'Well…' he paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. He shouldn't judge Yeon for doing this–everyone stumbled at points in their lives, right? 'It's… fine. I'm just concerned about you. They didn't sound like they had the best intentions.'
Aleks placed a hand on Tyler's shoulder. 'Tyler, you do realise you're in danger if you stay with him… right?'
Tyler pushed Aleks' hand away. 'Not if they can't find us, Ally.'
Yeon gave the person who Tyler called Ally a sharp glare, jaw clenched tightly. “Tyler is not going to get hurt at all, I’m going to make sure of that,” he said in a low tone before looking back at Tyler, features softening. “I have a few contacts, they can make sure that Miguel or that other guy doesn’t come anywhere near us.”
Aleks gave the man a long, hard stare. 'And how do I know that you'll make sure of this?'
'Shut up, Aleksander Stankiewicz,' said Tyler in a stern voice, giving Aleks a slightly angry stare. He rarely got frustrated. 'I know he can protect me. He always sticks by his word.'
Rolling his eyes, Aleks broke his gaze away from the man. 'Fine. But if you get shanked–'
'Quit it already, Ally,' mumbled Jenni, grabbing his hood and yanking him back a bit.
“Nothing is going to happen to Tyler,” Yeon further insisted, an arm slipping around Tyler’s waist to tug him closer. “I think we should talk,” he said in a softer tone now, looking over at Tyler. They needed to talk about what Tyler could have heard, mostly about Elena and the possible baby.
Tyler nodded. 'Guys, thanks for coming and helping, but I think it would be best for you to go. We'll hang out soon, okay?'
Jenni, Aiden, and Avery nodded in agreement, saying their goodbyes before leaving quickly. Aleks lingered for a moment, giving Yeon a slight glare. 'Call me if you need me,' he said to Tyler before following the others.
Tyler turned to Yeon, trying to give him a reassuring smile as he wrapped his arms around him. 'I'm sorry about Aleks. He's really protective.'
Yeon’s arms slipped around Tyler’s form, tugging the other against his chest. “It’s okay, he has a good reason to be. This shit is pretty crazy.. How about we go sit down or something, okay?” He said quickly. He knew he was rambling, and it was most likely because he wanted to stall the conversation.
'Yeah,' he said. He stayed in Yeon's hold for a moment, resting his head against Yeon's chest. He then moved away and headed towards the living room. 'Come on, let's sit down.'
Yeon reluctntly followed Tyler, moving to sit down on the sofa. Once Tyler was sat as well, he gave a heavy sigh. He glanced around the room, wondering how he could further stall having this talk. “Sorry about the ceiling,” he decided to say, eyes trained on the small bullet hole.
'Oh, it's fine, there's been worse that's happened to my house,' replied Tyler, remembering the time Joey and Aleks did it drunk on the couch and… he didn't want to dwell on it further. 'Well, things that have been harder to clean or fix. Anyway… what are we gonna do?'
“We’ll just have to be very careful.. The Sinaloa Cartel is extremely dangerous. They mostly just traffic drugs across borders and distribute them, but they have been known to torture and kill people. We should be generally safe, I have a slight immunity- but ‘accidents’ can happen,” Yeon explained slowly.
Tyler shivered. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone doing anything to Yeon–even if he did have 'immunity', he was still concerned. 'Yeon, if we're generally safe… then how did they find us? Surely they would have been tracing us, watching us–and if they can find my home, well, god knows what else they can do. If I'm gonna be honest with you… for now, I don't think we're safe here.'
“They keep tabs on a lot of their higher up members, they’ve probably been following me around this whole time,” Yeon breathed out, running a hand over his jaw as he took in the realization. “I’m sorry about all of this,” he eventually added. He truly did hate that Tyler was dragged into this mess. It was the last thing he wanted to have happen, he couldn’t let Tyler suffer because of him.
'Isn't there anyway…' he didn't know where he was going with it. He had med school to attend, friends to see, a dying father to visit. 'I was going to suggest leaving this place. But I know you've got a lot here, your community, friends, and I don't want you to have to sacrifice that. But if you stay… I don't even know what'll happen to you. I've only known you for such a short amount of time, but I worry about you way too much.'
“Tyler, I don’t have as much as you think here to loose. Yeah, I got a small group of friends, but they all have parents who are higher up in the cartel. They have just as much immunity as I do, so nothing will happen to them at all. And they’re smart enough not to get in the way of this, either. Besides, I’m a poor guy anyways. I won’t have much anyways to leave behind. But you, on here other hand, have a good life here. You have so much, and I can’t take that away from you,” Yeon said, running a hand through his thick hair.
'But…' he couldn't make sense of the situation. Words swam around his head helplessly. 'I can't… I don't even know what to do.' Panic rose to his chest, and he felt as though his throat was closing in. Suddenly, his binder felt too tight. The room was too hot. He clenched his fists and tried to breathe, but he could barely take in any air.
(I tried to describe what I feel like when I have severe panic attacks but eh I'm not good at this shit)
(It’s all good, Sounds realistic enough to me)
“Tyler?” Yeon asked, brow furrowing with concern. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, but Tyler didn’t look too good. “It’s okay, it’s okay.. You have nothing to be worrying about, I’m going to handle it,” he tried to soothe, hands gently holding onto Tyler’s wrists.