“Wake up, sleepyhead!” There was a loud, insistent voice from above and a pair of hands shaking him awake. Reluctantly, Minghao pried open his eyes and found himself face to face with a person he definitely didn’t expect.

“Seungkwan?” Minghao yelped in surprise, a small part of him disappointed that it was the younger boy and not Junhui. The Chinese boy pushed that feeling away as he forced himself to sit up.

“It’s time for breakfast!” Seungkwan practically sang, cheerful and bubbly. He was kneeling on top of Minghao’s blanket and bore a wide smile. Minghao wondered how in the world was the telepath so energetic in the morning when all he wanted was to fall back to bed and sleep for the next twenty four hours.

Noticing Minghao’s forlorn expression, Seungkwan didn’t hesitate as he grabbed hold of the older boy’s arm. Tugging at Minghao unrelentingly, Seungkwan commanded, “come on. Get out of bed, you have training.”

“Training?” Minghao echoed, his interest piqued for a grand total of three seconds — he could finally learn how to generate force fields again, and maybe even teleport — before laziness kicked in and he started resisting Seungkwan’s pull.

“Oh, come on!” Seungkwan complained in annoyance as the two boys engaged in a mini tug of war until Seungkwan pulled out the trump card. “Do you want me to get Junhui hyung here?”

Almost instantaneously, Minghao jumped out of bed in a flash, surprising Seungkwan slightly. Minghao stretched his arms and exclaimed purposefully, as if wanting a particular someone to know that he was up and going, “I’m awake! Let’s go for breakfast!”

Seungkwan didn’t even try to hide his triumphant smirk as he got to his feet. He shared with some pride, “I knew that would work.”

Realization hit Minghao like a truck as he gaped at Seungkwan, accusing him, “you knew I didn’t want Junhui ge to think I’m a kid and you used that against me.”

“Well, he’s still going to think you’re a kid if you don’t go for breakfast soon.” Seungkwan informed the other boy pointedly. He opened the bedroom door and tossed over his shoulder carelessly, “don’t say that I didn’t tell you but you’re actually the last one up.”

There was a frantic blur of movement as Minghao flew past Seungkwan so fast that he nearly mistook him for Soonyoung.

Breakfast was a long drawn affair with all thirteen of them crammed into the kitchen. The dining table could only fit six people but the boys had brought in other chairs so that it now could accommodate at least ten, albeit it was a tight squeeze.

Minghao managed to find a seat beside Seungcheol who gave a sleepy nod of acknowledgement. Not really feeling hungry, Minghao instead took the time to observe his new family carefully.

Seungcheol was clearly the father figure, being the leader and oldest, but the mother position appeared to be a debate between Jisoo and Junhui, both who were equally caring and thoughtful. For all his feminine looks, Jeonghan didn’t appear to really mother any of them, except for Seokmin whom he really took care of.

Speaking of which, Minghao was almost a hundred percent sure that there was something going on between the brown haired boy and Soonyoung. Both were clearly best friends but there also appeared to be an underlying layer of between them. Yet, they didn’t seemed to be officially in a relationship which kind of confused Minghao.

On the other hand, Minghao thought as he let his eyes rest on Wonwoo and Mingyu who were seated opposite him, these two are definitely officially together. He watched shamelessly as Wonwoo tried to eat his breakfast as Mingyu pulled him to his lap even though there was no shortage of seats.

“Hey,” Wonwoo complained softly, glancing at the younger who only grinned boyishly and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. As Mingyu wrapped his arms around the elder’s waist, Wonwoo rolled his eyes before continuing to eat.

They’re so cute that I’m jealous, Minghao sighed wistfully at the couple in front of him before switching his attention to Jeonghan and Jisoo, the other couple Minghao was certain was together.

The two older boys were both standing by the kitchen counter and the long haired one was whispering into Jisoo’s ear, a protective arm around the younger’s waist. Jisoo was silent but nodded his head ever so often in response to Jeonghan’s words.

I’m so jealous now, Minghao admitted to himself before finally returning his attention to his breakfast. He never thought that he would be jealous of couples but now that the situation has changed, Minghao mused in envy if he’ll ever find a significant other. Deep in thought, it took Minghao a second to realize that Chan had slided into the empty seat beside Minghao.

“Hey, Minghao hyung,” Chan greeted, grinning. Minghao smiled back, the younger boy was fun to be with.

“What’s up?” Minghao asked as he resumed eating. Chan tugged at his arm and Minghao feed him a spoonful of scrambled eggs.

Chewing gleefully, Chan replied, “Jihoon hyung wanted me to tell you that you’re going to be training with us today so like, prepare yourself?”

“Oh, yeah, Seungkwan told me that already.” Minghao replied before he frowned slightly. Why didn’t Jihoon hyung come tell me that himself, instead of getting Chan to? Minghao hesitated for a moment before asking timidly. “Does — I don’t know — Jihoon hyung not like me or something?”

Chan stared at Minghao in surprise. “Why would you think that?”

“Erm,” Minghao looked away awkwardly before answering, “last night, when I approached you guys, he got up and walked away. And he didn’t come tell me about the training himself but got you to instead. Not to mention, he never spoke a word to me and I never even heard his voice before.”

“Hmm.” Chan mused thoughtfully, solemn. He shrugged his shoulders before suggesting. “Maybe you’re just overreaching. Jihoon hyung just takes a really long time to warm up to people.”

Minghao wasn’t convinced that was the only reason but he didn’t want to press on any further. Instead, he gave a half hearted shrug back. “Maybe, it’s just me then.”

“Don’t worry, Minghao hyung.” Chan quickly reassured the older boy, patting his shoulder comfortingly while plucking his fork from his hand. “We’re a family now.”

“Right, family.” Minghao reminded himself quietly even though he still felt uneasy. But does everyone think that?

“So, anyways,” Chan went on, oblivious to Minghao’s internal turmoil. He continued to eat the other's breakfast while giving instructions. “Jihoon hyung also wants you to be ready and go to the training area by twelve.”

“Training area?” Minghao repeated, turning to Chan who was shovelling a forkful of bacon into his mouth. “Hey, get your own breakfast.” Minghao admonished as he snatched his fork back.

“There's no more and I’m a growing boy!” Chan whined in response and Minghao grudgingly passed the fork back. He was too nervous to eat anyway.

“You still haven't answered my question. We have a training room?” Minghao inquired with growing curiosity. How do they even get all the money? The Chinese boy stared at Chan in anticipation.

Chan had a mouthful of eggs and bacon but nodded his head, affirming the presence of a training area.

“Where is it?” Minghao questioned, cranking his neck to look at the hallway as if he may have missed out the door to the training area.

Swallowing, Chan took a second to compose himself before finally answering, “it's in the basement. We bought the basement to be used as a training area when we bought the apartments.”

“What? Where do you guys even get the money to buy everything?” Minghao couldn't resist but demand, surprised by the knowledge of another property. Honestly, is everyone a rich kid or something? “Do you guys even have jobs?”

“Well, we don't. Seungkwan hyung, Hansol hyung and I are still schooling but the other hyungs don't work.” Chan shared before scratching