It was now Jongup's turn.

"So, Jongup. What do you like, other than killing people?"

Jongup smirked.

"So quick to judge. I don't like to kill, people just piss me off."

Jongup's eyes softened as he said,"I like to sing and dance."

Then his eyes hardened.

"I wasn't ever allowed to sing. My mom and dad would always tell me that I wasn't good enough, that it hurt their ears. They said that my dancing was mediocre at the most."

Youngjae handed him a little fake microphone.

"Go ahead."

His voice was gentle.

Jongup looked at them, uncertain.

"I don't know any songs except the 3 little bears." (A/N: The 3 little bears is a Korean nursery rhyme.)

"Then just sing that."

A hesitant voice made it's way out. 

"There're 3 bears in a house

Daddy bear, mommy bear, and baby bear

Daddy bear's fat, mommy bear's thin

Baby bear's too cute, shrug shrug, you're doing good!"

"Your voice is nice! Your parents didn't know what they were thinking."

A shy smile came across his face.

"Really, you think so?"

"I know so."

As more months passed, when Youngjae peeked into Zelo's room, he would either find him watching a war movie or singing.

"Okay, guys. It's finally time to talk, this time for real."

Zelo hesitantly closed his eyes and relaxed his body.