Minseok finds himself in the presence of Hong, who may as well be the uncle he never asked for (from hell, he might add) that everyone wants to kick out from the family reunion; or the family tree. Never before in his life has Minseok wanted nothing more than to die in a hole, or grab the gun from Hong's holster and lodge a bullet through his skull. Hong's boisterous laughter rings through his ears again and Minseok grits his teeth, biting back the thousands of sassy remarks that wait on the top of his tongue, waiting for the oh so sweet release. 

As much as he hates Hong, and as much as he knows that his own behavior mirrors that of the other, minus the annoying laughter, he'd rather not mess with the older man who he knows will not hesitate to kill him. He also knows that messing with Hong means making Yifeng angrier than he already is and Minseok would like to tick a few more things off his bucket list of things to do in life. 

They've been sitting in there for hours, and honestly, it's been the worse three hours of Minseok's life and that includes the time where his parents left him at a bar alone with nothing but the clothes on his back. Yixing had gone off on some errand of his seeing as he actually had things to do, but Minseok is still confused as to why he was employed for this ty job. 

Sure the complimentary muffins that some intern brings in every hour are nice, but he swears he can feel every brain cell slowly dying off, as if they're being strangled to death. 

He doesn't even know how to use a gun properly, or any form of advanced combat other than basic self-defense. Either Yifeng is just downright crazy, stupid and irrational, or he's purposely keeping Minseok under close watch because he's just that controlling and sadistic. Minseok knows he's dreaming by trying to convince himself that it is the former option.

Luckily enough for him though, at that moment, Dr Im makes an appearance, shutting up Hong on whatever lame joke he was playing. He stands, joining Hong by the wall and the Dr stops in front of them. Sharp eyes focused on Minseok, she beckons to him. "You, I need your help."

Relief rushes through him and he nods cooly, "Sure, where're we going?"

"Follow me." 

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This time, when Kris wakes up, the first thing that registers in his mind is that he is not in his own room. He is not met with the sight of his dull, grey curtains, or the blare of his alarm. 

Instead he is met with the sight of white and pale blues. In fact, it almost looks like a hospital as he drinks in his surroundings. There's a monitor at his side, beeping obnoxiously, measuring who the hell knows what and a bedside table. Even the bed he's on looks like a hospital bed, albeit a fancier version probably only reserved for those with booming bank accounts.

However, that's where the similarities end. There is no TV, no food, no flowers or get well cards and there is no one there to greet him or assure him that everything is alright.

Or wait. Scratch that, there is. He's expecting a smiling, bubbly doctor who will tell him everything is ok, followed by equally friendly nurses who will take his test results and give him food because, God, he feels like he could eat a horse. Actually, no, he could eat two. 

But, Kris was probably expecting too much, because instead, Minseok walks in, looking bored as . An unsettled feeling enters Kris. 

"Sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up, aye?" Minseok remarks, plonking himself down on one of the couches in front of the bed. "Goodness, I hope I'm getting paid for this."

His tone makes Kris' blood boil for some odd reason. He clenches a fist in the fabric of his quilt. "Where am I and why are you here?"

"Tsk. I would've thought you'd want to know why you're here, but I guess I can talk." Minseok turns around, actually facing him and Kris doesn't know whether or not he should be scared or terrified. "You're currently in bed and