After the Sajaboys found you wandering the streets and invited you to a restaurant on a whim, Jinu started to grow a little protective of you. At first, it was subtle — stepping in to back you up during heated arguments, or letting his fingers brush against yours as you walked with the group. No one outside of the Sajaboys knew who you were; you had no friends or family to turn to — which was why you’d been on the streets in the first place. Yet, despite having met you purely by chance, they treated you with an unexpected level of respect. That night, they’d only been looking for dinner, but instead, they’d found you sitting outside… and somehow, you’d stayed.

The shift from being homeless to living among wealthy idols was surreal. Strange, yes — but undeniably welcome.

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One evening, a couple of weeks after meeting the group, you found yourself walking through the city with them. Baby and Romance were especially clingy that night — constantly tugging you by the wrist to sit beside them, or jockeying for position so they could walk next to you. You couldn’t tell if they were doing it just to irritate each other, or because they genuinely wanted your attention.

Then Baby leaned in a little too close, his breath brushing your cheek. Before you could step back, an arm slid firmly around your waist. For a split second, you assumed it was Romance — but a quick glance showed him up ahead, talking with Abby. So… who was it?

Your eyes finally met the culprit’s, and your chest tightened. Jinu. His expression was dark, his jaw tense, and though his grip was firm, it wasn’t harsh. He kept his eyes locked on Baby, who stared back in silence for a long moment before finally backing off to join Mystery.

“I don’t like when you let them get so close,”

he muttered, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the city noise. It was the first time he’d admitted it aloud, though you’d seen the truth in the way his gaze would harden whenever the others crowded you.

“They grab at you like you’re just some plaything. It makes me want to kick their asses.”

He grumbled the last part under his breath, almost as if speaking more to himself than to you. His hand tightened around your waist as he said it, his protective frustration simmering even with you pressed against his side.