A large group of men were gathered in a big metal room, stainless steel garage doors glistened under the dim light and glows radiating off the men’s bodies. Concrete floors, the worst to slam your head against, cardboard boxes empty and big enough to stuff a few bodies in there if it was needed, a light pale cream was the color of the roof and was in danger of crumbling anytime sooner or later. The dimly lit light bulbs were swinging in a lamp of their own, irritating some men as the light moved away and back from their sensitive eyes. As their annoyance reached its level, their colors started glowing brighter. Now colors can come in different appearances, but mostly everyone has a color to share. Some were a blood red, others are light purple or a bright color like yellow or neon green, most had standard/boring colors like gray or white. All the bodies were clustered together in a huge aura of color. As said before, all the young men seemed to have a color shared with someone, except for a group of extraordinary five guys.

One had a light ice blue aura, its color brightened and weakened against his dark clothing as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He had a scowl on his face for no reason at all and then smirked as he watched his friend check himself out in his reflection in the garage door. The tall male grinned cheekily and admired his silver (yes silver, NOT gray. There is a difference) aura, dying his hair the same color in representation and pride. Another male, had a majestic purple glow and a Mohawk, watched his unusual energy as it swirled into a ball and tickled the group’s makane, whose forest green color flickered at the sensation. The leader of the group, the one with the ice blue smirked bigger along with the last member, gesturing to him. An original gold swirled around the makane’s feet and clutched him around the ankles, quickly lifting him up in the air with the flick of his index finger. The four other men laughed as their friend woke from his slumber and struggled, growling, “Let me go Hyung!!”

“Fine you Baby Seungri.” The one with the gold scoffed and let his concentration turn to butter, making Seungri fall on his hands, saving his precious face. “Yo, Hyung. Stop checking yourself out in the mirror.”

The silver haired male only fixed the spotted white suit he was wearing and grumbled, “You’re just jealous you don’t look this good. So don’t complain to me Daesung.” Daesung fixed his curved blonde bangs and flashed his eye smile, crossing his arms and leaned on the garage next to the leader. “You guys just like to gang up on me because I’m the eldest, and back when we were normal all the girls wanted me.”

“That’s not true.” The four cried out, causing laughter from all of them. The one with the Mohawk pulled it up again with his fingertips and smirked, “Most of those girls wanted our bad leader.”

“Taeyang, always has to put a damper on my fantasies eh?” The eldest accused and glared at him, or because he was remembering a not-so-fond memory.

“Yes, because it’s true, TOP-hyung-“

“SO,” TOP cleared his throat, turning to the last introduced, “Jiyong, what do you think?”

Jiyong sighed and tipped his black fedora up, revealing his dark brown eyes, milky skin and thin pink lips, he sighed ungratefully, “All those mortal girls aren’t my type. If only they allowed chicks to be in this camp.” Most of the others heard and started rambling on about that. The five just stood there, listening to other desperate males whine for some ‘lady attention’ as they gradually grew louder and louder by the second. Until they were sure all of Seoul could hear them groan and complain.

“SILENCE!” The crowd fell silent and eyes were now on the high point of the room. A long metal bar above everyone’s heads had a man sitting up there. Dressed in a formal black suit and white tie to match his glowing aura. He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets, pacing on the bar, but he knew himself he would not fall off. The man spoke with authority and a stern tone, “Listen. I don’t want all you men to keep on whining here. This place is for men and men only. There are only a few girls who are like us, but not a lot. Maybe only a few handfuls, all of them are somewhere else or don’t know who they are yet. You must know that. In a few years I will let the ones who are stable enough leave. But I doubt that’ll happen any time soon.” The special five men all shook their heads in disappointment and clenched their fists. They all wanted to get back to a normal life, maybe even become famous if they wanted to. But the great Yang Hyun Suk would not allow it until they were supposing ably ready.

“But YG-sajangnim! Most of us are old enough to take care of our powers on our own!” One man called out, it was Leeteuk from the group Super Junior. Groups may seem a bit unreasonable when all of the men have the same problem, right? No, wrong! The groups were formed to keep boundaries and trust with only certain people. People you don’t trust, will not be in your group, and no one trusts the original colors of Big Bang, thus the five made their own group, Big Bang, and got along well with one another.

Yang Hyun Suk (YG) snorted in disapproval, “HUH! Please. Without me, you will not even be able to keep your energy in your body. These abandoned storage units are the only places you can freely show off your auras. How will you control that?!” No one answered, Leeteuk bit his tongue and scowled. YG ignored that. There was a sudden loud bang from outside the garage door Jiyong and Daesung were leaning against. The two leaned forward calmly as it opened and their energies glowed brighter as the sight of nine girls came into view. It was Girls’ Generation, one of the only girls in the world who had the same energy power. They all had the same shades of pink or light purple radiating off their slim bodies. “Girls’ Generation…what are you doing here? This camp is strictly for males only.” YG jumped down, softly landing on his feet.

The leader Taeyeon smirked at Big Bang then said calmly, “We want to join the camp of course. How can you expect nine girls to not reveal ourselves out in the world? We need training too sunbae.” YG flinched at the answer.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t allow girls here-“

“Sajangnim, maybe we should allow them…they have a point.” Jiyong said, looking at his shoes and rubbed black scuff marks off. There was silence for about three minutes… No one would’ve thought Jiyong, the fearless leader of Big Bang, to side with a bunch of girls.

“Jiyong-“ YG started but got cut off by Jo Kwon of 2AM.

“Jiyong, you coward. How can you accept women at a time like this?! Are you weak, so you need more people for Sajangnim to watch over and not pay attention to you?!” Jiyong looked up and flicked out his wrist in a swift move, grabbing the arrogant male by the neck and raised him in the air, a thin blue line connected the two leaders.

“Jiyong-ssi!” Changmin, the eldest of 2AM cried as the blonde tightened his grip.

“You never call me weak Jo Kwon-ssi. I am not weak…if anything, I am stronger than you.” He said straight forwardly and dropped him in mid-air, causing Jo Kwon to fall to the ground and get roughly caught by s. He coughed and looked up, nodding slightly, the message was clear. Jiyong turned to YG, “Hyung, why do we have to separate by gender? These girls have a point, they could expose us without proper training.” He gestured to Daesung who nodded and continued.

“That’s true. Plus, we can learn a thing or two from them in the practice room. They must have some tricks for surviving quite a few years without being discovered yet.”

Yoona smirked, “That’s true, Sajangnim, listen to your wise students here.” Taeyeon nudged her member, a signal that she spoke a bit rudely. Yoona bowed apologetically. YG nodded.

“Very well, you nine are allowed in. Big Bang is right…we need to gather all the girl power wielders here. Discovered or not.” And with that, he waved his hand. The meeting ended. Big Bang followed their leader out the open garage, Taeyeon grabbed Jiyong’s arm and smirked.

“It was nice of you to convince YG to let girls in. How could we thank you?-“

“Get off Taeyeon.” He said coldly, shaking her arm off before she responded, “I may have let women in, but that doesn’t mean I like you. It means I’m protecting my own group from having an inexperienced group like you exposing us. Let this be a lesson you nine, Kwon Jiyong, may not like mortal girls, but that doesn’t mean he likes every female power-wielder. If you want me, show it.” And he strutted off with s, leaving the shocked nine at the garage.

Taeyang slammed a garage door, “This one is empty. Make yourselves at home.”

TOP looked back and called out, “Welcome to the Storage Units.”