"wow, what the fuck. i still can't believe you guys are partners." mingyu sipped on his nighttime tea, looking at the two men who were close to fighting each other. "how do you even fix cases yourselves? you don't get along."

"wow, what the fuck. i still can't believe you're breathing," minghao huffed, rolling his eyes at mingyu. "go downstairs to the kitchen and have your stupid tea there so you can't be inconvenienced by our duel, fuckass."

"stop cursing!"

"you were the first one to curse!" minghao shot back, not missing a beat. minghao, who previously faced junhui, turns to face mingyu. he does this trick with his nunchucks to scare mingyu, but it had been repetetive. he'd been doing that for three years already.

"that's not going to scare me!" mingyu stuck his tongue out, teasing minghao.

"how about i burn your tongue? it would fall off and then you can never talk bullshit again."

junhui slowly backed out, hoping that he would bail out of the duel successfully. minghao shouldn't notice him if he doesn't make a noise—but he did, bumping onto someone. "aigoo, soonyoung! i was supposed to just silently back away so minghao won't fight me!" junhui scolded in a whisper-shout. soonyoung shook his head.

"why are you all joining this loser? let him have his stupid nighttime tea by himself." soonyoung says, taking everyone's attention. mingyu thanked soonyoung.

"you are my savior! thank you for saving me from this ugly mullet!"

"ugly mullet—" minghao protested, but he decides to cut himself off before they end up blowing up the building for the fifth time.

"uh... i'll be going. try not to kill each other." soonyoung turns around, heading to the stairs. junhui suddenly runs and latches himself onto soonyoung's arm, not wanting to be involved with minghao and mingyu's bickering. and murdering.

as the two went down, soonyoung decides to bring up a topic. "why do you two never get along? and when minghao wants to fight you, why are you scared? you know damn well you could kill him with one hit from the red demon."

"well, yeah, we usually just bicker in missions, but we make it work." junhui clicked his tongue, shaking his head at the mention of his partner. "if i use the red demon, he's dead. like, literally dead."

"isn't that the point? don't you kinda want to kill him?" soonyoung tilted his head. "i tried to kill him once."

"yeah, you tried to kill me, too." junhui huffs, making soonyoung laugh. junhui joins along not too soon. "what about we team kill next time we have a mission? let's kill minghao by accident. it's like a little prank."

"pranks are not funny when someone dies!" soonyoung retorts. "no joke is funny when someone dies, okay!"

"then why does seokmin laugh everytime he accidentally kills someone in a mission?!"

"because he's a maniac!"

"he's my role model," junhui says. soonyoung looked at him, judging his glittery eyes when he talked about seokmin. does he have a crush on him or something? "and i want to ride that—"

"dick?"

"no! his jeep!"

soonyoung teases junhui about seokmin until they reach the kitchen. soonyoung even admitted to have seen seokmin's gigantic dick. though junhui needed to know that, the image of seokmin with.... his gigantic friend down there is etched in his mind and it's disturbing.

luckily, they don't realize that the door to the stock room was slightly open, because if they noticed, chan would faint on the spot.

chan knew that hiding in the stock room wasn't such a good idea. well, he wouldn't blame his hyungs, two people suddenly came and they didn't have enough time to think of where they could hide.

scratch that, they didn't realize it yet.

of course, nothing goes unnoticed in seventeen armed forces. they experience attacks, stalkings, secretly planted cameras, so they have to be conscious of their surroundings, in case some organisation or mafia decides to attack them again. junhui was the one who noticed. "hey, soonyoung? the stock room door is always closed, right?"

soonyoung glances at the stock room door. "go check it out, then. there are knives here if you need it."

behind the stock room door, you can see an endangered chan, about to pee his pants at the mention of knives.

junhui doesn't waste a second like in those horror movies, and opens the door immediately. he was met with four unfamiliar faces.

"hey, soonyoung? when did we have these kids over?" junhui asks, pulling soonyoung to his side to show what he was met with when he opened the stock room door.

chan peed himself a little. he did not know if he should speak or not. though he was having his own little crisis, chan notices jeonghan laughing nervously, grabbing the doorknob before closing the door again.

soonyoung kicked the door open. "the fuck?! ya'll can't just pretend that nothing happened! what kind of person are you to think that that's going to work?"

"if you pretend that nothing happened i might give you something good." jeonghan winks. soonyoung frowns forcefully and nods.

"that depends on how good it is." soonyoung winked back. "so, 2 hours, then i pretend that nothing happened?"

"sure, whe—"

"HYUNG, NO! WE SHOULD RUN!!" chan interrupts, shaking. wonwoo nods, starting to walk outside—but he stops. why did he stop? wonwoo had completely no reason to stop. so he lifts his leg—and he can't. what's happening? why is he literally frozen? wait, why aren't the others moving?! can't they move, too?!

"okay, i'll call them down here. keep that up." junhui leaves the scene and goes upstairs to call the other members, and their leader.

"is this your first time to encounter an ability?" soonyoung asks. "don't worry, i won't kill you."

"it's not our first time, psh." jihoon huffs, making soonyoung laugh in disbelief. what a feisty kid. "what's this? why can't we move?"

"it's an ability—"

"i know what that is. i wanted to know what is your ability, dumbass." jihoon cuts him off. chan secretly prayed that jihoon won't provoke the man in front of them here.

soonyoung shook his head. "why not guess?"

"i asked you for a reason. and that's because i didn't want to guess."

soonyoung laughed evilly. "you know what? i really want to brainwash you right now." jihoon rolls his eyes, annoyed at how this turned out. he can't blame anyone, since nobody really made a sound or did something to lure the residents to there they hid.

"if you didn't come to the kitchen, we would've been full." jihoon spoke, rolling his eyes. jeonghan laughed.

"there, there! keep your tits calm!" jeonghan eyes jihoon. he was laughing but his eyes told jihoon that jeonghan was scared. these men had abilities and they had control over the orphans; they would definitely end up dead if jihoon made more shitty comments or if he provoked them in some other way. "we'll make him behave, you let us move now?!" jeonghan eyed jihoon.

"uh, maybe?" soonyoung disabled his ability, so they could move. "i can control minds. that's why you couldn't move," soonyoung proudly announced, crossing his arms over his chest.

"interesting. you have an ability." wonwoo nods, before turning to look at chan. "didn't you say you can help when we come across another ability user?"

chan stuttered and blushed. "i-i will. it's really ama-amazing!" then jihoon rolled his eyes.

"th-then try t-to help!" jihoon mocks chan, to which chan dropped his head to. wonwoo clicked his tongue.

"what's up?" junhui comes back, with other unknown people behind him. "did they attack or something?"

"nope." soonyoung replied. "but they seem to have a good knowledge about abilities."