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Baby was running. The soles of his bare feet hitting the rock-clad pathway, and the wind lightly mussing his teal hair.
He ran past a playground, not even sparing a glance at the innocent children climbing up the plastic equipment, or the middle-aged men dressed in all black who were most likely kidnappers.
He could distantly hear his boyfriend’s voice, desperately calling his name.
“Baby stop!” Called the Saja Boy with the pink hair and meticulously cared for muscles. “He’s not worth it!”
Baby ignored Abby’s protests and picked up speed. He roughly wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand and followed the pathway away from the playground and out of Seoul city.
He knew he looked stupid in that moment. A K-pop idol running barefoot away from their bandmate who they were secretly in a relationship with? Yeah… that wasn’t something you saw everyday.
He must’ve looked ridiculous now that he was thinking about it. But he didn’t care. The only thing on his mind was the conversation him and Abby previously had with Jinu.
“You guys shouldn’t be together, the fans are going to catch on.” Is what Jinu had said.
It was ironic really, Jinu loved to pretend that he didn’t betray them all and that he hadn’t sacrificed himself for the enemy just minutes before they were reincarnated as humans. Jinu had no business telling Baby who he could or couldn’t date.
Abby had been the one to defend their relationship during the argument, saying that he wasn’t going to lose his boyfriend over Jinu’s stupid Boy band, and even bringing up what Jinu had done the night of the idol awards.
But nothing could compare to Jinu’s stubbornness.
The argument stretched on, going from suggestions to just plain, senseless insults. So Baby did the only thing he knew he couldn’t fail at. He ran.
He didn’t bother getting his shoes despite the rough terrain, he didn’t get his jacket even though it was the dead of winter.
He just wanted to be alone. He wanted to punch the trunk of a tree until his knuckles bled while picturing the wood was Jinu’s obnoxiously handsome face. He would ignore the splinters in his palms as he pressed them into his face and cried.
The running was quite nostalgic to Baby - a sense of deja vu that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It reminded him of the years of his childhood before he served his time in the demon realm. Flashbacks played in his mind only there was a slight difference. In his past, there was no handsome boyfriend following him - attempting to protect him. The thought almost made him turn around.
He was ten years old, unaware of the fact that that would be his last year of his childhood spent as a human. Anytime his awful foster parents would tell him to “get out of my sight!” Or to “shut the hell up and leave!” He would run. Never anywhere far, - that would’ve gotten him into more trouble - but far enough to make his thoughts shut up and his tears dry.
Abby, being Abby, he of course followed him after the argument. He was just as pissed off at Jinu and he knew what Baby was capable of when his mind was racing. He knew that the only reason Baby always wore long sleeves was because of the self harm scars he subconsciously gave himself before he was captured and enslaved by Gwi-ma. He couldn’t let Baby hurt himself further.
Especially not because of that asshole they called a leader.
The scars on Baby’s arms were slightly more visible since his sleeves weren’t pulled all the way over his hands like they normally were and because of his lack of jacket. It made Abby’s heart shatter behind his ribs.
Abby caught up to Baby and wrapped his hand around Baby’s wrist, startling him and causing him to stop running. He buried his face in the crook of Baby’s neck, ignoring how much he had to bend down to do so due to their unfair height difference.
“Don’t ever run away from me again.” Abby said sternly, though his tone was devoid of any anger.
Abby looked into Baby’s strikingly blue eyes. “Forget about the fans, I’m not leaving you.” He closed the distance between their lips, a quick brush of Abby’s tongue barely grazing the skin on Baby’s plush lips.
Abby loved kissing him, Baby’s lips were always so soft and smooth. But this time it was more of a comfort to himself just as much as it was to Baby.
Baby’s lips were almost comparable to ice cream. A perfectly smooth, and creamy yet overly expensive flavour that took years to develop bought from a Michelin star ice cream shop.
They were perfect.
Baby was perfect.
Abby thought about how he could’ve been at home, continuing his screaming match with Jinu - scolding the ass off his sexy body. He thought about how satisfying it would’ve been to see Jinu’s face when he wouldn’t be able to think of a comeback, when he realised Abby was right and that he was being ridiculous.
On a more overwhelming note, Abby thought about might’ve happened if he hadn’t chased after Baby. He never would’ve forgiven himself if the maknae had gotten lost or hurt and he could’ve prevented it.
Whatever. It’s fine. Romance is just as protective over Baby as Abby is. Abby trusted him with both keeping an eye on Baby and criticising Jinu’s dating logic.
Baby didn’t need babysitting per se, - he was probably the most responsible Saja boy - Abby just hated the idea of there being no one to protect Baby.
Sure, Baby could take care of himself just fine. Abby knew that. But when push comes to shove, Abby’s stronger, taller, and has an overall more intimidating face card. Sometimes he was more of a bodyguard to Baby than a boyfriend.
Abby’s hand found Baby’s wrist again, much like the way it had when he first caught up to him. He then wordlessly guided Baby back in the general direction of the house that the Saja Boys shared.
No number or K-pop groups or harsh words said by Jinu could ever make him leave Baby.