Fall From Grace | ENHYPEN

XXVII

"Alright chop chop everybody! Get your ass up or you're eating scraps this morning!" Ian's voice wakes up the entire room. It used to take more than that, but the time they spent together made them grew accustomed to the sudden call time like today.

Groans follow one after another.

None of them really got the chance to sleep peacefully after the fight broke up. The room is cramped, and they have no choice but to stay close together to sleep. It was horrible.

"What's for breakfast?" Ytriel yawned while scratching his tummy. His toned abs were the first thing Jethro sees when he opened his eyes, that's why he groaned louder and clenched his eyes to remove the obscene view from his sight.

"Fuck you, wear something before I hit you." He said before throwing a random shirt to Ytriel. He's pretty sure it's Cozen's because of the large size.

"I cooked some eggs, sunny side up, and toast. Coffee is available but make it yourself. There's also lactose free milk inside the fridge." Ian replied to the younger's question as he busied himself cleaning up the mess on the floor, courtesy of the teenagers who slept there.

They gathered in front the plastic table when they realized they are missing a few people.

"Where's the twins? And Oleandre?" Cozen asked, looking around the room again to see if Max is around.

"Michaelis is running laps with Dryx, Max is with Tyrone. Jaxen is...." Ian stopped. Where is Jaxen?

"Where's the little Hawthorne?" Jethro asked.

"Fuck. Where's Jaxen?" Theon stands up. His big brother senses are tingling.

"Just kidding. He's at my place. Resting." Ian shrugged before handing them their plates. He smiled before taking a seat in the middle.

"Your place?" Ytriel furrowed his brows while munching his toast.

Ian hummed as he sips on his coffee, "Bunker Extension #1."

Their jaw drops. Not Jethro's, though.

He won't let them see an unsightly sight first thing in the morning.

"He's in what?!" The three exploded in shock. How could Jaxen beat them to do something that exciting? Jaxen, their sweet, sweet Jaxen? Ian, the same Ian that brew poison in one cauldron while cooking in a separate pot, Jaxen is in that Ian's place?

"What's so shocking about that?" Ian leaned on the table, "Jaxen is pretty rattled because of last night. And tell you what, my place has the best ventilation out the five bunkers. He needs the fresh air."

The door opened and came enter Tyrone in all his glory. Sweat drips down his topless body, his sweatpants hang dangerously around his waists.

"You let the kid enter your place? That's new, even they cannot enter your place so casually." He grabbed Ian's mug and chugged the remaining content. "Yuck. Disgusting. What did you put in here?"

"Just some Fentanyl to keep me going." Ian shrugged. While Fentanyl is strong and deadly, Ian knew how to manage the dosage for it to not be lethal.

Their breakfast ended like that.

What comes next is their training. After changing into more appropriate clothes, replacing their pajamas with a sweatpants and fresh shirt, they gathered in front of Yyan at the back garden.

"Today mark's as the first day of your serious training," he said.

Ytriel couldn't help but to throw a complain, "the other training wasn't serious?"