Seonghwa couldn't believe that he had fallen asleep during his first day; thinking back on it now – a week later — he was embarrassed with himself. 

His brother's had left and gone back to their apartments with their boyfriends and Taehyung and Yoongi frequently visited him to make sure he had enough food and the like. 

It was nice to know that some people caeed about him that much to go out of their way for him. It really made him feel happy and lucky to have such good hyung's.

"Another day of boringness, I guess." Seonghwa mumbled, brushing back his black bangs and staring across at the wall in his bedroom. 

Everyday of the past week, his mind had been drained and not only because he was really tired and there was black bags under his eyes — he had to conceal them with make-up — but, he was unhappy with the way his life was being run. 

Not only was it missing something — and Seonghwa didn't know what that thing was  — but his mind was reeling with the thought that he had to spend everyday with something missing. 

In a new town; in a completely different environment. 

God, how did people in the shows do this?

Move to a completely different place and act like they're not about to cry from missing someone so much? And to think; if he was in a relationship with someone? How could people even bare it? 

Seonghwa huffed out a sigh before getting up and walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stripped off his clothes and climbed into the shower, not before switching the machine on. 

He hummed at the feeling of the warm water sliding down his body; it was the morning and he was quite stressed. He had barely got any sleep that night and his eyes had began to squint at things. It annoyed him when his eyelids began to droop, but the scolding water shocked him out of his hazy, sleepy daze.  

An object caught his attention — his shampoo bottle. The package was a hazel brown colour reminding Seonghwa of a pair of beautiful brown eyes that met his almost everyday at his job. Being a barista was quiet earning in his opinion.

Not only did he earn a lot of money, but he also got to look into Yeosang's eyes, watch the way his eyes would light up and his tongue would nervously run along his lower lip. 

Seonghwa couldn't help it; he felt his lower region harden as thoughts of Yeosang flittered through his mind; Yeosang beneath him, his name, eyes rolling back in pleasure, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.  

Seonghwa pursed his lips. 

"I'm not supposed to get by a customer, goddamit." Seonghwa muttered, sighing slightly, but when his began to get a little painful, he reached for it, gently pumping it. 

This wasn't a daily occurencs of Seonghwa's; he had only jerked off once and that was around three years ago when he was fifteen. He just had imagined someone; an imaginary person he deemed hot enough in his eyes and had jerked off. 

He wanted to know what it was like to experience something a normal teenager did. He knew it was a bit strange and weird, but he couldn't fall in love or run to the shop to buy something, but he could, however, ? And, plus, no one was really stopping him. 

He had jerked off and then cleaned himself off: he had then laid down and went to sleep, waking up twenty minutes later. And no one, no one, had noticed anything was wrong. No one noticed anyone different and for once, Seonghwa was thankful. He was sure he would never hear the end of it from his two brother's. 

Seonghwa flicked his wrist, groaning at the feeling of pleasure coursing through his veins, making his knees weak. 

His eyes fluttered shut. 

His pace got faster. 

His lips parted, moans falling from his lips. 

His mind drifted to Yeosang and his head fell against the wall, hand speeding up; groaning the male's name when no one could hear him. 

He gasped and moaned loudly; his tone almost high-pitched as strings of  printed the walls a pearly white before being washed away by the water. 

Seonghwa blinked and quickly washed himself before climbing out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. He shut the shower off, walking into his bedroom. 

He pulled some clothes out of his closet and tried them on before glancing into the mirror and smirking at his figure. The pants fitted his thighs perfectly and the tank top he was wearing showed off his muscular arm. 

He was about to look for his shoes when his phone vibrated on the dresser. He quickly walked to the dresser and curiously stared at the screen, unlocking it. He smiled at the message he saw.

Jongho: 

Hey, hyung! It's me — I just wanted to ask if you would like to go and explore the city with me and my friends? 

Seonghwa:

I would love to!

Jongho:

Oh, great. 

I thought that you would decline, hyung.

I didn't know if you had already looked around the city yet. 🤨😥

Seonghwa:

Lucky for you then. 

I haven't had the time to.

Jongho: 

Oh. 

Why not, hyung?

Seonghwa:

Personal reasons. 

Jongho:

Oh. 

I see. 

Seonghwa:

So, when and where should I meet you guys?

Jongho:

In an hour.

At the workplace, hyung.

Seonghwa:

Okay.

I'll see you there. 😚

Jongho:

Eww.

See you there, hyung. 

Seonghwa chuckled at the behaviour of the youngest and locked his phone before placing it on the dresser again, getting to his feet. 

In other circumstances, Seonghwa would most likely be running around, looking for something to wear as he had never actually had friends apart from the maids and butlers at his mansion. But, Seonghwa was happy with what he was wearing and was surprised to not feel an ounce of nervousness. 

He guessed that it was because he had met Jongho's friendship group and had gotten along with them all nicely. 

Then he remembered that Jongho had two other friends that he hadn't introduced to the older due to their hectic schedules. Jongho said that he wanted to introduce them together and they never had an appropriate time to do that.

Seonghwa was fine with that though. 

It was only when he got up and looked in the mirror again when a sudden thought hit him.

"I ed off to his friend!" 

~~~~~

Seonghwa stood, talking with Jennie about her recent drama, his eyebrows pinched together until he looked like he was about to lash out at something. He looked pissed.

"So, he just stayed silent and didn't mention anything?" He asked, sipping the ice-americano Jennie had whipped up for him. The ice-cubes tinkled and clinked around in the cup as he tilted it to the side. 

"Yep," Jennie sighed, wiping the table's as she looked up at Seonghwa and gave him a small smile. "Minhyung's just like that." She murmured and Seonghwa thought for a moment. 

"Maybe he was just embarrassed?" Seonghwa suggested. "I mean you did walk in on him making out with his tutor, shirts off. Anyone would be embarrassed about that." Seonghwa added and Jennie smiled, sheepishly. 

"I guess; it was just lucky he wasn't actually ing him yet." Jennie stated, so casually that it made Seonghwa slightly choke on his drink. She gave him a look. "What?" She asked and Seonghwa shook his head, waving away the curious look. 

"Nothing." He muttered. Jennie looked at the clock. 

"Wasn't Jongho supposed to be here by now?" She asked and Seonghwa followed her gaze before sighing and sipping his drink again. 

"Yeah, he was — I'll see you around, Jennie." Seonghwa said, letting Jennie ruffle his hair and smile fondly at him like an Eomma would. 

"See you, kiddo." She said and Seonghwa smiled fully, waving as he walked out of the shop. Seonghwa couldn't help but be a little sad; had Jongho forgotten about him? Had he ditched him for some other plans? 

Seonghwa couldn't really blame him. Jongho and his group barely knew Seonghwa and even if they all got closer, Seonghwa would never actually be able to come clean to them. Because if he did, they could be in danger and he could have to throw his whole life away.

He couldn't let that happen. 

"C-Come on, l-let us g-go." A weak voice stuttered and Seonghwa looked around the empty side-walk before creeping foreward and poking his head around into an alleyway.

What he saw made his heart literally stop. 

There was Jongho and his friends, along with an unfamiliar face pointing a gun at Hongjoong, who was trying to stand up to the crook and protect his friends. Wooyoung looked scared out of his mind, clutching onto San as tears ran down his face. Jongho was gripping onto Hongjoong to stop him from doing something stupid. 

"W-What do you w-want?" He whispered, harshly and the man chuckled, darkly, eyes drifting around the group before he lifted the gun higher; until it was pointing right at Hongjoong's head. One shot and the latter would be dead. 

Seonghwa gulped. 

"I want to know everything about Park Seonghwa." Seonghwa's breathing stopped, his mind reeled, but he knew he had to act fast or all those innocent people would die — the people he had come to care for would die. 

"And why exactly would you want to know everything about me, hmm?" Seonghwa hummed, leaning against the wall with a slight smirk as he studied the man from head to toe. The man turned to look at him and his face lit up, a smile coming to his face as he pointed the gun at Seonghwa. 

"Because once I kill you, I'll infiltrate your Appa and kill your whole family." He stated, scarily cheerful for someone that was talking about murder and treason. Seonghwa laughed, lowly, when the man lifted the gun to his forehead like had done to Hongjoong moments prior. 

"Go on then; I have nothing to live for after all." Seonghwa stated, dryly, picking at his nails before glancing up at the man. He lifted himself off the wall and smirked. "Or do you want to location for my Appa's whereabouts? Cause' I could easily give them to you if you asked calmly." Seonghwa stated and the man hesitated. 

"You wouldn't do that." He mumbled and Seonghwa raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. 

"Oh, I wouldn't?" He hummed before chuckling. "I will tell you, but only if you lower that damn gun. They make me sick just looking at them." Seonghwa shuddered and the man hesitated again before lowering the gun, eyes flickering to Hongjoong and his friends. 

Seonghwa waited until the man's gaze was off him before diving at the man and tackling him to the ground. The gun slid out of the man's hand and across the alleyway. 

Before Seonghwa could reach it, the man kicked Seonghwa in the gut, making him cry out in pain: Seonghwa was kicked off the man, clutching his gut. 

The man quickly reached for the gun, but Seonghwa was quick to slide forward and kick the gun away, quickly pulling his foot back and kicking the man's head. His head flew to the side with the impact and he groaned at the pain. 

Seonghwa scrambled for the gun, his fingers wrapping around the hilt, but the man turned him around, climbing on top of him and straddling him. 

They were both panting from the adrenaline while the other seven standing off to the side where frozen in place as the man stared down at Seonghwa. 

"The boss was right." He said, smugly. "You really are a jewel; I'm surprised Mr Park hid you away for so long." Seonghwa clenched his jaw as the man laughed, sarcastically. "Then again, his wife hated you, didn't she? I'm shocked she didn't throw you out when she had the chance." He said and Seonghwa glared at him. 

"To hell with you," Seonghwa growled and the man gripped his chin harshly, his thumb sliding along Seonghwa lips. Seonghwa parted them slightly and the man smirked, almost forcing his mouth open.

Seonghwa bit his finger and the man yelped out of shock rather than pain, but Seonghwa still forcefully shoved him away; using the distraction to his advantage. 

He dived for the gun, turning around and quickly pulling the trigger. There was no sound and Seonghwa realised the whatever the man had come to do, he had come to do it quietly and without suspicion. 

Seonghwa watched as the man fell to the floor, limp and cold, a bullet embedded in his forehead.

Seonghwa was breathing hard and harshly, his mind spinning in circles. He had just killed a guy. 

He couldn't believe that someone like himself — with a boring life and little to no social life — had just killed a guy in cold blood. Sure, it was self defense and there was seven witness to solidify that, but still ... he had just shot a guy. Killed him in fact. 

When Seonghwa regained his senses after a second, he scrambled to his feet and threw the gun in the bin a couple of feet away from him before looking at the seven. 

"Looks like the tour of the city will have to wait, Jongho." Seonghwa said and Jongho nodded, clearly still shaken up, so Seonghwa sighed and blinked at the body on the floor. 

"Guys, we need to get out of here." An unknown person said and the rest of them nodded in agreement, Seonghwa taking the first step forward and climbing over the corpse of the once alive man. 

"I assume you have questions, so if you want answers follow me and you'll find out." Seonghwa lied; he had no actually intent on telling them who we was, but he could surely lie, right? It was all to keep them safe after all. 

Surprisingly, the seven of them followed him without a moment of hesitation and Seonghwa decided to call his brother, a small part of him hating himself for doing so. His brother would just worry and worry. 

Seonghwa sighed when his brother picked up. 

"Hwa, what's going on? Why are you calling?" Jinyoung asked and Seonghwa pursed his lips, leading the seven down the street. They had been walking in silence the whole time: Seonghwa had been fiddling with his phone, weighing the options of calling his brother or not.

But, he had called. 

And now he regretted it. 

"Can't I call my favourite hyung?" Seonghwa asked sweetly, smilimg slightly, but it was wiped clean from his face when Jinyoung sighed. 

"There's trouble, isn't there?" Jinyoung asked and Seonghwa quickly opened the door to his apartment, ruffling his hair frustratedly before answering his brother. 

"Yeah, hyung. There's trouble — that's one way to put it." He said and Jinyoung sniffed. 

"What happened?" He asked and Seonghwa fiddled with the end of his shirt while the other seven people explored the living room and his house; Seonghwa momentarily forgetting about the pictures of his Appa displayed everywhere. 

He would've taken them down if he knew people were coming inside his home.

"I killed a guy, hyung." Seonghwa muttered and Jinyoung was silent for a moment. "Hyung? Is something wrong?" He asked and Jinyoung breathed out slowly. 

"Hwa, me and Jimin have done the same; it's not as abnormal as you think in this kind of life. That's why Appa didn't argue and fight Eomma so hard when she said she didn't want you going to school. He didn't want you to be in danger." He explained and Seonghwa's eyebrows rose. 

"So, he lied to me?" He demanded, angrily and Jinyoung sighed again; Seonghwa could hear how tired he was. 

"No, he simply adapted the truth a little to give you the best chance at life, Hwa. Something me and Jiminie never had." Jinyoung stated and Seonghwa stayed silent. "Hwa? Answer me!" Jinyoung shouted and Seonghwa hung up, throwing his phone on the sofa, startling San who was sitting at the edge of the furniture. 

Seonghwa's screen lit up as the harsh sound of his ringtone filled the room and Hongjoong looked at the phone in worry. 

"Shouldn't you answer it?" He asked and Seonghwa glared at the phone for a moment, before turning and kicking the wall, his pent up frustration leaking out of him. He couldn't help but feel angry at his Appa. 

His phone continued to ring, stopping for a moment before another caller lit up the screen. 

It was Jimin calling him. 

Then the caller changed after a moment and Seonghwa jolted as he read the screen. 

It was his Eomma calling him. 

"Don't answer it." Seonghwa growled when Hongjoong reached for the phone, so Hongjoong being the respectful male he was, decided to back off. He was only going to answer it, because it was one of Seonghwa's parents afterall. 

"Okay." Hongjoong said and Seonghwa reached for his phone, declining his Eomma's call with a look of disgust before muting his sound and putting his phone in his back pocket. 

He stared at the people in front of him. 

"I know you all have questions." He said, carefully picking his words as he glanced around them all, his eyes unfortunately landing on Yeosang, who was looking at him intensely. 

He almost choked on his own saliva, but managed to regain his composure and continued to look around at the serious and some slightly scared faces. 

He felt sorry for them in a way — they should never had been dragged into this mess Seonghwa had going on in his life, but then again, Seonghwa shouldn't have been dragged into it either. 

He shouldn't havs shot and killed a man, but then again, life was a bit ed up sometimes. 

He just couldn't let his life him up anymore. 

"And I'll answer them after we all introduce ourselves. I see a few unfamiliar faces here." He said with a soft smile and ignored the looks of curiosity the others were giving in. 

He couldn't let his life him up — at least, not yet.