15; 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙

                                    

                                          

"no, you do not understand, minghao. there is a trampoline on the backyard and i have the obligation to use it." junhui explained thoroughly. his hand motions and dilated eyes make minghao even more entertained. how did this man become a part of a mafia and seventeen? "move out of the way, please."
                          
"no, you're going with mingyu."
                          
"it's boring!" junhui whined. minghao raises an eyebrow and junhui sighed in defeat. "fine."
                          
"you and mingyu could carry loads of groceries," jihoon reasoned. he looks up from his phone and shrugs at junhui. "plus, joshua's parents are staying in their room, which sadly is near the backyard. they'll hear you scream like a little girl. and that would be bad, considering that we're guests." 
                          
"what about seungcheol! he's been to the gym more than ever and such!" junhui complained. seungcheol shook his head, pretending to be preoccupied with whatever he was reading on his phone. "oh, wow. what a way to run away from chores."
                          
(seungcheol was on an 18  site.)
                          
"come on, junhui-hyung!" mingyu dragged the nagging junhui outside, masking his struggle with a smile. "the grocery is near. we can go back before the sun sets, plus we don't get to carry the groceries for a long time!"
                          
"fine. but you're paying. if i don't get to play on the trampoline," junhui stood up on his own, walking beside mingyu. the chinese man blinked, and poked mingyu. "you get to deal with this."
                          
"what the f—" mingyu cut himself, clasping both hands on his chest. junhui's red, glowing eyes can pierce a hole into mingyu's head. "since when are you able to do that?! you can't control red demon that much before!"
                          
"well, when i got some time alone to deal with her myself, i learned how to control her slowly. and basically... we're fused now." junhui lifts his arms, scanning it like his body was brand new. "she lets me be in control all the time. unless i call her."
                          
"that's nice, hyung!" mingyu beamed, high fiving with junhui. the older smiled back. "i'm glad to see that you've grown."
                          
"i'm.... still 182 centimetres?" junhui asked, with a baffled expression. mingyu sighed, rolling his eyes at the older's dimwitted questions. or was it a joke? 
                          
"as a person."
                          
"yeah, i'm still 182, i'm a person? what, can i grow as an animal?"
                          
"your per— ugh. why do i even bother." mingyu facepalmed, making a sharp turn to the street on their right. junhui scratched his scalp, still baffled. "don't mind." 
                          
"but i wanna know!" junhui persists, while mingyu only shook his head. "all of you are like this. i will secretly plan an assassination later." at that, mingyu stifled a laugh, making junhui huff. 
                          
the two tall men reached the grocery, grabbing everything the could see and dumping it into their cart. it was probably a bad idea to let the two of them be in charge of the groceries. mingyu insisted buying varieties of paper so they won't have to buy, but junhui bribed mingyu into using his credit card.
                          
just for the thrill of it. once mingyu realizes that he'd been tricked, he'll come for junhui with his arms crossed on top of his chest like a karen.
                          
everything was going well. speaking to some strangers in english, laughing, wasting mingyu's money, and a loud gunshot. 
                          
a loud gunshot. junhui and mingyu looked at each other upon the familiar sound.
                          
"all customers and staff, i repeat all customers and staff should immediately head out of the store now. leave as soon as possible." the speakers blared, drowning all the screams and shrieks of the customers.