M.I.A. || SeungJin

= Treize =

"If that's what I think it is, I'm jumping off a cliff"

"Well I guess I should say my farewells now 'cause that's exactly what you think it is," Jeongin replied, knowing fully well what Hyunjin was referring to in the box, "rip Hyunjin; you'll be truly missed"

Neglecting Jeongin's apathetic comments, the elder boy reached into the metal box to grab a hold of the item his eyes first drew him to (and it also being the thing that he would jump off a cliff for), pulling the object out with delicate hands and much care.

Hyunjin took his sweet time to admire the matte black of the exterior and every little detail that came along with the weapon. The average-sized pistol he held with his right hand was something he never would've thought he'd be holding, yet here he was, with a gun ready to fire.

"Have you never used a gun before?" Seungmin questioned (although he already knew the answer) after observing his partner's reaction. Even though Hyunjin was usually full of surprises, Seungmin believed that this new piece of information about the male was simply common sense by now.

"Yeeeah," he responded whilst dragging out his letters. Blinking rapidly as if in thought, Hyunjin put the gun back into the box and searched for either objects within, giving off the aura that he wasn't telling the utter truth.

"Are you sure about that?" Seungmin asked once again, watching the older boy before him occupy himself with a stapler that had been lying on the bench they were at, isolated from the other stationary tools. As he played around with the object like a child would do, Seungmin couldn't help but crack into a smile from watching the little scenario. Hyunjin was easier to read than a book for preschool students.

"Well, technically I have used a gun in weaponry practice, but that may have been the only time I used one" He spoke, trailing his sentence off at the end. He really hoped that this would be enough to appease Seungmin, but he knew deep in his heart that the sweet younger boy wouldn't judge him either way, so in all honesty, he was fine.

"Ah, do you still remember how to use one?"

"Yeah, but it's quite vague. Although, since these are only small hand-held guns, I'm sure I'll be able to fire it and such" Hyunjin reassured his friend.

"Woah, what is this!?" Jeongin exclaimed with admiration, remembering to lower his voice to not disturb the other workers around him (although he still managed to gather the attention of a few of them). With his hand already jammed in the box, he brought out a diminutive spherical thing from within and showcased it to his 'audience'; them only being Seungmin and Hyunjin (and you could also include some of the other agents that were busy staring at the boys instead of doing their work).

"Jeongin! Put that back!" Seungmin whispered-shouted to Jeongin after taking a good look at the grenade he was holding. Jeongin abided to his orders, although very hastily he dropped the weapon to the bottom of the box with a small thud, causing Seungmin to purposefully drop himself to the thinly carpeted floor onto his stomach.

He dug his face in between his two arms and screeched as quietly as he could without letting the sound resonate to the people surrounding him. No one seemed to notice (or care) that there was a person lying on the floor like a dead fish, so Seungmin stayed in his position for as long as he willed, until Hyunjin and Jeongin finally came to their senses.

"Are you okay?" were the only words that constantly repeated themselves from the mouths of the two dumbfounded boys as they attempted to get their friend to talk. Seungmin had eventually had enough of their poking and shaking methods, so he decided to get up himself (without answering their pleads). After all, he was perfectly fine, other than the fact that Jeongin could have just ended his and everyone else's lives in that one millisecond. Grenades weren't a force to be reckoned with, even when the pin is still attached.