Fall From Grace | ENHYPEN

XIII

When the nightfall came, and when their guardians went seperate ways to sleep, it was time to discuss their plan.

"Okay, gather around guys, I have something to say." Michaelis clapped twice to get their attention. They are already in their pajamas, some are already lying down on their respective places: like Jethro.

"What now, Oleandre?" He asked boredly, puffing the last of his pods. He grimaced at the bitter aftertaste but he is too tired to stand up to find his extra.

"We are too high maintanance—"

"You're the only one like that."

"—hmm, yeah, whatever. So I suggest we find away to provide for our needs and wants." Michaelis finished with a proud smile even after Theon's snarky side-comment.

"What exactly is your plan?" Max's attention was piqued. Of course, his pride speaks for him, but he no longer wants to rely on Yyan and the rest. Being saved by them is more than enough.

"Come on, Max." Jethro rolled his eyes. He knew Max the most among them here, so he could pretty much guess the thoughts running through the younger's head.

"What? I just want to hear it." Max said, a sly smirk on his lips.

"Michaelis, just tell them!" Ytriel frustratedly said. He is getting impatient.

"Fine!" Michaelis grumbled. "We are planning to infiltrate one of our bars, get some money, probably some alcohol... Anyways, then ditch." He said.

Silence filled the room. It's mostly from Max, Jethro, Theon, and Jaxen who was away earlier.

"That's your plan?" Max blinked and then chuckled to himself. "Seriously, it's my fault for expecting too much."

"Hey!" Michaelis retorted.

"Who is 'we' in that context?" It was Theon who asked. He watched as Michaelis points at himself, Ytriel, and Cozen who mouthed 'not me' to him.

"That is the fucking dumbest thing I've heard all day. And that is coming from me who is with him," Jethro points at Theon, "all day."

"Rude." Theon glared at the younger who rolled his eyes at him.

"You want to go to Mr. Oleandre's bar, get money, and go home?" Jaxen blinked, the conversation finally sinking in. "T-that's it? Does Yyan knows about this?"

Michaelis sigh, "Jaxen, my friend, why do you always mention that guy? And no, of course he doesn't know. And he will never know."

"You are that confident with your skill and in your plan, huh?" Cozen remarked.

"Why, of course! I am very good in being confident." He said with head held up high.

"We could all see that." Jethro said before sitting up. The sleepiness all gone because of the absurdness of the man in front of him.

He grabbed a box from somewhere and pulled out his extra pods, the last one. The fruity smell of it embraced the whole room.

"One puff." Everyone, even Jaxen, extended their hands in front of Jethro, eager to taste the juice.

"The fuck, no way! This is my last one!" He hid the device and the pods behind him.

"Just one! If we succeeded with my plan, I will buy you pods as many as you want!" Michaelis's proposal piqued his interest.

That is the start of their foolproof plan of infiltrating one of the Oleandre's bar to get some money for their needs.

The next day, almost all of them got busy with their training with Hendryx every morning, and with Tyrron every afternoon. In short, the plan completely slipped off their minds.