CLICHÉD

C-50

"Leave me alone."

"Are you heading to Mochi Cafe? Let's go together."

"Don't you have something else to do?"

"We don't feel like going to the gym today. It's time for sweets." Chan grins. "Or maybe Y/n."

"She's 18, you're half-42. Say that again and it's jail for you."

"How dare you? I'm not that old!"

Changbin shakes his head at the both of us as we all walk to his car. The streets are secluded in the area which is a good thing for us. We don't have to deal with stares and loud whispers of misunderstandings.

Or maybe it's not a good thing after all because the least that I want right now is a fight but it's right in front of me.

My friends shifted from their carefree statures to alert stances as the tension rises from the mere sight of approaching enemies. They're right, the gang is here in Seoul-in front of us.

My jaw tenses up seeing their annoying faces as we exchange sharp looks. How dare these ugly asses stare back?

"It's been a long time, Minho. Did you miss us? Too bad the boss can't come, but he sends his regards." One of the thugs who keep inconveniencing Y/n waves. It seems like he still hasn't learned his lesson even with the black-eye I gave him.

"So these are the amateur gangsters following us, huh?" Changbin mumbles. "Should we engage?"

I shrug. We're about to turn back because there's no point in exchanging unpleasantries with these thugs, but then he calls again.

"Wait! I still need to give you his invitation." He smiles tauntingly and I had to restrain my fist from flying to his face.

"Are you serious?" Chan laughs.

The thug keeps his smile as he proceeds to unfolds a paper and reads out loud. "To Mr. Lee Minho, I'd like to invite you to a rematch. In case you already forgot about me, which I doubt, I'm just the guy who made your precious little Sunny cry. Don't you think it's a little unfair how you're enjoying your life while I don't?"

He throws it forward until it lands near my feet. The audacity of that dumbass is sort of admirable. What a thick face he's got.

"So you guys are Dabbin, huh? Nice try, tell that Bambam. How would we take him seriously when the name of your gang sounds as stupid?" Chan answers for me.

The thug's smile falters for a second, but he immediately got it back and even stepped closer.

What's that smell? Oh, their filthy selves.

"What does he want from me?" I curl my fists to contain my seething rage.

"What he wants? Your happiness. Should I be more specific? Sure then... your pretty little good girl."

He must be very brave to even try whispering his next words to me. My friends crack their knuckles as they wait for my cue.

"Since we're older, he'd make her cry in a different way-"

He wasn't able to finish what he was saying because my fist automatically comes in contact with his rough face.

"Ouch! You fvck!"