"hey, shrimpy, cat-eyes!" soonyoung's head poked out of the elevator. "get in, we're going to order new motorbikes for you!" so, the two memebers went inside the elevator and waited for the lift to arrive at the fourth floor.
out of nowhere, jihoon spoke. "soonyoung's the cutest-! GODDAMNIT, SOONYOUNG! STOP CONTROLLING ME!" wonwoo realizes that soonyoung had controlled jihoon, so he spoke such words that jihoon won't probably say. soonyoung was busy laughing, on the other side. "your jokes really aren't funny, what's up with your humor?"
"hey, if i find it funny, i laugh! happiness comes in simple things!" soonyoung protests, slamming a fist on his chest like he was a knight facing his king. jihoon only rolled his eyes at soonyoung, turning to avoid the taller's gaze.
wonwoo puffed up his cheeks, letting out air from his mouth slowly in impatience. the elevator dinged quickly after, and the three went out of the lift. "hey, you three! look at chan's design! it's really sleek!" mingyu says, upon their entrance.
"oh, we can customize?!"
"of course, shrimpy! we have budget!" soonyoung winked. jihoon rolled his eyes yet again. wonwoo just nodded in agreement, finding customisation according to personality is necessary.
"is it really unexpected of me to like this kind of stuff?" chan asked, scratching his scalp. chan's motorbike design was akin to seokmin's jeep palette, black and silver. but, chan added a touch of gold as linings on the side.
"yeah, you're all fluffy and stuff!" mingyu comments, reaching to pinch chan's cheek. chan chuckled.
"my design is the most impressive one! don't you agree, joshuji?!" jeonghan nudged joshua, who was busy arranging the customisation orders to the motorcycle company. "it's a classic motorbike, all silver! but with glitters!" jeonghan opens his arms, proud of what he has done.
wonwoo was busy making his own customisation, but he shook his head and replied: "that's a bad idea." to which jeonghan pouted. jihoon finished early and his design didn't get as much attention; it was a normal black motorbike with grey parts. what surprised them again, was wonwoo's style.
"what the heck....." mingyu muttered, staring at the final draft that wonwoo made. "is that like... hot wheels inspired?"
"i think it is." soonyoung looked at the screen. "wow. that's so...creative."
wonwoo's design was all red. some yellow and orange for the flames. "i find it interesting and cool." wonwoo reasoned. joshua shrugged, deciding not to judge everyone for their choices.
"okay, no regrets!" joshua exclaimed. "HEUSC, submit the four files."
"completed." the virtual assistant replied, before speaking again. "new report, incoming. would you like me to summarize it for you, sir?"
"sure!" soonyoung replied.
"you're not the one being asked!"
"ah, yes, please do." joshua intervenes, before mingyu and soonyoung turn their arguement into a full blown dance showdown.
"over 19 dead hostages were found on the port bay in seoul. all of the victims' bodies are cut open at the torso. instead of organs inside the corpses, police found money worth 500,000 won with a note 'for my family, o.' hunches on the killer not certain."
"fuck, did HEUSC say 'for my family, o'? we all know which mafia does that!" soonyoung comments, chan gasps. joshua was using the speakers to call everyone upstairs.
"m-mafia?"
"yes. that mafia is almost as equally strong as pledis mafia, yet they're under pledis mafia. you know them well, they're the ones who you grew up with." soonyoung stated, giving jihoon one glance. that one glance told jihoon that soonyoung cared for him. soonyoung still remembers the incident in their first mission together. "fukuro mafia."
"but how did you know?" jeonghan asked. wonwoo took this chance to show his wittiness.
"fukuro is owl in japanese. 'o' stands for owl, or maybe owl's eyes." wonwoo stood up. "it might be really simple logic for a big mafia, but it seems like they're doing that on purpose so they gain a name in the media, to make an impression on their rivals."
"wonwoo's so smart.." joshua muttered. "that's correct. we're the ones responsible for these kinds of crime. we should do something about the families and fukuro mafia."
"we saw the report!" junhui exclaimed, being the first one to step out of the elevator. "i don't have an idea."
"you always don't." minghao shoved junhu out of the way, entering the scene like a celebrity. "should we send a group, a duo or do all of us need to be involved?"
"i think, on this one, we need to split our duties. like, for consoling and explaining to the families, we should let calm members talk to them. for fukuro mafia's capture..." mingyu spoke.
"i think all of us are needed." seungkwan added—and then he continued, "wait, confronting fukuro mafia?! didn't we like, lose 3 times? and 1 time to pledis?"
jeonghan subconsciously looked at seungcheol—he remembered what he heard last night. this pledis mafia is dangerous, and jeonghan's pretty sure that anyone involved with pledis mafia is dangerous too. i mean, i know fukuro mafia well, and i know some of their weak points—but fighting against them? really?
"i think we have to face them head on this time." seungcheol said. "the new members might not be ready for this, but we're here to guide them and back them up, right? plus, with them, we're stronger."
"that's good and all, but what's the plan?" minghao impatiently asked. vernon nodded along, wanting to go back to bed and sleep.
"whatever that may be, i need to be with joshuji!" jeonghan gushed. all of the other members sighed in unison, surprising jeonghan. "hey, did you guys really have to do in synchronised? is that for emphasis or..? honestly, it's scary how you sighed all at the same time coincidentally."
"this plan is stupid." jihoon raised a hand, before slamming it on the table. the table in the meeting room was pretty hard, so chan could only imagine how hurtful that have been. "why do i get to make the first move?! in horror movies people who're baited usually sacrifice!"
"wonwoo's with you, he can move any bullets away from you." junhui replied.
"i don't know, but if i die, i want you guys to sprinkle my ashes on every meal you eat."
"you don't—!" seungcheol facepalmed. some of the members chuckled. "okay, this mission might be too big, this plan might be too scary for you, jihoon, but trust us—we're going to win this time."
"oh yeah. damn right we are." seungkwan said, smiling and glaring at jihoon. jihoon's face crinkled, before seungkwan wriggled his eyebrows at jihoon. jihoon decides to look at other things instead.
"okay, no more objections? meeting is finished."
"jeonghan-hyung?" the door creaked, revealing chan. "what is it?"
"let me in first!" jeonghan exclaimed, getting in himself. "okay, chan, you might not like this but..."
"get to the point, hyung." chan jerked his thumb to his new phone. seems like he was busy before jeonghan came. "what is it?"
"well, i heard your conversation with seungcheol. i think we should leave seventeen."
silence.
silence.
silence.
"hyung, not that i don't trust you..." chan sighed, sounding like he's tired. "but, hyung, this whole thing might be full of bloodshed and injuries, it's still a good place to stay for me."
"it's just....i don't want you to get hurt, or the others to get hurt. my ability could help, but i'm not a doctor. what if you get a bad injury, and i make it worse—but what if that instantly kills you? i can't heal people whose hearts have stopped beating." jeonghan ruffled chan's hair, giving him a smile full of worry.
"i'll be careful for you, hyung!" chan reassures, making jeonghan feel a little less stressed. "you should be careful too, okay?"
"okay." jeonghan said.
a/n: updates will be delayed for a week! :(( but when i get back, i'll post several chapters to make up to it! also, i may post another short jihan ff soon ＼＼\٩(๑'^'๑)۶//／／