Ashes Of A Body

5

"We're a horrible gang." 

Seungcheol layed his head on the wooden table. The cool material was relaxing against his sweaty forehead. His chair was shoved back and he could fall off it every second. His arms hung down to the ground, his fingers almost grazing the ground. 

Minhao and Wonwoo looked at the hopeless heap of human and made eye contact with each other. 

"Well," started Wonwoo. But he didn't know what to say. There wasn't anything to say opposed to that. They would have to lie in order to oppose the statement. 

They were a horrible gang. Absolutely horrendous at it. 

"We're not that horrible," tried Minghao. "We are well respected by surrounding turfs." 

Seungcheol shook his head, as far as that was possible. 

"That's just our image, ain't nothing wrong with that. But that's not what's going to help us here." 

"It could though." 

"What could?" Asked Wonwoo. 

Minghao sat up straighter and tapped Seungcheol on his head. He noticed the olders hair was greasy and tangled. He probably hadn't showered, he was too caught up in his work. 

"Sit up Cheol," he demanded. "We need to have a positive outlook on this. We're never going to get anywhere with that attitude." 

Slowly Seungcheol sat up. He looked tired upon the long table. Six chairs on each side and one on the head. For thirteen people exactly. Now only three were occupied. The other chairs looked sad and lonely. 

"Ok what have you got?" 

Minghhao looked them both in the eyes. 

"It's not really a plan, not at all. But we can brainstorm with everyone here. We started this together right? We will end it together." 

Wonwoo nodded. "How do you want to do that? Because to be honest, I haven't seen half of them in days." 

There fell an eary silence. 

Minghao hadn't seen DK, Vernon and Chan since they showed the video to them all. That was two days ago. He himself had sat in his room yesterday, so he saw no one. 

He couldn't even remember the last time he saw Hoshi, or Joshua, or Mingyu. 

He was about to say something when something creaked above their head. Slowly they all looked up. A little further above the table the ceiling sinked in. 

They heard someone softly swearing and the ceiling caved in even more. 

"What the fuck," whispered Seungcheol before the ceiling caved in and a body came falling trough. 

The body yelled when he made contact with the hard table and clamped himself against it. His hand grasping the sides of the table. Pieces of ceiling surrounding him. 

The boy looked up and now they could see who it was. 

"Mingyu?" Wonwoo exclaimed.

Mingyu grimaced. There was dust all over his hair and clothes. He was clasping something in his arms, but they couldn't see what it was. 

"What's that?" Seungcheol asked. 

Mingyu looked offended. "You don't even ask how I am? Rude." 

The tall man sat up and wiped of some dust. Minghao stood up quickly and walked towards him. 

"Sorry Gyu, how are you?" Seungcheol looked guilty.