You rush to find Hyunjin…oh god, what did he do this time?!

Hyunjin was your boyfriend, and he was…a piece of work, let’s just say that. Always getting into trouble, always getting into fights, often seen wearing chains and all his leather clothes, he was basically a stereotypical bad boy.

But when he was with you…

he was a HUGE softie.

He acted like a whiny kid, cute and boyish. He liked to listen to NewJeans with you, both of your guys’ favorite group. You’d both rant for hours about K-pop, and fantasize about tours and comebacks.

But now…looking at him…he was in “baddie mode,” as he put it.

Hyunjin was surrounded by a group of other boys, who looked like they were going to murder him. Your boyfriend shook his long, wavy blonde hair out of his pretty face, his thick brows drawn together. His plump, fat lips were pursed in concentration, a trickle of blood running from his nose. His slim figure was knocked to the ground, and he yelped.

Hyunjin looked up, his eyes locking on you. His cheeks went pink, something only you could make happen. He smiled sheepishly.

“Ah…hello, darling…when did you get here?”

This again…