed directly into the stomach of the dummy. Ever since Jimin had left I'd been jumpy at every piece of news that came in. Jin had also shipped out with the rest of the troops and Namjoon, Jungkook, Hoseok, and I were continually staying in close contact to share any piece of news we'd learned.

So far, the troops had only entangled with the Reformists in minor squabbles that weren't even counted as proper battles. Some people believed seeing the mass of soldiers and militants arriving on scene had temporarily scared the Reformists into hiding.