Monster's Labyrinth ~ Hyunlix

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(Always Forever • Cults)

"An alliance?" Seungmin scoffed. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms sassily across his chest. "And why for the love of God do you think I'd want that?"

"Because, Seungmin, that means no one has to die yet." Changbin sighed. He too crossed his arms, flexing his huge biceps in the meantime, and faced the taller male. "Seungmin, you know that it's a good idea to have more people in our alliance." Changbin said. Seungmin simply rolled his eyes. He scoffed and turned his body away from what Hyunjin assumed was the elder male.

"Yeah, maybe." He admitted, sarcasm dropping off his voice like poison. "But I have an alliance with you because I know you, even before this entire... this entire... this entire /thing/." He came to the conclusion. "I don't even know their names."

"I'm pretty sure it's Minho and Hujin." Changbin spoke back, getting a little irritated with the other's behavior. Why was he acting so childish all of a sudden?
"Hyunjin." Hyunjin calmly corrected him. He still held the gun towards the taller male. He could trust the shorter with not doing anything stupid, but the taller on the other hand looked like he was thirsty for both Hyunjin's and Minho's blood.

"I don't want a stup-" Seungmin started before being curtly interrupted.
"Pling pling." The familiar sound of the glass bracelet sounded. This time it came from Minho's watch only.

"Congratulations." The bracelet said as Minho rolled up his sleeve to reveal the black bracelet. The tiny screen had lit up and now displayed a small confetti gun with a lot of confetti flying across the screen.

"You are officially dismissed from being the target of the day!" The robotic voice cheered. Minho sighed.

"Welp, it's over now." He said. Everyone could hear Seungmin sigh in frustration.

"As I said," Seungmin started. "I don't want a stupid alliance with any of you both." He snarled. His face was churned in hate and disgust.

"Well I do." Changbin said simply. "So man up or go on without me." He shrugged his shoulders before calmly turning to Hyunjin.

"Please put down the gun so we establish that alliance." He said. Hyunjin hesitated for a split second. He looked in the shorter male's eyes, searching for anything contrary to his words or body language, but his eyes were filled with verity. Hyunjin trusted him at once.

He put the gun back in his right pocket, pulling the lid over it as stiff as possible to show off that he wasn't going to be able to reach it so simply even if he would want to.

He then did the same with his left pocket. He pulled the lid down on both corners, folding it over the opening tightly and with that hoping to seal off the revolver too. It was simply to earn this male's trust.

"What are you doing?" Seungmin scoffed. "Do you have OCD or something?" He laughed softly at his own joke.
"No, I just wanted to seal off both guns as much as possible." Hyunjin said casually. He glanced in Seungmin's direction with a warning look.

Seungmin just stayed quiet and folded his arms again, with that hoping to maybe scare the other off. Though the contrary happened.

Hyunjin smirked. He stood back up straight and faced the shorter male. He smiled and stuck out his hand. Changbin didn't even hesitate to take the other's hand.

"I promise I won't kill you 'till our alliance ends." He said, exaggeratingly formal. Changbin smiled, and repeated the same sentence, just as formal.

Hyunjin let go of the gloved hand. He smiled, but more in surprise than anything. It had been surprisingly strong, the man's grip. He had almost wanted to gasp, really. Almost.

Suddenly Minho sighed from behind them. "Noooo you're supposed to spit in the hand first." He whined.

Changbin looked over at Hyunjin with a played disgust. "You mean you shook hands with him when he spit in it?" He asked, very aware of the fact he probably just shook that same hand. Hyunjin grimaced. He nodded.

"Seungmin?" Changbin turned towards the taller male, who was still standing there with folded arms, obviously not ready to collaborate yet.

"I don't want a st-" He yelled.

But yet again he was interrupted. It had been a loud cry. Almost similar to a cry for help. Loud sniffles and sobs followed. All three of the men looked around, frantically in search for the source of the sound.

Because they belonged to a kid. And a small one at that.