quick question everyone: how do you want the story to progress?
eg. going to jae won high; being a school dropout; falling in love with a certain character; etc.
just curious bc i sorta have a plan, but idk if the plan is going to stick :0
ps. sorry if Johan's ooc, it's bc i'm not a psychologist ok
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"You...Where..?"Johan winces again as he rubs his head, he suddenly jolts as he whips his head around the room.
"Eden..!" I suddenly realise what he was yelling about before I turn his shoulder over, pointing towards the white fluffy loaf near the bedside table. Johan eyes soften as he breathes a sigh of relief, before turning back to me with narrow and cautious eyes.
"Why are you treating me? Are you expecting something in return?" Johan's eye narrowed to the first aid kit beside me, looking around the room— as if cautious about the situation. I tilt my head, bringing up a smile to my lips.
3rd POV
"I don't expect anything particular from you." (Y/n) smiles as she picks up the rubbing alcohol bottle, pouring some of the chemicals onto the cloth in her hand.
Johan's expressions soften a little bit, more intrigued in her real intentions, he has a feeling that she wasn't out for blood. But was she ever? No one had ever seen her ACTUALLY out for blood. Truth be told, there was no reason for her to, her mind only set on a few things— among those things; money and living the way she wants.
"You can't tell me that you're helping me without any intentions of asking something in return."Johan says as he pulls away from (Y/n)'s cloth of rubbing alcohol. (Y/n)'s eye twitches as she plasters on another smile.
This boy...
She grabs his shoulder, Johan's eyes widen as he is spun a good 45 degrees, the back of his head facing (Y/n)'s cloth of rubbing alcohol, before he could even protest, a cold slap hits the back of his head.
"Ow!"He snarls as (Y/n) presses the cloth against his scraped skin.
"From seeing you in Gangseo a year ago, you sure have changed. What happened to calling me noona?" (Y/n) sighs as she reaches into the first aid kit, pulling out some dry bandages.
Johan's eyes widen as memories from Gangseo flash by his mind. His mind goes hazy, feeling his face and ears heat up from embarassment.
She remembers me from back then...?!
(Y/n) glances over, spotting his redden ears from the back, giving herself a little smirk.
"I— I was different back then..."Johan mumbles out as his shoulders relax. It had been a while since he let himself go and his guard down— outside the room, it was a dog-eat-dog and every man for himself world. (Y/n) notices his laxed tone, smiling in her head at her succession of letting Johan relax for once in a while.
(Y/n) hums in response, clearly not believing him in the slightest.
"I'm sure you were, so? How about calling me noona again?" She muses as she takes off the wet cloth. Johan's mind short-circuits as he mumbles indistinguishable words.
"I-I'm older than you, y-y'know?" He mutters loudly with closed eyes, (Y/n) raises a brow at his bashful behaviour.
"Hm? I'm 17."(Y/n) muses as she dries off the alcohol on his head.
She's 17..?!
Johan turns around, with his head lowered, knowing himself that he would turn bright red if he made eye contact.
"I'm 17 as well, I'm probably older than you, so I technically don't have to call you...noona."He whispers the last bit. (Y/n) holds in a chuckle as she bends her neck down a little, coming into Johan's sight. He flinches as he makes eye contact with her.
"Then should I call you Johan oppa?" (Y/n) muses as Johan's turns bright red, jolting backwards with his hand against his face, his eyes flickering from side to side. (Y/n) leans back, observing the flushed puppy in front of her.
He's so fun to tease, from Gangseo to the fight in Gangdong...I was worried that he turned into a cold person...but I'm not usually like this...am I..? Or is it because he's fun to tease that I'm teasing so much? Ah— nevermind that, his reactions are adorable.
"Y-you..!" Johan blurts out, speechless. (Y/n) stares him blankly before bursting out in a fit of laughter. Johan's brows furrow as pink dusts his cheeks, he relaxes as (Y/n) rolls herself off the bed. Johan eyes her as she stands up, wiping a tear away.
"W-wha— what's so funny?!" Johan snaps, still trying to cool his face from (Y/n)'s teasing. (Y/n) walks over to Johan her hand reaching out to him. He flinches a little when her hand lands on his head, she ruffles his hair with a heart warming smile.
"Get some rest, you can go back to God Dog in the morning."She smiles as she turns around, heading towards the door. Johan looks up at her, mixed feelings clouding his head. He jolts up as swings to the side of the bed.
"Where are you going?!" Words slip from his mouth, (Y/n) pauses turning back with a confused expression. Johan mentally gasps as he clasps his hand against his mouth, feeling the base of his neck get hotter.
Why....did I ask her...?
Johan musters up the courage and glances up at (Y/n) who let out a small chuckle.
"To sleep dummy~ I'll see you around, don't worry."She muses before flickering her fingers in a small wave. She walks out the room, shutting the door softly behind her.
Johan breathes out heavily, throwing himself back onto the cool bed sheets. He turns over, his redden face cooling on the cold quilt.
Does she....care about me....?
He scoffs, sitting up, trying to get rid of her image in his head.
What does it matter? I need to focus on getting money.
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(Y/n) closes the door behind her before walking towards the escalator, rubbing the temple of her forehead.
Aish...my head is burning...
Her mind flies back to Johan's cute reactions to her teasing. Her face heating up, the cool exterior she held up before was melting away, thinking about the boy in the room who was too— blushing.
She presses a hand on her chest, her heart pumping it's little heart out.
It's beating fast...ah—
She slaps her face as she steps off the escalator, cooling her cheek with her cold palms. She walks over to next escalator.
Is this what they call love...? No not possible...maybe I'm coming down with a fever...yes— thats it.
She looks up at the reception when it suddenly dawned on her.
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(Y/n) walks out of the arcade, looking for a taxi. She got money now, after she grabbed some cash from the register at the front desk, telling the lady to stick the missing money with Jiha.
I should head back to Seoul...hm, everything is almost in order now, I wonder what I should do next...
Her phone suddenly rings, she lifts it up from her pocket, looking at the caller ID at the top.
Luciano...? Is he going to try and convince me to go back again...? He said something about an emergency the last time I saw him...
She presses the green button, bringing it up to her ear.
"Hey Luce, what's up?" She says as she holds her hand out to a passing taxi at the top of the road.
"(Y/n), I don't know how to tell you this....but,"Luciano's voice was heavy and tired, as if he hadn't slept in a few nights. The taxi slows down next to (Y/n) as she raises a brow at his tone.
"Just tell me, if it's about me coming back to the family you can forge—"
CLACK!
Her phone slips out her hand, her eyes widening at the news her brother has brought her.
"Lloyd's in hospital, he's in critical condition."