every friday night, this dive bar is flooded with gumi students, looking to capitalize on the two-for-one special, and those in legacies are no exception. one too many rivalries have reached their tipping points in this bar, so much so that the bar is now where you tell your enemy to meet you after hours. (after an alpha nearly beat a hellion kid to death behind the old gym building last year, the school put up security cameras in all the dark corners of campus.) the owner of the bar, unable to complain about his main stream of revenue, must’ve replaced the dim lighting fixtures at least five times in the past year.
when jongin had gotten a call from one of his members—”it’s an emergency, captain! i think he’s crying or something! ya, what are you do-” shik!—he had rushed over to assess the situation. a broken rib? a dislocated jaw? a minor concussion? as soon as jongin entered, uproarious laughter erupted from the table in the far corner.
IT’S THE CAPTAIN! HE ACTUALLY CAME! HAHA! GIVE ME THE FIFTY BUCKS—
two hours later, half of his members have disappeared and the other half are loopy with soju and beer. the one sitting next to jongin rests his head on his shoulder, breathing slow. the ones that are left suddenly get the idea to hit up the clubs to watch girls “throw ass”—whatever that meant—and they scramble out of their seats with an urgency that impressively equaled their excitement in the monster cage matches.
“hey—” jongin reaches out a hand uselessly as they all merge with and disappear into the congested crowd. he hears the high-pitched slam of the front door above the rumbling bass coming from the speakers. he glances down at his shoulder, the sweet smell of soju has gone rancid in his lone member’s open mouth. jongin feels his forehead. clammy, and his face is nearly white. he glances around the bar while trying to maneuver his member’s arm over his shoulders. two tables away, there is: park jimin. from hellion. a healer.
jongin stands up, heaving up the entire weight of the unconscious jaeger with his left arm and leaning heavily on his right leg. he struggles to move just twenty feet, stopping in front of jimin and his table. “park jimin. i’m kim jongin. we were lab partners in bio lab iv last semester.” he states such things in case the other doesn’t remember him. “i come to the infirmary a lot, too,” he adds. another pause. “i need a favor.”
