[daewon/marco] better watch who you betray
As soon as Hyunggeun takes off the blindfold to see it was Daewon’s hair he was just sniffing, he knows he’s in deep shit.
The first thing he learned when the members of UNB first got together was that for someone known as “the angel”, Daewon can be a vicious bitch when he wants to be.
So really, it’s not even remotely surprising when Kwangryul texts him a string of question marks the night after filming. Hyunggeun takes a deep breath, braces himself. When scrolls up to see the last thing he sent, there’s a shitty poem about Kwangryul’s “swag” spilling into four messages.
After spending twenty minutes trying to explain the situation to Kwangryul, Hyunggeun decides the rational way to deal with this would be to apologize. Daewon can be petty, yes, but he’s inherently a nice guy. An apology would probably appease him. That would mean acknowledging the whole Kwangryul thing happened, though, and Hyunggeun really isn’t ready to face that truth yet.
It should stop soon anyway, he thinks. His offence wasn’t that big, surely Daewon would let it go after the Kwangryul incident, right?
Wrong.
They’re at practice when Daewon “accidentally” bumps into him and spills his entire venti cup of black coffee on Hyunggeun’s white shirt. It’s hot. Daewon, of course, apologizes profusely with a lot of worried puppy eyes and embarrassed smiles. Hyunngeun would probably believe him, if it wasn’t for the smirk Daewon throws his way when the rest stop paying attention to them.
The worst part is, Hyunggeun can’t even get Daewon back because unlike him, Daewon likes being around people, there’s always at least two more members or staff or someone with him. Hyunggeun can’t do anything without enlisting someone’s help and no one would be foolish enough to risk directing Daewon’s wrath at themselves.
Hyunggeun decides he’s had enough when his phone mysteriously disappears a few days later and turns up half an hour later featuring a honest to god love letter to Junyoung in his chat history.
“Okay, listen” he says, pulling Daewon down the hallway, away from the practice room. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know it was you. It could’ve been anyone!”
“What do you mean?” Daewon asks, blinking innocently at him. Hyunggeun almost buys it.
He grits his teeth. “You know what I mean and I’m sorry. Now can we please go back to you not embarrassing me in front of everyone we know?”
Daewon finally drops the façade, grinning at Hyunggeun. “I mean, I doubt I could embarrass you more than you embarrass yourself daily.”
“Excuse you, that’s my brand,” Hyunggeun huffs. “Embarrassing myself in a cool way is my thing.”
“A cool way,” Daewon mocks, then pats Hyunggeun’s hair like the asshole he is. “Apology accepted.”
“I hate you,” Hyunggeun mutters.
Daewon laughs. “Don’t delude yourself. And don’t fuck up!” He finishes in a sing song voice.
Hyunggeun grips his phone in his pocket. One day. One day, he’ll find a way to get back to him.
That day is not today, though, so he just heaves a sigh and follows Daewon back to the practice room.