Minseok was the first to scream as he stared at the terrible sight before him.

He started to back away slowly as Junmyeon began to advance. 

"Junjun... We love you... You don't have to do this!" Kyungsoo tried, eyes darting frantically between Junmyeon and the open door behind him.

"Yes I do, boys. You need to learn."

The boys gulped as they stared at the scissors in Junmyeon's hands. They were dangerously close to the pile of possessions resting on the comfy looking armchair in the center of the room.

Amongst the various possessions were posters, t-shirts, signed postcards, and even old awards and ribbons from their childhood achievements. 

"How did you get these??" Minseok screeched, making to start towards the other male.

He stopped as Junmyeon snipped the scissors at him threateningly.

"I've had them for a while actually," he stated, "I knew they would come in handy someday!"

He began to fiddle with a ribbon award from Kyungsoo's third school year. He dangled it in middair, letting it swing back and forth.

"NO PLEASE NOT THAT ONE" Kyungsoo pleaded. His wide eyes quivered.

Snip.