𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂. | Firstkhao

09

"It's happening tonight."

Yok firmly announces to the four boys crowding the metallic silver folding table that you can easily unfold later. It is one of those cheapest and convenient tables that you'd need when living in hiding peacefully. The four boys have a story to be told, each and everyone of them has their tragic story. Though no one bothered to listen. Instead they found comfort in each other's company.

Yok, who were more like the leader for the boys makes the diversions or rather 'plans' if you'd like to call them that. He schemes behind the people. Yok is the mastermind.

Ayan comes second in command. He is rather feared for how well he can speak, due to being a political law and philosophy student he has a knack for persuading people easily. He can lie on the spot and act on the spot. Ayan is a flexible character that the group needs. A speaker, a voice that can make people listen to them. Ayan's perfect for that.

Sean and Gram are a duo. They are best friends in one. These two are a handyman's dream they are reliable fighters to have next to you. Gram is knowledgable about medics (and fighting) —whereas Sean is a great fighter, he can protect them and himself.

Black is someone that does what he wants however he is as equally needed in the group. He may not always be present, but he's a great fighter that they will need today. Not to mention his twin White, they are the complete opposites. White is more of a peace advocate.

Gram whistles leisurely alongside Yok, circling his dear friend. "My dear friend, can i blowup stuff today?"

Yok raises an eyebrow at Gram, questioningly. "We're here to destroy it. Of course you can. Just do it after everyone leaves."

"We all know what happened last time you tried to blow up some shit." Sean points out and Gram looks at the guy with a glare.
"In my defence, Aye was too slow making it out." Gram scoffing out, the blonde boy turns around to look at where usually would be Ayan standing, but there was no sight of him. "Speaking of Aye, where is he?"

The thought made everyone stop on their tracks. Where is their friend? Lately he has been absent for almost every meeting and scheming. This was by far the most unusual sight for Ayan considering he never misses a meeting or planning— if anything he wishes to partake. Ayan is the right hand. Most of those ideas come from him. So what has been keeping him so busy and latching on? Yok found it suspicious that it could be to do with his brother, he's aware of their friendship and now that they know each other; he is scared of many things that can contribute to making Ayan less reliable now. Akk does not know about this gang. He doesn't know how bad the government is and nor does he know about how dangerous this is. Akk has always been on the government side. He's a law follower.

Ayan comes from a different world. If Akk knew this he wouldn't be so close to Ayan.

"I am here." A voice brought out as he enters the garage, slipping off the motorbike helmet off. The long black locks floral in the air before sliding off the bike. He flips the helper on the edge and casually walks with hand on hand in the front cargo pockets, joining to sit next to Black. In front of Yok, Sean and Gram.

The blonde boy rushes to Ayan's side with a small nudge of a headlock. Messing up the guys hair, he lets go when Ayan elbows him jokingly and very lightly. Gram breathes out.
"You need to stop vanishing."
Black sneakily points out. "He needs to stop existing, full stop."
"Now that's not very nice." Ayan looks at Black. "Come on we're roommates Black!"
Black lightly shrugs ignoring the dismal tone from the boy next to him. Yok sighs getting up from the motorbike as he slips off the mechanic gloves and throws it to the side. He approaches Ayan with a side of the cup of water in it, drinking it quickly.

Exclaiming at how refreshing the cold drink was. Yok puts it down into the bin and turns to Ayan before he spoke seriously.  "Where were you?"
Ayan raises an eyebrow with a soft smirk. "At my mother's house."
Yok rolls his eyes. "Lying doesn't work on me. Your mother lives far away from here. We both know you wouldn't visit her when you have plans going on."
A very turning fact is that Aye's mother treats Yok as her son. Considering the many times she has helped him, they crash at each other's places a lot.
"Where were you Aye." Yok said again.
"I have my life you don't need to know." Ayan stands up wrapping an arm around the taller latter. "Forget about my absents. Let's follow the plan for tonight. Do you agree?"
Ayan would trail as he met with Yok's suspicious eyes that loosen like the ocean waves. He looks down at the hand before shaking it with his. He lowly mutters. "Agree."

"Let's blow up some shit yes!" Gram jumps up.