Hyunjin

*checks phone between drills* Whatever. Don't speed. *immediately puts phone away, but can't stop glancing at it*

*I chuckle at his text* Sure, mom. *I focus on driving, keeping an eye on the time*

*drills end, he checks phone again* Not fast enough.

*He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes glinting.* I'll hold your purse. *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a murmur.* As long as I get to watch you break her face.

*He's out of the bed in an instant, muscles tense. He throws a quick, serious look your way.* Stay here. *He slips out of the room, moving silently toward the kitchen.*

*It's Mikey, and he's on the floor, a bone sticking it his arm* MIKEY! *I yell and then running to his side*

*His heart stops. He's at their side in an instant, dropping to his knees. His eyes scan Mikey, taking in the bone and the blood.* What happened? *His voice is a low, urgent command, though his hands are gentle as they assess the injury.* We need to get him to the car. Now.

*His breath catches when she pulls his hand closer. He watches her peaceful face, this girl who somehow cracked through walls he spent years building. His thumb brushes over her knuckles again, a barely-there touch.* What have you done to me... *he whispers to her sleeping form, a faint, tired smile tugging at his lips.*