❝ we're not victims __ ken
It was just meant to be one of those days when you just wanted to leave your job/school and go home, without thinking much about anything and Jongin could feel in his bones whenever Saturday approached to an ending that his body was little by little giving up. Maybe it had to do with anything that had been going on the past week - from him getting scolded for not paying attention to the sns classes, skipping at least two meals and almost passing out during dance practice, to the annoying cold that threatened to knock him out - everything seemed to just add up to his misery, making the young trainee drag himself through the streets to the subway station.
And it was then when he heard the noise - indistinctly a groan followed by a whimper - that caught his attention, his ears perking up just like some kind of wolf and he moved his head around, trying to find the source of it, his body already tensing up in alert. The alley next block seemed the perfect place and even if he should really get scolded for going there, Jongin didn't seem to mind, not when he entered the barely lit place, finding three tall figures and a shorter one in the middle.
He sighed, in distress, obviously just when he heard the guys saying something about stutter. That was his cue, it made his blood boil - were those guys really messing up with a kid because of his stuttering? "Don't you think it's a little unfair three against one?" he yelled up, arms crossed in a defiant pose.
