This is the start of something longer probably

“Ziiiiico,” A slender man with a ponytail whines as he saunters into the common room. He drops his gun a few paces in, having just returned from a mission and Jaehyo’s not particularly fond of guns. Blood drips from his knuckles and he has the start of a bruise on his pretty face. Not that anyone besides Jaehyo seems to particularly mind, but his concern for his appearance pretty much makes up for everyone else.

“What is it Jaeho?”  The leader sighs and scratches his head. He hasn’t gotten much sleep and isn’t particularly in the mood to deal

with the princess at the moment.

“I had a horrible day today. That routine job we were supposed to run, well Kyung and I got ambushed.”

“What? Is he okay?”

“Why are you always so concerned about him?” Jaehyo frowns and walks over to slump onto the couch next to his leader. “It’s no fair!” He pouts and flips over to straddle the shorthaired blond.

“Ugh. Get offa me. You smell like blood and sweat.” Zico tries to shove his hyung off of his lap, grimace on his face. Unfortunately Jaehyo has wrapped his arms around his neck and refuses to let go. Biting his already bloody lip, in a pout he leans in to rest his chin on the leaders shoulder. The pretty boy’s exhausted and his whole body hurts, even though they won the fight they still got pretty beat up.

“Can’t. Too tired.”

“Bull.” Zico frowns a bit before a soft smile crosses his face and he runs a hand through Jaehyo’s long soft hair. Petting him like a small animal. As the visuals battered chest starts to go slowly up and down. “Hey, you didn’t fall asleep on me did you?” Zico’s about to shake him but decides it would be better to let him sleep; he’s overworked his gang for the last few weeks.