Youngjae rolled over in his bed, cuddling his pillow to his chest as he buried the uninjured side of his face into the soft material. It had been a few days since the incident with Infinite, and although Youngjae was feeling nearly back to 100%, his face still felt sore and the bruising was still an odd mix between purple and green. Despite his insistence that he was fine, the rest of B.A.P had refused to let him leave his room, insisting that he needed more rest so that the pain would go away.

However much it annoyed him though, it would be a lie if he said that the slight pain in his jaw was the reason he was awake at the ungodly hour of 2:15 AM.

The first night, Youngjae had written it off as just a convenience for Daehyun, seeing as the other practically stayed by his side and refused to let Youngjae get up or do anything for himself.

The second night, he wasn’t sure what to think. Coincidence, maybe? But the urge to tell Daehyun to take a shower in his own room was ever growing.

On the third night, Youngjae noticed the pattern, because, honestly, who actually got up at 2:30 every morning ‘just cause’ and just happened to take a shower. The more he thought about it, the more he began to realize that technically, Daehyun was taking a shower in his own room despite his earlier wants to complain to the older boy.

Since he had moved into the room, Youngjae had refused to bother his ‘sort of’ roommate, because he didn’t want to bother the gang members more the necessary. It hadn’t taken him long to piece it all together, because, it really made sense. When he had first been learning the path to his room, Daehyun had always been the one to offer to walk with him so that he didn’t get lost among the halls. Then there was the fact that while he had been stuck in the room for the past few days, Daehyun had always seemed right there at his finger tips at a moment’s notice had Youngjae needed to get up to get anything.

Youngjae took a deep breath, holding it as he closed his eyes and just listened as the light in the bathroom flicked on, the soft sounds of the water starting filled Youngjae’s room before it started.

Ever since his first night, Youngjae hadn’t been able to catch Daehyun singing again the other practically denying he had been singing in his room in the first place, that was, however, until now. It was kind of cute how Daehyun sang in the shower, going from one pop tune to the next as he showered.

Today, Daehyun had seemed to choose a soft R&B type ballad, his voice bouncing off the tiled walls in the bathroom and filling Youngjae’s whole mind. He sighed with contempt, snuggling down into his pillow farther and just listening.

Alright, so maybe Youngjae enjoyed Daehyun’s voice more than the average admirer would, but it wasn’t a big deal. ‘I just appreciate good vocals’ Youngjae reminded himself as he rolled over, taking his pillow with him. So what that Youngjae might have developed something along the lines of a mere school girl crush on the older criminal, it wasn’t like he’d ever do anything about it. He had a job to do, and there was no room for allowing someone with a pretty singing voice and a nice personality and… well, he really was handsome—Youngjae shook his head quickly, hiding his face in the soft cotton as a blush spread across his cheeks.

“I’m only feeling like this because he’s been nice to me these past few days.” Youngjae mumbled to himself, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling, mulling over the conflicting thoughts as Daehyun continued to sing away in the shower.

Soon, Youngjae found himself drifting off as the soft ballad carried his mind into a trance and lulled him off to sleep.

Youngjae watched in horror as Daehyun was slammed back against the wall, the sound of his skull striking the brick loud enough for even Youngjae to hear. Youngjae jumped forward to catch the older male as he collapsed to the ground, but the strong hands on his upper arms kept him firmly in place. The guy that had rendered Daehyun unconscious stooped down, pulling out the gun that had been hidden away in Daehyun’s waistband before cocking it and aiming it down at the unconscious boy, “I’m sure you get the point, hmm? Do anything stupid and a bullet goes into his brain.”

Youngjae nodded quickly, swallowing dryly as he stared down at Daehyun. The elder had been trying to protect him, putting himself in front of Youngjae despite the dangerous situation of four on two. As one of the guys lifted Daehyun’s limp body from the concrete, Youngjae made a promise to himself to repay the elder in any way he could, to keep him safe in the same way he had tried to do for Youngjae himself.

That was why when they arrived at the warehouse, Youngjae allowed himself to be pushed roughly down into a straight back chair. He didn’t so much as even wince when his arms were yanked behind him, pinned into place with the tight rope. The whole time that the muscular man circled around him, bothering him with stupid gang related questions that frankly just confused Youngjae, he only paid attention to the slumped figure that sat in front of him. Each time that he let his sarcasm get the best of him and his snapped to the side with the force of a blow, his eyes would immediately snap back to make sure the other was okay, to make sure he hadn’t moved from the position he had been so carelessly put into.

Youngjae knew that he shouldn’t risk his own life with such a trivial matter, Jieun wanted him to reach higher ranks in B.A.P, not save some lower member from getting a little roughed up. Youngjae couldn’t help it though, part of him screamed to stop being so stupid and keep himself safe while another applauded his act, telling him that saving another member of the very secretive gang would be a great way to gain the trust of the higher class members.

It was like the angel and devil were fighting upon his shoulders, and he didn’t know which one had the halo. All he knew was that looking at Daehyun’s peaceful face, despite the trail of blood that had dried against his cheek from the gash at his temple, tugged at something within his chest and he couldn’t help it.

He regret nothing, and honestly, it was beginning to worry him.

“Youngjae hyung. Youngjae hyung. Youngjae hyuu~uuu~uung~. Youngjae hyuuu~uuu~uuu~uung~”

The memories faded from Youngjae’s mind as he let out a small hum of annoyance and rolled over, cracking his eyes open to see who exactly was trying to wake him up in such a singsong voice. He was greeted with the sight of a smiling Zelo, whose curly hair sort of reminded Youngjae of ramen. “Morning, Zelo… What are you doing in here?” He asked, covering his mouth to yawn as Zelo only grinned in response.

“I wanted to hang out with you, Hyung!” He said, settling down to sit next to Youngjae’s bed and smiling up at the still sleepy Youngjae.

“Well, give me a minute to wake up and change, and we can hang out-“

“Nah, I’m fine here…” Zelo said quickly, he shifted so that he was propped up against Youngjae’s bed as he stared at the blank wall that Youngjae had yet to decorate. “What did you do before we picked you up, Jae hyung?”

Youngjae was a bit surprised by the question, instantly the thought of resting despite Zelo being there completely thrown out the window as he instantly put up his guard. “Uh, nothing really… I mostly stayed to myself.” He said, trying to stick to the truth without being completely truthful.

Zelo nodded a little, “Oh… So… what about your family?” Zelo looked back at Youngjae, his young eyes wide with innocence as he watched for Youngjae’s reaction.

“What about them?”

“Well… Don’t, you know… Don’t you miss them?”

Youngjae rolled over so that he could look at Zelo from over the edge of the bed, “Nah, Zelo… I haven’t spoken to them in years, there’s nothing really to miss.” He watched Zelo’s facial expression, a bit of worry growing in the pit of his stomach as he started to think he might have said something wrong. “Z... Zelo? What’s wrong?”

The younger shook his head quickly, pulling his knees to his chest as he stared at Youngjae’s wall once more. He was silent for a little while before he spun around quickly, startling Youngjae, “Well, if they want to be total asses and not talk to a perfectly likable person like you, hyung, then…. We’ll be your new family! We’ll never ignore you, okay?” he said, an innocent sort of determination in his eyes that made Youngjae wonder just how the kid ended up in the gang life.

Youngjae let Zelo’s use of curses slip, reaching over instead to ruffle the kid’s ramen hair, “Thanks, Zelo... That… means a lot.” He said, a smile touching his lips.

Zelo couldn’t help but grin back before he turned back to the blank wall before them, “We should really decorate your room, hyung…”

“With what, Zelo? It’s fine the way it is.”

“Iunno… we should paint it! What’s your favorite color?”

“Well, blue but-“

“I’m going to tell Himchan hyung that we’re going to paint your room blue, okay!”

Youngjae leaned back into his pillows as Zelo hopped up from the floor and ran out of the room, leaving Youngjae laughing a bit as he stared at the blank wall that Zelo had taken such an interest in. If Zelo wanted to decorate the room, more power to the younger. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes, “Not like you’ll be here long enough to care what color the walls are.” He mumbled his voice barely above a whisper as he looked back at the wall.

Entertaining the idea of belonging wouldn’t hurt though, Youngjae decided.

Aish, this took me way to long to type out, and it isn't even that long itself. Turns out that kidney pain I mentioned last chapter landed me in the hospital all thursday night. I'm feeling alot better now. So, i decided to write more freaken fluff instead of moving on with what I had planned for this chapter, apparently.. even in writting I take forever to do everything. Sorry. I swear, next chapter will have some actual substance to it, I promise!

In other news, not only did I reach 100 subs (eek! You guys made my weekend), but I'm writting a HimDaeJae ot3 for the lucky 100th subber (Called That XX and is like, nothing but Teacher . It will be updated within the hour hopefully) but... I follow a Super Junior blog on Tumblr and... They picked up on my fic and promoted it, like... I don't even know how they got the link because, this is BAP, and... that is SuJu... but... either way... adfaekj, happiness rn.

I have another question for you guys though, on the subject of . Do you guys want to actually read the in this story, or would you prefer it to be written off to the side for those who would still like to read it? If I did include , the chapter it would be found in would not contain any need to know plot details, as I know that isn't everyones favorite, and as this story isn't under the M catagory, I don't know how many people expect it.

I'm rambling now. Just... I'mma love you all and run off now, okai?

Cuddles,

Lynn