I was re-reading your jailbreak drabbles and in the one where hyungwon goes "missing" I was really digging the subtle hyungwonho feels and was wondering, if you were up for it, if you could write a small one about their shenanigans in the gang and how jooheon has to deal with the aftermath or something?
(42) Jailbreak | Gangster AU
“You did what with all the guns?” Jooheon’s irritated voice sounds throughout the space. Hyungwon and Hoseok stand before him, side by side, arms tucked behind their backs and expressions of slight guilt painted onto their faces, just as children being scolded.
“We took out all the ammunition and hid it around the house.”
Jooheon’s fingers come up to furiously rub his temples. “And why exactly did you do that?”
The boys glance at each other once, with Hyungwon ever so subtly trying to hold back a smile. “To see who can find them all first.”
Jooheon blinks hard. “And what did you get from that?”
“That I am officially better than him.” Hoseok juts his chin out, though Hyungwon’s brows are furrowing quickly in protest.
“Listen, I got all the biggest cartridges-”
“No, you didn’t. You were on the couch the whole time.”
“Yes, because I hid them in the couch.”
Jooheon curses at his slowly forming headache. “Has it occurred to you that we might need those things? In case we…..I don’t know, get raided by another gang?”
Hyungwon quite literally waves him off. “It’s okay, we can find them all easily.”
Jooheon narrows his eyes. “And did you?”
Another set of glances are thrown at each other. “Um… we still have to keep looking for the last ones,” Hoseok says, a bit weakly.
“But we’ll find them,” Hyungwon assures, though Hoseok is straightening up again.
“I can find them all first.”
“Okay, you go do that.”
Hoseok immediately sets off searching through the house, and Hyungwon takes the chance to slop onto the couch. He only notices Jooheon staring once he completely sprawls his body all along the cushions.
“What? It’s fun watching him compete against himself.”
“If someone dies in a firefight because they didn’t have ammo, it’s on you.” Jooheon points a hopefully threatening finger at the unmoving gangster, though he seems unfazed
“Actually, it’s on Hoseok because he hid the magazines way in the back of the-”
“I found them!” Hoseok calls from somewhere far off, and it takes a moment out of Jooheon’s blinding anger to see him emerging from out of the refrigerator with the ammunition in his grip.
“Jesus fucking–no more of these games, alright!? We can’t afford it!”
Both of their faces immediately fall. “But-”
“Do you want me to get Y/n here to scold you properly?”
The room is blanketed in pin-drop silence almost immediately, and it does everything to curl a smile on Jooheon’s lips and pride in his stomach.
“I thought so.”