Second in line, first in line of fire

Two sides of the prison cell

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Surpriseee?

Idk, idea was in my head, so... yeah. Enjoy. There are not much stories with Lee Know in trouble, and I wanted to write one, soooo... Yeah. Plus some of the members from other groups I also really like. Do you want me to write a chapter for each of them, or just the one for Minho?

Next part should be up soon, but I won't make any promises. 

"Do you think, if we roll over and start begging for mercy when they appear – that they would let us come out of this alive?"

Yeonjun snorted next to him, covering his eyes with his elbow.

"I think that only works with dogs, Jagiya."

Wooyoung shrugged, tapping his fingers against his leg nervously. His freshly bleached hair and face still unwashed from that day's shooting made him look slightly crazed – not that he looked any other way usually, now that Yeonjun thought about it.

"Well, aren't we going to be in the doghouse for a while anyways?"

Dino, on his other side, burst into a short, wet laughter in between his sobs. He was clutching other 99-liners' arms in a death grip, and Yeonjun winced, but couldn't blame him for it.

Seventeen's maknae was, it wasn't sufficient to say, utterly terrified.

"Do – do you think I could pre-pretend to be dead when they come in?" he sniffled. "Or-like, heavily injured?"
Someone snorted on the other side of the room.

"Changbin-ah?" that person called, rolling the name on his tongue slowly. Rapper looked up from where he was perched on the other's legs.

"Neh?"

"Do you think you could also... I don't know, accidentally kill me before Chan hyung comes here?" Changbin snorted... then cocked his head to the side. Rest of the 99-liners, so called "Darlingz", watched them in some sort of resigned amusement.

"Accidentally?" Changbin laughed. He was sprawled on the floor now, turning 'till his face was burried in the older's thigh. Minho stroked his hair gently. The look on his face was the textbook definition of "hysterics".

Or "mental unstability".

"How would I even..."

"I don't know!" Minho was on the verge of tears, or laughter, stopping only in order not to scare the other four boys in the room. Dino was unconsolable up until few minutes ago, and Yeonjun looked like he was desperately trying to keep himself under control. The fact his hands shook like massagers didn't help much with his pretense.

"I don't know", he shook his head. "Just – hug me, and start crying and – I don't know, can you squeeze me to death while crying?"

Changbin barked out a laugh, and Wooyoung laughed one of his dolphin-pitched screeches. Dino snorted, then wiped his face on one of Yeonjun's sleeves.

"Yah!"

"Sorry."

He didn't look sorry, the little imp. Yeonjun thwacked him on the forehead in retaliation.

"You know what?" Changbin piped up. Other four turned to him.

"They might not be that mad."

Others blinked up at him. Minho pressed his palm down on his face.

"We're in jail, Changbin-ah."

"Sho whas?" It was a bit hard to breathe with his nose pressed to the side by his hyung's palm, but he managed. "Whe whent tho polise lasht wheek too."