𝙀𝙇𝙔𝙎𝙄𝘼𝙉

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"After that, he said he wanted to sleep and Minnie carried him upstairs, himself. Can you believe it?" A knit ruby haired, rugged lady said. 

"And then?" 

"Then, afterwards I was made to clobber round the remaining hostages' heads, and they whimpered in fear. Joon, trust me, I wanted to cackle out loud, but then-" 

"Guys!!! Guys, guys, guys!!! I've some striking occurrence to share with you," Chris barged in the depository, his churlish manners being in play. "Oh great! Juli-ah and Joon are both here, I see."

"Fuck you, Chris!! Why do you need to come now?" Juli-ah frowned, her arms made into an interjection. 

"Go, touch some grass!!" Chris was at it again, his absolute inapt remarks. "Well Joon, do you know what is happening in the hallway? Minnie said he's surrendering to that boy, that young one."

"Surrendering?" Juli-ah and Joon both stopped at their tracks. 

"What does that even mean? Don't miss the show guys, common!! Join us. Daeseong and I are already being entertained." 

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"Let me go, please!" 

"Why do you want to run away from me? Am I bothersome??" Minhyuk distanced from Sehun, admittedly he did not want to scare away the one he has found himself within. 

Sehun's eyes bubbled with tears, his instinct was that of fight or flight. Sehun indeed was borne by danger, but never have he ever come upon such a perplexing sitch. 

"Do you see it, Joon?" Chris murmured, only to earn a biff at his elbow from Juli-ah.

"Grrrrr!" 

Minhyuk keeked at them before leaving Sehun by himself. He was afraid Sehun might be on the verge of weeping and the reason would be him.

He stared at Sehun until the Grey eyes disappeared from his sight, into the room Minhyuk had taken him before. 

"Yeah, so?" Minhyuk turned around, approaching Chris, his elbow resting on the migrant's shoulder, "The show is over. Sadly, so is your entertainment." 

"E- entertainment? Wh- what are you saying?" Chris averted his gaze to keep it from meeting Minhyuk's. His feet shifted weight to each other. 

"I told him not to get himself meddled in Minnie's matters. He just never listens to me," Daeseong complained, muttering to Juli-ah. Whereas Joon could only stand and watch, in the fullness of time, they loved their dear lives. 

Minhyuk sniggered on Chris's face, "Daeseong, go get some food for Eve. He probably hasn't eaten anything since last night." 

"I- I'm sorry, Minnie."

"Minnie?" 

Juli-ah rolled her eyes as she exchanged a vision with Daeseong, expressive enough to recount that their thoughts were alike: Chris was definitely made for anything but this. 

"S- sorry, I meant sir."

"Daeseong, what did I say?" A smirk still overt at the corner of his lips.

"Yes, sir!!" 

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Some sprouted beans boiled in lukewarm water, garnished with herbs and a little of spices, dipped in the broth. That was all Daeseong and Joon could figure out. Joon said he did not really remember the recipe, whereas Daeseong avowed he is afraid of steam and of the sound when something is put into oil. 

"If by any means, Eve or whatever he is refuses to eat this, we are dead," Joon kept stirring the pot incessantly. 

Daeseong didn't talk much, which was rather bizarre, for as long as Joon has known him, Daeseong is the type to lament anytime he is made to do kitchen work. Joon has known him for four years. 

"Daeseong?"

He disregarded Joon's call. 

"Daeseong?? Are you alright?" 

No, this time too he did not take notice of the address. 

"DAESEONG!?" Joon gave him a timid push. 

"Huh? Yeah? I was engrossed in the recipe, you know if there's any mistake, Minnie is going to bury me alive. I don't get it, who the heck is that boy? Who is Eve? And why is Minnie so biased towards him? Only because he is pretty?? Why aren't the other hostages treated the same way if he is? He isn't even that pretty, at least-" 

"Daeseong," Joon interjected, after a pause he said "Are you okay?" 

Daeseong inhaled in a deep breath, his lips being bit by canines.

"I am," he sighed. 

"It's alright," Joon patted his shoulder. 

"Hey, boys?? Why are you in the kitchen? Did Minnie persuade you to be?" A woman spoke, drawing Daeseong’s attention prior. 

"Kiara? Is your leave over?" Joon asked after covering the soup with a ceramic lid.

"No, but Chris briefed me about your new initiative. So, I thought I might be needed. And I wasn't wrong!!" Kiara, who has been working as their cook since the inauguration of this gang, looked around. "So much has changed in these two weeks? You people really don't know anything, how come a decent place became dirty to this extent? You all are going to die from diarrhoea if you continue preparing foods and consuming them in this environment."

"I don't get it, why have we kept a cook, Kiara? If we are to do these kinds of things ourselves then do us a favor and take your leave," Daeseong acted too insolent. 

"Eh? Are you sure about that? I would be more than happy to take my leave from a clique of terrorists. I'm highly educated and I do it only because I love to do it, I'm not obligated to."

"Uh- huh, Kiara, please don't take his words to heart. He is a little disturbed today," Joon picked up the soup bowl, "Kiara, I don't think it came out as we wanted it to, can you fix it for us?" 

"Is it for Minnie?" Kiara laughed lightly, "Since when did he start eating soup?" 

"No, it is for Eve," Daeseong said. 

"Who is Eve?"

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"May I come in, Eve?" 

Sehun blenched at that unlooked- for appearance. 

"Oh, you? D- Da- what was your name again?" 

Daeseong found a very familiar smell in the room,

"Do you smoke?"

"I'm sorry, I just needed to calm down my nerves a little. I found a pack lying here, so-"

"That's mine. The packet is mine," Daeseong ambled inside, "Here, grab your food. We didn't know your preference so we made some soup, is that okay with you? It is still hot," He put the bowl down on an end table. 

"Uhm yeah!" 

"Bon appetite!" His restrained voice spoke, devoid of any emotion before prepared to leave. But he terminated and looked at Sehun. 

"My name is Daeseong."

"Daeseong hyung…are you angry with me?" Sehun left the cot behind, wanting to pal up with Daeseong. His hands nearly came in contact with Daeseong’s arm, only if Daeseong didn't brush off Sehun's hands. 

"For what?" 

"Smoking your cigarettes…and I didn't ask for permission," Sehun looked down. 

Daeseong scoffed, 

"You're already taking away things which were mine without my permission, anyway."

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