“Good morning Captain,” a butler smiled warmly as Baekhyun left his bedroom. 

“Cap,” a young guard saluted when Baekhyun walked down the stairs. 

“Captain!” a maid giggled. 

What the hell was going on? This island was crazy and if he didn’t get off soon, he’d go crazy too. 

“Good morning Cap,” Davi beamed at him from the head of the breakfast table. 

Yifeng and Yixing took in the warm reception that the footballer was receiving from the entire household. 

“There’s a buffet today.” Davi continued talking to Baekhyun alone. “But we can fix you anything you like.” Even Kris set down his knife and fork and raised a bemused brow. 

Sung-kyung stared between the two - wait...she knew that look on his face. This time she pinched him under the table. 

“I’m a bit cold.” He shouldn't have gone into the water.

“Please fetch the Captain some hot chocolate.” It was Hana who spoke to a server. Yixing turned in his chair to stare at his butler. In all the years she’d been in his service, she had never spoken unless a question was posed. She was ty company at the best of times. In 13 years he didn’t know what she liked, what she hated. What did she eat? Hana never revealed anything. Even his attempts to extract information were met with one-word answers. 

“We begin training after breakfast.” Yifeng told his brothers, “The butlers have been slacking off with everything that’s happened this year....” 

“What’s he talking about?” Sung-kyung whispered to Tao. 

“You’re in for a treat. You will be a spectator of the Zhang Family Challenge.”
“It’s like the Consortium Competition,” Kris told her to close the gap in her understanding. Sung-kyung’s mouth formed an O and Yifeng took this to mean she was interested. “Its a battle between the three butlers. The winning butler determines which of us brothers will lead the Zhang family.” 

Yimin looked miserable all over again, “I don’t want Isa, Hana and Mika to fight.” his hands shook, “It’s barbaric…” his voice was thin, barely a whisper. 

Yifeng laughed, embarrassed, “Now is not the time…” he looked around the table, “Besides,” he waved a hand, “It’s tradition.”
“So we should change it,” Yimin mumbled. 

“What do they teach you in that school?” Yifeng muttered. “Ridiculous.” he leaned in closer to his brother with narrowed eyes, “If you win dear brother, then, by all means, change the ing rules.” he snarled and Yimin winced. Yifeng stood and brushed his hair aside, “Now look. I’ve lost my appetite. Septembe