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"Go for it."

 "Hold the fuck up. You want me to kidnap him, but I shouldn't kill him, and instead I should bring him to you?" YangYang slipped on his black gloves, staring at the couple in confusion. "I don't get it either, YangYang. Just do it, apparently they'll pay for your electricity bill for a month if you do." Donghyuck shoved the man towards the door. "Go, sheep."

-

    Renjun quietly closed the door of his room behind him. "Going out for some ice cream would help, wouldn't it?" He asked himself again, although he had already decided that he needed some vanilla to start the day, and because the hotel's ice cream was always warm by the time it got to his room. "Swensen's? Swensen's it is." He nodded at the receptionist before leaving the building. Ice cream in the evening seemed like something favoured by the public, as Renjun noticed that there was quite a bit of a crowd. Almost every table was full, but there was a table at the back where a boy about his age was sitting alone, wearing black gloves and eating strawberry ice cream as he spoke on the phone to someone. He walked over to him and gave him a small smile before sitting in front of him. A waiter came by to take his order, and he ordered himself two scoops of vanilla. 

"I have him in sight. He's sitting right in front of me. I'll have him with you in less than two hours."

     Renjun tried not to show any reaction to that statement. He hadn't heard anyone speak in that language in a long time. But that wasn't important. Whoever this man was, he wasn't going to leave without bringing Renjun along, and he could tell. He didn't know why, but he was hoping that maybe Jeno and Jaemin would've sent this guy to get him to them. If he had been the same as he had been a year ago, he would've initiated a conversation with the man who spoke his language and done anything to erase all evidence of his existence. Now, he just wanted to know who he was working for. Voluntarily going with him was an option. "I can speak Chinese too, you know," He finally said.

"Did you think I wouldn't have known that? I'm here to bring you somewhere, and safely. I wasn't told to hurt you and I'm not going to do that unless you decide to hurt me. I suggest that we keep this as a peaceful matter." The man scoffed, adjusting his gloves. 

"I suppose you're not going to tell me exactly where we'll be going. I have nothing to do today anyway. What's your name?"

"Yangyang. Liu Yangyang."

Renjun stared at him, his breath hitching. He snorted, then started giggling, before it developed into hysterical laughter. "You're- You're Hendery's and that Xiaojun guy's boyfriend?"

"Wait a damn minute, how do you know who they are? And how do you know who I am?"

"Hendery's my cousin, and he's talked about you and Dejun before."

"So you're that barking rabbit with anger issues that Hendery loves but contantly complains about."

"And you're the hair dye-obsessed boyfriend with a strong hate for geometry."

"I will never solve any problem if it involves finding the area of a triangle when I don't even know how to pay taxes."

                 Renjun's order arrived, and they continued talking, with Yangyang taking off his gloves at some point in the conversation. "Are those tattoos on your fingers?" Renjun asked, pointing to the blond's hand. "Yep. My initials and a sheep, because, you know, my name. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me just throw this away."

-

Five minutes later and he's in the backseat of an all too familiar car. "Did- Did someone spill a strawberry milkshake in here?" He was surprised to find the car smelling like the drink Jaemin despised.

"Jisung bought Jaemin a strawberry milkshake instead of a vanilla one, and Jaem was pretty stressed out that day so he just took it and threw it at the window and we had to replace it because it cracked. If you're asking why the window cracked, it's because Jisung decided to be environmentally friendly and got a metal cup for the milkshake."

"Metal cups aren't that thick, though."

"The drink inside it certainly was."