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“My my, angel, what a deck you have,” 

Suho's words resounded around our suddenly tense table, and I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat. His tone was sweet, sugary sweet, and I recognized how fake it was almost immediately. He was smirking, a very attractive smirk that is making my insides churn. He crossed his arms over the table, and leaned all of his weight on them. His muscles flexed at that single movement, and I couldn't help but stare, because my dad’s sweater tightened around his biceps and made him look more real to me.

It was strange how Suho, the warrior, sat beside us with a huge smirk and how he was eyeing my warriors with amazement – if I didn't knew any better, I think I spotted mockery in his eyes - I suddenly recognized the endearment word he called me with, ‘Angel,’ but there was nothing close to endearing about his crude tone. I gulped and looked back at my boys, noticing how they were all eyeing him with terror in their eyes. Even Baekhyun, who doesn't usually show such feelings at all, had his eyes widen as he stared at Suho’s soul. Suho was staring at them with amusement – something absolutely different from the terror-stricken expressions the others had – somehow, I caught something along recognition and confusion in Suho’s eyes, also in the boys’ eyes, despite the raw feelings they were showing.

Something clicked within me all of a sudden. Do they know each other? I stared at Suho like he had grown another set of hands, and he glanced back at me with a smirk when he noticed my lingering stare. He smiled, so mockingly, and so flirtatiously that made my stomach growl. 

“How is this possible?” Xiumin muttered from in front of me, right beside Sehun. The disbelief was written clearly in his eyes, and from under the table, I could feel his knees wiggling in discomfort. “Are you a magnet of some sort?” Sehun was the one who spoke this time, but unlike’s Xiumin’s voice, his tone was clear and evident, and his eyes were focused solely on me. I didn't know what he meant. What magnet is he talking about? I stared at him, confused and dubious, and Sehun’s lips curved a little. Then suddenly, all of their eyes were on me, and I shuddered at the soul-eating stares they were giving me, no traces of any evident emotions in their orbs. I fidgeted, and tried to look down at my food. I picked on a fry and was about to stuff it in my mouth, but a hand reached over and snatched it from me. I looked at my right in surprise, and Suho munched on the said fry slowly, his eyes sending all kind of unsettling feelings within me. His lips curved upwards, and his wet, pinkish muscle poked out of its cavern and started on his lips.  I gulped, my eyes glued to that single movement of his. Staying beside this boy is definitely not healthy for my poor heart.

“Joonmyeon hyung!” we both snapped out of our eye-contact when Sehun childishly exclaimed, lifting his bubble tea and smacking it back on the table, a heavy scowl decorating his beautiful face. I looked away from Sehun with flushing cheeks, knowing that that judging stare is definitely for me. My eyes suddenly lit up when I realized the name Sehun just called Suho with was his real name, and I stared at the warrior to find him sending Sehun surprised looks, like he didn't expect the warrior to reveal his name in front of me. 

“What?” Suho shrugged, his eyes bearing innocence that was down right fake. Sehun pouted like a kid and flung a fry over Suho’s head, making the said warrior sigh in annoyance. My mouth gaped open at their interaction, and how Suho just casually started eating from Sehun’s plate to infuriate the boy, who kept on slapping Suho’s hands to stop him from eating his food. Seeing them fighting over food made me wonder why Baekhyun despised it, how different can they all be from Baekhyun? 

“Why are you here? Nobody has called you out in over fifty years,” Xiumin interrupted their childish banter with a single question, and suddenly the playful atmosphere dropped into the old, tense one from before. I gulped at Xiumin’s hard eyes pinning Suho like he is his enemy. I decided that I wouldn't interfere with their conversation, since it seemed to turn heated, and I usually was never good with heated arguments. I stared at Baekhyun from my peripheral view, and I saw him clutching on his full bubble tea a little strongly. His shoulders were exceptionally tight, flexed in nervousness, and I had this urge in touching his hands and tell him everything is going to be alright.

“Wow, its kind of strange coming from you, Minseok. When was the last time I actually saw your face? Seventy years ago? Eighty?” Suho smiled sarcastically, his tongue poking on his upper teeth in ridicule. The way Xiumin furrowed his eyebrows made me momentarily hate Suho’s guts, because Xiumin is a very soft person for that kind of action to suit his face. But then again, I was super curious on the current conversation they were having. Did Xiumin really see Suho fifty years ago? And Suho saw Minseok eighty years ago? What the hell is this? How old are they, exactly? Suho must have been really old if the last time he saw Minseok was eighty years ago. His words caused Minseok to growl dangerously at him, and my heart skipped a beat at the intensity of that sound. Suho merely shrugged, a devilishly innocent demeanor around him. 

Surprisingly, Sehun was very silent through their conversation, only picking on his straw silently while peeking through his bangs. I immediately could feel the awkwardness radiating from him, and I thought Sehun is probably the only person in this circle who wanted Suho here. Finally, Baekhyun opened his mouth and spoke for the first time ever since Suho came here. “What do you want?” Suho’s lips carved into a beautiful smile that didn't look like a smile, it was too deadly to be classified as a such. “This pretty angel,” Suho paused to point at me with his finger. “Had triggered my curiosity, so I decided to watch her. And what do you know? Three of my precious brothers are in her possession!” Suho clapped a little too enthusiastically, sending me a smile. I shuddered at the creepiness in that single gesture, and I found myself crawling away from him, my back coming into contact with Baekhyun's chest. I would have apologized and pushed away, but with this devil-like creature beside me made me scared. He actually seemed a little too differently (a lot too differently) from the first time I’ve seen him. Why is that?

“Wait!” I suddenly let out, recalling his words in my head. “Your brothers? Sehun, he is one of your brothers?” I asked Sehun with puzzlement, and the boy pursed his lips into a thin line before replying, this time he didn't bother looking at me. “Ye—“

“I wouldn't say brothers, but we are all in the same deck—why are you all staring at me like that?” Suho smiled as he tried to explain to me instead of Sehun, looking around him with amusement at the crestfallen expressions of the boys.  I glanced around me as well, wondering why Suho suddenly asked them in the midst of his sentence. I found them all looking at him in horror, like he said something he wasn't supposed to say at all. 
“Wait a minute, you didn't tell her?” Suho’s grin was too wide for my likening, and I found my face falling, knowing that there is something they haven't bothered to tell me. The disappointment must have been so clear in my face, because they shifted their attention to me with wide eyes. 

“Thanks Suho, for your devious help!” snapped Xiumin in annoyance, and Suho grinned at him and replied to him with a smile and a sweet ‘You’re welcome,’ that made me cringe. Sehun's eyes stared into my soul, as if he was waiting for my real reaction, to explode at him and tell them they did wrong. Baekhyun simply stared at his bubble tea, not an ounce of remorse in his orbs as he started sipping on his bubble tea slowly. I furrowed my eyebrows at his indifferences, and as if sensing my eyes on him, he merely shrugged. That actually made my blood boil.

“I think my master is calling me. Gotta’ go,” Suho playfully pointed at his behind, like someone is actually calling for him when we all know he was being sneaky. I swiftly stared at him as he stood up, and he took my attention on him as an advantage as he lowered himself down at me, resting his hand on the table to stabilize himself. Our noses almost touched, and there was sudden quietness that erupted around us at his bold gesture. He let a small smirk roll out of his lips, his unoccupied hand lifting up to brush a loose lock of hair off of my cheek.

“I’ll remember you,” he then boldly kissed my cheek and staggered away, leaving me in a heated dazed state, my heart violently thundering inside my ribcage. I was sure