The boys, who were in the living room, looked to the kitchen, seeing their leader walking up and down, frustrated. "Taeyong, what is wrong with you?" His best friend asked, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen.
"Nothing" he answered, collecting all the shattered pieces of the dishes that broke. His best friend, without saying something, kneeled next to him, helping him.
"Thank you..." The leader quietly said. "It is no problem...maybe you tell me now what is wrong?" He said, looking to his best friend, who was focused on the shattered glass.
"I seriously don't know!" He exclaimed serious and frustrated. After he ended his sentence, he looked his friend straight in the eye.
"I really have no idea, Yuta. I wish I know, but I-" he interrupted himself. "GOSH! That is so frustrating!" He exclaimed, throwing all the collected glass back on the floor, standing up and leaving upstairs.
Yuta on the other hand, flinched when he threw the glass back to the ground, when a few pieces flew into his direction.
"What the heck?!" The oldest exclaimed, running into the kitchen. Yuta turned around, looking up at the usual smaller boy. "Oh god, you have cuts on your face and neck. Come! Let's treat it."
"Hyung, I am okay, don't make a scene, it is nothing!" He said, but still got dragged out of the kitchen on the other side. "Still let's clean it... JUNGWOO, LUCAS, HAECHAN! PLEASE CLEAN THE KITCHEN!" He yelled into the living room, where the three only rolled their eyes and sighed loudly.
"If you don't want me to burn your games, I would think twice if you react like that again!" He said, while raising an eyebrow. The three all looked at him shocked, before throwing everything away, running into the kitchen.
"I thought so too..." he said, more to himself. "Wow... That was a great threat, hyung! I need to remember..." He praised. "Thank you! I sometimes need to find ways to make you guys listen to the shortest."
He dragged him upstairs. "You are not the shortest, hyung. Renjun is smaller than you!" He exclaimed, making the older one smile. "I HEARD THAT!" They heard a voice from one of the rooms, which made both of them laugh.
*****
"You can feel like home, and if you need something, you just can ask for me! Or ask one of the others! They are really nice people, once you know them!" He still looked at the young girl with a smile.
"I will leave you alone now, so you can rest. If you wanna change, you can use the clothes there in the closet. The whole week you are wearing this bloody and ripped uniform already."
He wanted to leave and close the door, when the girl whispered a hastic "wait!" The boy stopped, opening the door a bit more to look at her again.
"T-Thank you." She stuttered unsure, holding her arm shyly. The boy smiled brighter at her.
"Not for that. Now go and rest! You will need it. I'll bring you some medicine and water for the night later. Sleep well!" He said, closing the door, leaving the girl alone.
When he turned around, he could see his friend and leader fastly turning to the side, walking into his office.
Doyoung chuckled, finding the situation funny, how fast he suddenly changed his behaviour. He didn't even looked behind him, but walked to the room he wanted to sleep in for a while.
He knocked the door and waited for an answer of one of the two boys. "Come in!" One yelled, and he opened the door.
"Hey guys!" Doyoung smiled, showing his head through the door. "Hello, hyung!" The boy smiled at the younger one. "What is with him?" Doyoung asked, when he looked to the other side of the room, seeing a rolled up Jaehyun on his bed, facing the wall.
