normally, gunhee is pretty damn alert. he doesnāt know how to bring his guard down but with the alcohol pumping in his system and the lack of a lover to bring home for the night, heās pretty defenseless, walking through the streets alone. itās not often that he lets himself go and thereās no special occasion, shit just happens.
he dips into an alleyway to take a shortcut back to his shitty living space at the 88, leaving the street light and melting into the dark alley. gunhee canāt see his own hands when he looks down, but he can still hear the little buckles on his boots jingling, and his leather jacket rustling as he walks. maybe taking a shortcut in the dead of night was a bad idea, especially alone, because although heās pretty big, he felt hands slide around his waist and mouth and drag him further into the alley. the alcohol dampened his reaction time, and by the time he tried to cry out it was a little too late, muffled into a hand.
luckily heās much bigger than whoever tried to snatch him up, jerking away with a quick jab of his elbow into a soft stomach and stumbling a few feet away.Ā āwhat the fuck?ā
