It took Yongguk, Luhan, Jong Up and Chanyeol altogether to restrain Yixing from resuming his wild goose-chase, an eye-blazing half an hour later. All seven children were in the playroom where Junmyeon and Him Chan could keep an eye on them. The young nun was not amused, as she watched Yixing warily at the corner of her eye whilst Kris explained the situation to her in English. She was Spanish, and was the only nun operating the school which they later learnt to be an orphanage as well. It used to be a nursery, but during the H1N1 period, the villages evacuated to a more concetrated community and the school was taken as a detainment centre by force. Other children left with their parents and the orphans were homeless for weeks. The nun was the only one who kept all seven children together and fought for their rights in the school. The lawsuit had been all over the South Korean papers years ago, and at that time, the children's ages were in the range of two to four years old.

To be frank, the nun was not exactly reluctant to have the members crash at the school, which had more than enough room for them. However, she had Yixing's eccentricity to think over and the lack of grains. The church sent her school a certain amount of funds each month, and they were just sufficient, maybe even not enough. Hence, 15 extra mouths were out of the question.

"We don't need any food, we just need a place to stay," Kris reassured her as she looked doubtful, still watching Yixing; who was now picking his ears with his index finger whilst Tao held him back in his armchair.

"We use our water and electricity very sparingly, Kris," she explained, "extra people will be quite unaffordable."

"We don't use that much electricity," Luhan shrugged whilst Zelo stared at the bulge in his backpack, which he knew contained his laptop and three different chargers for his phone, iPod, and camera.

"We can restrain from using lights until its really, really dark," Minseok suggested.

"We can bathe without the heater," Daehyun shrugged nonchalantly.

"They don't have a heater," Kris told him.

"Oh."

"We bathe together to save water!" Tao perked up in extremely broken English. Everyone in EXO glared daggers at him whilst the nun blushed. The BAP members acted as though they haven't heard.

"We can pay and work our share here," Yongguk suggested, flexing his muscles, and if we use extra electricty and water, we can pay her back."

"That's the thing, she's not supposed to take money from anyone except the church to fork out for expenses," Jongdae said as he watched Baekhyun pat a very distressed Chanyeol on the back. The-very-distressed-Chanyeol was crouched in a corner, rocking himself as he 'self-reflected' on slamming the door into a five-year-old's face, resulting in a very unamused five-year-old.

"Chanyeol, Samuel's not going to die, it's just his nose for gawd's sake..."

"What if he can't sniff anymore? Sniffing is one of the joys of being a kid, when he's at the tender age to explore the sniffables of the sniff-worthy world..."

"Uh... what?"

"Think of all the things he'll not be able to sniff at anymore," Chanyeol's eyes grew starry, "think of the banquets in Buckingham, and the smell of napalm in the mornings of California, the breath of fresh air in the Swiss rocky ledges..."

"All out of South Korea, as you realize."

"...the sacred scent of incense on the Himalayas, the smell of a girl's freshly washed hair during their honeymoon in the Hotel du Caps, Paris. The whiff of history and art in Salzburg, Austria..."

"Uh, what are we talking about...?"

"The possibilities are endless!" Chanyeol erupted, waving his hands with a fluorish, "the world is filled with smells and scents and whiffs of love, beauty and joy! Think!," he cried as he grabbed Baekhyun by the collar hysterically, "think what I would deprive of the child by eliminating his sense of smell; think of the possible fragments or even chunks of completion he would be missing in his every moment of bliss because of me – Park Chanyeol."

"Okay, you can stop now..." Baekhyun looked around wildly for help, and even Zelo and Jong Up had turned to stare.

"I have murdered his chance of a bright future, I have..."

"Chanyeol," Daehyun suddenly appeared, kneeling next to Chanyeol and patting him on the back in a fatherly way, "see, Chanyeol, you don't have to feel that way. It's all right."

"But..." Chanyeol started, but Daehyun pressed a finger to his lip.

"I feel you, man," Daehyun's eyes were glossy as well, "I feel the way you feel, the way you envision the boy's happy future and possible memorable moments. I understand how the guilt and fear of possibly ruining the boy's life, due to one teensy exertion."

"Yes, but..."

"But face it," Daehyun pressed on, "the boy will walk on, and the boy will remember your name and face; every eyelid, every blemish, every freckle and every strand of stray hair on your present hairstyle," Chanyeol suddenly realized how creepy his empathetic smile looked, "and he will murmur, Park Chanyeol – the man who destroyed, but the man who created. He destroyed my nose, but he created strength for me to live life's happiness without a working nose and I will cherish it. I will live!"

"Uh, yeah, but..."

"He might go through every therapist in town, he might work his out to graduate as a surgeon, he might turn to alcohol and hourly coffee shots for a cure, and with a thousand failures, he will grow strong."

"Okay, that's not exactly comforting..."

"But then, strong he will grow!" Daehyun cried and Kris' eyebrow twitched in the middle of his discussion with Sister Rosaria, "and strong he will be, because of a retarded nose, and challenged sense, a broken feature, an error in his system. But he will grow!"

Minseok and Jongdae stared on, mouth hanging open.

"Samuel will live, and he will remember the man who provided this path for him! He will raise mountains! He will walk on tsunamis and stand in war! He will dine in fame!" Daehyun exclaimed, imaginary rays of glory erupting from behind his outline.

Everyone in the room stared at him for a whole minute, except for Kris and the nun.

"Uh, that was... inspirational?" Jongdae muttered.

Chanyeol crawled back deeper into his corner and bawled.

*

"Okay, so Sister Rosaria said we could stay. It's really nice of her since I think she's planning on stretching a dollar for us, but we'll pay for the bills anyway this month. However, we'll be expected to do our part for the kids," Kris told the members, waving his comb of room keys.

"The kids used to go to a vicarage during the summer holidays to take art class and all that stuff that they like for recreation, but it closed down last year, so they can't have any of that anymore."

"Poor kids," Minseok murmured, his fingers closing one by one on the handle of his suitcase.

"Yeah, they've pretty much been through a lot of e, so I guess we'll help as much as we can," Yongguk told them, "Kris and I decided that we could have both groups work together and give out art classes for the kids and stuff."

"Whaddaya mean 'Kris and I decided'?" Luhan demanded, "we could've worked together even without you guys deciding anything."

Yongguk and Kris gave him the hairy eyeball.

"They're the leaders, Lulu," Zelo muttered, "let them keep their ego."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Besides art class, we can offer to cook as well, and do the shopping," Jong Up suggested.

"Yeah, and tuck the kids into bed and stuff, that's what the Sister does every day, so'll we'll try to help her as much as we can for now and earn our stay here. By the way, there's a convenience store a couple of kilometres down the village, anyone want to go get some stuff?"

"I'll go," Jong Up perked up, "I'm used to it."

"We'll both go," Jongdae nudged him, "by the way, why is Yixing so quiet?"

They all turned to see Yixing fast asleep on the armchair Tao had tied him to, with his head between his legs.

"Hung over," Tao said drily and blew a raspberry.

*

"Say, Zelo," Sehun called over to the youngest just as Kris went over to check on Junmyeon and Him Chan, "is Jong Up good with the shopping?"

"Well, his picks are edible, why?"

"I'm not worried about his picking, I'm worried about his discipline with money, since we forked out quite of few big bucks."

"Oh," Zelo shrugged, "he's okay. I mean, he doesn't really go nuts in supermarkets."

"But Jongdae does."

There was a horrible scream and the sound of a thud of flesh against the floorboard. Zelo and Sehun jumped, and the sound of footsteps hammered through the building towards the scream.

It came from the playroom.

Chanyeol was there in a flash, and he pushed open the door in one swift movement. There was another crack of wood against flesh and Chanyeol squealed like a pig right into slaughter. The other members leapt forwards in consternation to find Samuel lay on the floor again, clutching his nose like a lifebuoy.

"Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd..." Chanyeol whimpered, cradling the purple kid in his arms. Kris pushed past him to find Him Chan and Junmyeon surrounded by the children, who had formed a circle around them as though in a middle of a rite.

Both members had rolls of stockings stuffed into their jaws like apples in the mouths of ling pigs, and they were bound up at the ankles and wrists with what looked like children's pantyhose. Him Chan had green glitter glue drawn all over his face and an evil-looking pink stuffed rabbit sat on its back. One of the girls was hopping on Him Chan's back, and his face was no picture. The other children were busy drawing, some of them on drawing pads, and a pair of twins on Junmyeon's face. The EXO-K leader was tearing up and he was pleading to the other members mutely.

"Here's an apple," the girl narrated, as she smeared red crayon over his eyebrow.

"No, no," her twin pushed her fingers away impatiently, "what are you doing? You're supposed to draw a goblin on his forehead."

"I think he's pretty," the girl argued, "I don't want to make him look like a freak like you."

"Ah, girls are stupid."

"Yah, you want to die?"

"Children, what are you doing?" Sister Rosaria looked stunned, whilst Sehun fought the urge to laugh, "how could you draw on our guest's face? Nora, take your rabbit off him. And Aaron and Anne, stop drawing at once!"

"Aww, but we've just begun!"

"Yeah, look how pretty he's become," evil Anne yanked Junmyeon's head and dragged him by the head to Sister Rosaria for viewing, smiling winningly all the while.

"Yeah, pretty ugly," Aaron scoffed, "I still think we should've stuck with the goblin."

Junmyeon's neck was going red at Anne's grip and his face turned green. He started to twist desperately like an earthworm caught in a web, but little Anne held fast, her fingers digging into his flesh.

"Mmmph," Junmyeon struggled, casting watery eyes at Kris, who was busy watching Chanyeol try to shake Samuel out of his coma.

"Uh, kid," Luhan helped out, eyeing Junmyeon's tears, "you might want to let go now,"

"Dude, I don't think she understands Korean."

"Uh..."

"Mmmppphhh," Junmyeon wriggled again, eyes glazing.

"Anyone here speaks English?"

"I do!" Minseok perked up, "what do you want me to tell her?"

"For starters, you could tell her to let go of the dude."

Silence.

"Shouldn't I introduce myself first?" Minseok asked hopefully and Sehun slapped his own forehead.

"Go ahead," Tao mumbled.

Minseok straightened his jacket, ran his fingers through his hair perkily and smiled at little Anne, who had averted her attention to him.

He took a deep breath and...

"Hello, I am Xiumin from EXO-K! I'm a wolf, arooo...!" Xiumin gushed and clapped Anne's face between his hands, "you're a beauty, I'll roll you like a buffalo! Laboo! Laboo!"

BAP almost died.

Anne took one deep look into Xiumin's smiley ones, raised her shin and kicked him straight in the abdomen and he bowled over, clutching his lower half with a less wolf-ish howl. Kris sighed in embarrassment as the BAP members avoided his eyes and Yongguk ripped the stuffed toy out of Him Chan's mouth.

"Off the record, I kind of expected him to go 'when the skies and the grounds were one the legends...'," Him Chan whispered to Yongguk as he tried to free his hands, "but I guess that was better."

"Hey, that's rich coming from the "loof is on fire" dude," Zelo chipped in.

"Yah!"

"No, he's right," Kris grit his teeth, "next time I'm going to send our lyrics to Simon and Martina for marking for free, damn them."

"Oh well," Yongguk shrugged, "no producer is perfect."

"Teddy from YG does fine though," Sehun chimed in, "the lyrics sound really cool."

"Yeah, hyung, you oughta get English lessons from him," Daehyun smacked Yongguk lightly on the back.

"Excuse me, my English is fine."

"You just get to rock to me, you na mean?"

"I was talking hood, okay?"

"Get your mind out fo' the gutter, hyung. I was just reciting your lyrics."

Yongguk glared.

"You only got last chance tuh' shut up, whoa."

"Really funny, guys."

"I gotta feeling you guys are getting your asses whupped soon," Kris muttered below his breath.

"Hell yeah," Daehyun sang and ducked as Yongguk tossed the stuffed animal at him, "oh, e, ew. This thing has got Him Chan hyung's spit all over it."

"You got last chance, you know?" Zelo chirped and a stuffed toy sailed over his head.

*

"Oh wow," Jongdae grinned and leapt into the mini market with the empty wagon in his wake. Jong Up followed, his left hand tucked into his jeans pocket, looking around nonchalantly whilst he peeled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket with his right.

"Okay, so we need to get about four bags of 10kg rice, sugar, salt, Yongguk's Shin Ramyun, chocolate for Tao and Sehun, cheesecake for Daehyun, ice-cream for everyone and..." he squinted at Kris' handwriting, "oh, 'other that we can eat'." He looked up to see Jongdae staring at the ice-cream section with the wagon half-full.

"Whoa," Jong Up's eyes widened, "what did you get?"

"Urm, rice cakes, Shin ramyun, chocopies, milk," there were about five kinds of milk in there, "milk tea, I couldn't find the bubbles though, and uh, 'other we can eat', yeah."

"Hyung," Jong Up picked up a box of ginseng tea, "why did you get this? This costs a ton."

"Huh?" Jongdae stared at the box, "I didn't put that in."

"Then who did? It definitely wasn't me."

"Ah," Jongdae snapped his fingers, "I found it on the floor and dumped it in."

Jong Up stared at him as though he was nuts and rummaged through the stuff again.

"Toothbrush, green tea mouthwash, souvenir T-shirt, green bananas, papain pills, aisprin," Jong Up tossed them out on the floor whilst Jongdae picked out ice creams, "hyung, we don't need these stuff."

"Ah, put them back then."

"How about I watch the wagon," Jong Up insisted firmly and yanked the handle away from Jongdae's grip, "and you put the stuff back? And take these," he pushed the box of ginseng tea, strawberry milk powder, cinnamon strips and fish sticks onto the load in his arms, "along with you."

"But Tao likes strawberry milk!" Jongdae whined, struggling with the weight in his arms.

"Very considerate of you, but you already have the instant one, remember?" Jong Up raised the carton.

"Oh, ok."

Jong Up sighed and wheeled over to the rice section. He was joined by Jongdae again a few minutes later with two boxes of ice cream.

"You forgot the cheesecake!" He grinned.

"Did you put the stuff back where they belong?"

"Yah, trust me," Jongdae whacked him on the shoulder, "ooh, I'll get the salt."

"Okay," Jong Up murmured, eyes fixed on the shopping list, "okay, three bags of rice," he balanced three on his shoulders and plopped them onto a space next to the ice cream, "now chocolate..."

"Here," he felt a load being dropped into the wagon and spun around for a look.

"Uh, what the heck is this?"

"Salt and sugar."

"I meant the big round boxes next to the rice."

"Oh, that," Jongdae turned his round eyes to him, "buttered corn."

"Why do you need six boxes of buttered corn?"

"We have 15 members, besides, kids love them."

"Trust me," Jong Up pulled out three boxes, "kids hate corn."

"Okay," his eyes flashed, "I'll get some wasabi tubes."

"Uh, what for?"

"Uh...sushi?"

"Do we plan on making sushi?"

"No, why?"

"Then, leave the tubes alone."

"Okay," he said and grabbed mustard tubes instead. Jong Up averted his eyes and picked a couple of Hersheys from the rack.

"Do they have Toblerone?"

"No, just Cadbury and Hersheys."

"Oh," Jongdae shrugged and threw in a couple of coconut chocolate. Jong Up left the wagon next to the chocolate rows and went over to the vegetarian section. There, he began to pick cabbages, spinaches, carrots and other assorted greens for kimchi, and whilst looking over the eggs, he noticed that Jongdae was strategically throwing stuff into their wagon.

"Jongdae," he warned without looking up from the garlic.

"Just some necessary stuff for soup."

"I better not find any wasabi or sushi cookbooks in there."

"No, of course not," Jongdae said, and steathily pulled out a couple of tubes. Getting worried, Jong Up went over with the garlic and his jaw fell open.

"Hyung, what the heck is all this?"

I'm so sorry, but as much as I love them, BAP and EXO's english is --- awful. Enjoy the update, I hope this was more entertaining than the last chapter, even though I left out the Whatsapp chatting section. I have a feeling you guys kind of find it amusing. I'll put it back in the next chapter if you want.

By the way, the poll wasn't anything tricky. It was just for fun after that depressing chapter. poor Yixing, don't worry, I feel your pain.

He'll be better the next chapter, I promise. :)

Oh yeah, the english is in bold, as you guys probably know and the nun doesn't actually speak Korean. but i'm sure she'll understand if the kids swear at her.

The 'hood' that Daehyun and Zelo were going on about are picked out from lyrics of BAP's One Shot and Bad Man, whilst the 'when the skies...' thing was taken from the cheesy ridiculously long intro from EXO's MAMA.

And the 'I'm a wolf, aroo~" thing from Minseok was obviously taken from EXO's Wolf and the 'Roll like a buffalo' from Kris' rap entrance in EXO's Two Moons.

Enjoy the update, and thank you for the feedback. :)