Donghee down the hallways, trying to find her way to Mark's bedroom. To her luck, she didn't know whose room was whose - Jaemin's room being an exception.

"Looking for someone?" An unfamiliar red haired male asked from beside her. To her best ability, she remembered the male as Taeil. Mark would occasionally talk about him while telling ghost stories.

"Yea uhm..Mark's room?"
"Mark's room is the 6th door down but he's currently in the training room. Downstairs, it's next to the medical room." Donghee bowed slightly to the older with a quiet 'thank you' leaving her mouth.

She followed Taeil's instructions and went downstairs before going into the training room. Opening the door, she was met with a large, maybe even massive, room.

From what she saw, the room was split into sections; a boxing ring near the back of the room, an area for knife throwing, and a door that led to a separate shooting range, which also led to a door outside. Beside the entrance, where Donghee stood, were six shelves full of weapons and boxing gloves.

Her lost eyes trailed from the multiple shelves and to the three men that sat together breathless in the boxing ring. She began moving her feet in the direction of the boxing ring - her presence still unnoticed.

"Markus," she called the older, "I need a favour." Mark turned from Jaehyun's laughing figure and to a lost Donghee.

"Yo wassup?"
"I need a favour from you when you're free."
"Depends, what am I doing?"
"Driving me to the city and going to a store." Mark pushed himself up from his spot, walking over to Donghee.

"Why you going out to the city? What happened?"
"Jihyeon said that her cousin, someone who supported her relationship with mum, can help me answer questions. But I don't have a license and considering that my life is on the line, I'm not training it there."
"When do you wanna go? Now?"
"We don't have to go now if you're not free. We can go on Friday, I don't have anything that day."
"Alright, Friday it is."

. . .

"Oi shithead," Jaemin called, walking into his room, "what are you doing?"
"Lying in bed and scrolling on my phone, what's it to you? Got another stick shoved in your ass?" He only rolled his eyes, pushing her over to the other side of the bed.
"Let's do something, I'm bored." He jumped onto the empty space on the bed, lying his head on Donghee's stomach.
"Okay? Do you want something from me?"
"Jeno is busy with the others on a hit and I'm alone."
"I'm sure there's like 15 other people in this mansion."
"But they're no fun~"

Jaemin pulled off the covers and snuggled closer to Donghee. His arms wrapped around her waist while his head rested on her chest.

"Your head is heavy as fuck bro." Donghee pushed his head away with her free hand, making him whine like a child. "But it's comfortable.." The younger gave up, letting him rest.

She continued to scroll through her phone while he fell asleep on her chest. She was cautious not to move or else she'd wake him from the peaceful sleep he was in.

She wrapped an arm around his back, slowly and gently caressing it as if he were a baby. Occasionally, she'd hum a short tune that she remembered from her mother.

"Jaemin I'm ba-" Jeno stopepd his sentence mid way when seeing both of them asleep. Jaemin lied in Donghee's arms while she took the job as his pillow. Jeno stood at the door staring at the two.

He felt hurt, but it wasn't for himself. The sight looked a bit too familiar, and it hurt. He brushed off all the bitter memories, quietly walking out the room and closing the door.

Quiet hours passed as they slept, 2 to be exact. Jaemin stirred as he was beginning to wake up. He opened his eyes, feeling the immediate warmth of Donghee's arm around him. Jaemin looked up at her and noticed that she was still asleep. He lied there quietly as she slept with ease.

15 minutes passed and the female had finally woken up. She glanced down at the male who quietly played with the blue strands on his head.

"You're awake and yet you still didn't get off me." She gently pushed him to lie beside her.
"It was warm, ok?" She scoffed at his words, tugging on a strand on his hair that ultimately made him yelp.
"Oh please, don't be a baby. That was barely anything."

Words weren't spoken after that. Jaemin only moved closer to Donghee, leaning closer to her. He placed his chin on her shoulder, breath hitting her neck and nose softly brushing against it.

"But I'm your baby."

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