Drabble prompt thing: jaepil + 7

JaePil + “I almost lost you.”

For all that Wonpil grouches about being only one centimeter shorter than Dowoon and Sungjin, it is scarily easy to lose him in a crowd.

Jae couldn’t have been looking away for more than a few seconds, momentarily distracted by the sudden flash of a fan’s camera as they made their way out of the concert hall, but the next thing he knows he’s blinking white spots out of his eyes and Wonpil is suddenly gone from his side.

Jae falters, stands up straight in an effort to spot the younger boy, but the crowd is packed so tight around them that it’s almost impossible to pick someone out. Something (Jae refuses to call it concern, even though it feels awfully similar to it) breaks across his spine the longer Wonpil remains out of his sight.

It’s getting late after all, and as much security as they have it’s not good for Wonpil to be away from them. Jae’s heard the stories, crazy fans and unexpected kidnappings and whatnot, and although he doesn’t think they’re quite there in terms of fame just yet, the thought of it it’s enough for Jae to break away from the rest of the band and go look for Wonpil.

It takes him a while, which just makes Jae all the more restless, but in the end he spots a head of brown hair drifting away from the main street, completely oblivious as he stares down at the phone in his hands.

“Idiot,” Jae snaps as soon as he catches up to the younger boy, clamping a hand down on his shoulder and making Wonpil startle. “I almost lost you.”

Wonpil blinks dazedly up at him for a moment and takes a look around, eyes widening when he sees how far from the others they are. “Oh,” he mumbles after a moment. “Sorry,” he adds sheepishly when he sees Jae frowning down at him. “I was just..” he trails of, waving his phone back and forth apologetically.

“Don’t do that again,” Jae says, pushes at Wonpil’s shoulder to get him moving in the direction of the rest of the band.

“Aw hyung,” Wonpil simpers, smiles up at Jae and grins even brighter when he sees Jae begin to turn red. “Were you worried about me?”

“As if,” Jae huffs. “I just don’t wanna have to look for another keyboardist.”

“Right,” Wonpil hums. Then he reaches out and takes Jae’s hands in his, intertwines their fingers in the same breath.

“What- what are you doing?” Jae fumbles, grateful for the way the darkness of the street hides the worst of his blushing.

“What?” Wonpil blinks innocently back at him. Then he swings their hands around a bit, grinning even brighter than before. “You mean this? Well, you did say you didn’t wanna lose me, right hyung? This is the best way to make sure I don’t go anywhere.”

“Brat,” Jae mutters back at him, which only makes Wonpil bark out a laugh.

Still, Jae doesn’t take his hand away. Wonpil was right after all, this is the best way to make sure he doesn’t go disappearing on him again. For the sake of the band, Jae will makes sure he stays by his side.

For the sake of the band, of course.

I hope you like it anon! 

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