(No POV) 

The faint beeping in the room became more and more apparent. Everything was black, but the only thing that was working was his ears.

Realizing it was actually because he had to put effort into opening his eyes he slowly peeled one eye open. 

Sitting there was a man carrying a large knife and multiple syringes wedged between each finger. 

Eyes opened for a second seeing the mass amount of blood that decorated the figure then promptly fainted.

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"Eh?" The masked figure looked over to the fainted man laying in bed as if he never woke up to begin with.

An hour later the beeping returned, muffled scuffling added to the background.

"What?"

"He might not remember certain things."

"Why not?"

"It's not like you to ask so many questions. but it seems that adding to his bullet wound he was hit in the head."

"Oh yeah..."

"It shouldn't last long though.

"Should he be waking up any time soon?"

"Well he almost did earlier?"

"Almost?"

"Well, he did, but I arrived here shortly after I helped the last patient."

"And?"

"He fainted"

"..."

"Well, he should be waking up again any time today."

"Okay."

"Stop worrying, you always wait here everyday."

"I can't help it."

"I know."

Head pounding, he remembered, open your eyes. 

Another man was in his sight, similar to before, now holding no suspicious objects, or covered in crimson.

"Hello, how are you?" the other voices lessened to a hush, the only things in view was a kind face, dimple decorating one cheek. Behind was a worried man, eyebrows furrowed and face tense. He was hot. It eased slightly the more he looked at it. He attempted to give a smolder to the guy, making his eyebrows furrow again.

"huh?" his own voice cracked painfully, hoarse of not being used for so long.

"Oh! Here, water?" the doctor offered him a glass, which he emptied ungracefully, sitting up only to find his back and head in extreme pain.

"What happened?" he choked out.

"Well, you were involved in a bit of a well..., accident," Mr. Doctor... Lay? answered.

"Who are you?" he didn't recognize either of them, or the room but he directed the question at the cute guy in the room. 

"I'm Lay, do you know who you are?" Lay introduced himself," this one here is Xiumin."

"I'm Lu.. han," Luhan introduced himself as well. 

"And what do you do?" Lay tested him for any signs of amnesia, Luhan knew this, hey even did this in the movies, but he didn't have amnesia.. did he?

"I am in training," he confessed. They didn't need to know the full anyway.

"How old are you?" Lay pushed.

"Eighteen...," Luhan guessed.

"Xiumin?" he turned to the other man for answers.

"That's not correct, that's from 2008, Luhan, it's 2016 right now," Xiumin corrected carefully.

"Have you been on any missions?" Lay gave him the cue that they both knew of his occupation as a hitman in training.

"Not yet," Luhan knew now, "so I'm an amnesiac?" he looked up to Xiumin asking.

"Well, probably not for long," Lay looked back at what was probably his hospital records.

"But I don't know you guys? Are you new recruits? Or am I in the hospital bay?" Luhan looked around at the unfamiliar room.

"No, it's best if we tell you from the start," Xiumin stepped forward, making him straighten automatically.

"Well, you know the basics it seems, but I guess a few years later you get to become a part of your hitmen group. After then you go inactive for a few months until just a while ago. You'll have to get reacquainted with everyone, but considering it's only been a few days since you've been here, that won't be too hard."

"I get to become a hitman?" He was surprised, he thought it'd never come.

"Don't think you'll get to go back on the field so soon, you need to first rest, you've been out for weeks so you're better than before, but still not in perfect shape. Also considering that you don't have all that experience and training," making him groan.

Another man enters the room just then. 

"Luhan!" he yells, making him wince at the sound.

"Who are you?" Luhan's confused.

"Oh! You can call be Baekhyun!" Baekhyun turns down the volume a bit.

"Bacon?" Luhan's ears are still ringing.

"Baekhyun."

"So, how'd this even happen?" Luhan asked, a wave of pain washing over his head again.

"With all my new recruits, being only a few, I take them out on a test mission, just to test their skills and how they'd deal with a a suspicious character. That being that you didn't know who or what I looked like until now," Xiumin cursed himself. Baekhyun pat his shoulder reassuringly. 

"Who are you?" he knew his name but, what importance could he have.

"I'm your new leader, I disguised myself at first. Moving on though, during the mission, you seemed to put a lot of pressure on yourself, handling me like a civilian like I acted as. You almost died in the process, interrupting before I was going to break character by protecting me. You got shot in the back and was thrown on the floor shortly after," Xiumin sighed at the memory.

"I sound pretty lame," Luhan thought that because, how could a hitman really not notice that.

"Don't worry, you almost caught me in my act, it was harder to hide myself compared to others, plus you were being pretty righteous," he tried to lift his spirits.

"You should've seen me when I started, I didn't catch on at anything he was hinting," Baekhyun laughed more at himself.

Great. He was a hero hitman?

"But... how'd I even survive?" Luhan felt he aching that seemed like it was right at his heart.

"The man that shot you just missed your heart, but our friend here, Lay is here for a reason. He's practically magical, no mater how beat up we are, he always seems to help us recover," Lay was whistling in the corner of the room. They didn't know if her was listening or not, but if he was, he didn't turn. He was now watering a plant innocently.

"Really?" He didn't believe it.

"You better believe it, even I don't know if he's as innocent as he looks," Baekhyun proceeds to whisper, "the guy acts all innocent and cute but he know every pressure point in the body."

"Oh okay," reminder to never get Lay angry.

"Did you see him earlier?" Xiumin recalled the earlier conversation.

"I saw some scary guy covered in blood," he had a flashback of the syringes again.

"That's him," Xiumin sighed.

"Well what'll happen now?" Luhan rubbed his head.

"No missions, but you can explore a bit I guess, your room, hang out with the other crew members, see what they do, then later maybe train and test your knowledge along the way," Xiumin smiled.

"Xiu, you're being so nice, you totally like him more than me," Baekhyun whined, latching onto Xiumin's arm in faux depression.

"Shut up," Xiumin snapped, making Baekhyun smile.

Luhan realized that that was probably his usual mannerism. 

"Take your time, I'll tell the others you woke up," Xiumin turned and left the room briskly, Luhan hadn't exactly let the view slide either, because... that .

"So you think you can get up? We can at least go to your room, I'll leave you there afterward," Baekhyun offered, calming down significantly after Xiumin left. It made Luhan think that he acted annoying around him just to he'd get upset.

"Yeah, I'll try," Luhan rejected Baekhyun's helping hand and pushed himself out of bed with a grunt. 

"Oh, Luhan, take these, just painkillers," Lay tripped over... nothing? But managed to get the medicine safely to Luhan across the room.

"Thanks Lay," he thanked the kind man.

"No problem! Don't be afraid to come again!" 

Luhan knew that he meant to visit or something, but his mind drifted, imagining that Lay actually wanted Luhan to hurt himself to coming death in order to visit. 

Oh well.

"Your room is right here, if you need me or anyone else they are most likely in their rooms in this hall, except for Xiumin, his room is elsewhere, but you'll find it eventually. Right down that hall is the living room and kitchen," Baekhyun gave an eyes smile, " don't worry, it's safe here, upstairs are two stores we work for undercover."

"Thanks," Luhan watched Baekhyun retreat down the hall, and he locked the door, looking forward to looking through his things rather than sleeping or resting.

He sat, clicking open a suitcase filled with an array of weapons. 

"So these are all my things huh?" He flicked through the things he normally saw. Guns, disguised weapons, tranquilizer, even bombs. 

Sure, he never actually worked with some of them but... he had enough practice. He looked back onto his time in his... old organization that seemed like yesterday where he used to work. 

Luhan eyed the mirror, taking in the dramatic change that he went through. He practically went from eighteen to twenty six. So much for having his baby face go away. Still looked as young as ever, besides the slight changes. Sharper jaw line, less fat, thicker brows. Even his hair was dyed a platinum color, not having the same sheen and fluff as before. It made him look a bi more mature, but not by much. 

He wondered what it was like, what he was like. If he knew anything, it was that Xiumin was a really cool guy. Like really cool. 

It didn't take long after training with a bunch of other hormonal teenage boys to find out he was gay. He practically embraced it, but then again, did Xiumin?

He'd stick to just ogling him for now. He barely knew the man anyway.

Gently setting himself on the bed as not to further hurt his back and head, and thought of what was in store for him. he knew he was different from the other kids at the organization. He'd grown up with other kids they stripped off the streets, Luhan at a young age. He was trained to kill, trained to use weapons, mostly studying and agility at first, introducing lethal weapons at their sixteenth birthdays. 

He wasn't afraid to kill, but he did know he was different from the others. He at least had the emotions to spare an innocent kid, enough emotions to want to go out, have fun, disobey orders. 

Here he lay now, at an organization that he worked for, with people who seemed pretty nice, he didn't care whether or not he had to kill, but only if someone could accept him. Staring at the gun sitting in the case again, turning over on his side, a sharp pain inflicted at the side of his head. A flash of a man's haggard face appeared for the slightest second. 

Heavy eyelids sagged, and Luhan realized just how tired he was. 

Then finally drifted off in a peaceful sleep.