Pair: RavEn

 “I hate you!” Jaehwan snivels and runs off with his bowl of cereal inside his room. The rest gave their rapper a meaningful ‘you’re an ’ look.

“You didn’t have to go that far,” Hongbin speaks first while fixing his white specs. Hyuk who was beside him only nodded.

“Sleep outside,” Taekwoon suggests, giving Wonshik a glare and purposively bumping their shoulders together when he heads to the bathroom.  Deep inside his stoic façade and violent tendencies towards Jaehwan, he’s actually the one who spoils him the most out of the group.

“I’m not only referring to him anyway! I won’t let any of you near my little sister!” Wonshik bellows in frustration.

“However, what you mentioned earlier was anyone but Ken-hyung,” Hyuk clears a matter-of-factly, giving emphasis to his point. “That came out a little harsh. We only tried to laugh it off since we were filming that time,”

Wonshik looks down on his feet, guilt finally washing over him. He felt really bad about it that he didn’t have the heart to mention how Sanghyuk just spoke informally to him.

“It was an honest mistake. I don’t even know why I said it like that…”

“Well, you better fix this misunderstanding with Jaehwannie or I swear you will sleep outside,” Hakyeon warns, kicking Wonshik’s out of his way before heading to the kitchen to get a drink.

“I will,” the rapper sighs and walks in the room the younger main vocal was supposed to be in.  

“Jaehwan hyung?”

Wonshik arrives in an empty room and a munching noise coming from their shared closet. He scratches his head knowing Jaehwan had shut himself in that corner again. The older lad had really picked up that odd habit to eat his snacks in there after doing it once for their show. It started as just him being 4D but after sometime that hideout became multipurpose. It serves as their leader’s reason for having a miniature heart attack, Hongbin’s unusual nagging in the morning because of the crumbs he leaves, his shelter from Taekwoon’s violence(that was deemed useless) and a fortress  for sulking. Right now, it’s definitely for sulking.

“Hyung—“

“I’m eating,”

“I know,”

“Then leave, evil Wonshiku,” Jaehwan gave him a glare that was nowhere close to threatening even to a fly. Wonshik chuckles a little and sits close to him, leaning on the closet’s door.

“I’m sorry okay? I didn’t mean it,”

“Lies,” Jaehwan picks up a pitchy ahjumma tone, pointing a spoon at him.

“Cute,”

“Don’t call me cute,” Jaehwan furrows his eyebrows and flicks him with the remains of milk on the spoon which the rapper nonchalantly blocks with his palm.

Wonshik then holds him by the wrist and pulled him out of the closet, showing a frown. Jaehwan was now kneeling between his legs, looking like a kicked puppy. Even if Jaehwan was clearly playing around with him, he knew the older was really hurt by his words awhile ago. It really made him feel like the big