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7

Yunho

"Where are you going?" Mikyung interrogated when she spotted me leaving my apartment with a backpack and a black hoodie. "You're not going to kill someone before you off to your date with Suzy, are you?"

I laughed. "Kyungie, when have I ever killed someone?"

"You killed me," Mikyung answered, pointing to herself. "Countless times."

"I didn't. If I did you would be dead already."

Mikyung rolled her eyes. "Just tell me where you are going before your date with Suzy and I will leave you alone. Who wouldn't be suspicious about someone leaving their flat four hours early before a date in a black hoodie and a backpack?"

I laughed. "It's a secret, Kyung," I smile. "I can't tell you just yet."

The girl raised her eyebrows suspiciously. "I still think you are going to murder someone."

I ignored her words and checked my watch. Oops. "Well, I'm not murdering someone, but I have to go right now or I'll be late. Goodbye Kyung!" I raced out of the apartment, ignoring Mikyung's protests. I literally flew down the stairs and ran out of the apartment complex, before jogging more calmly towards the road leading to the park I suspect Mikyung and Wooyoung had gone to. From afar, I could see Hongjoong conversing to Seonghwa and San on a bench, who were both listening intently.

"—get the eight of us together, so we can became like, you know, a K-pop boygroup," I heard Hongjoong say as I arrived.

"What did I miss?" I inquired, plopping onto the bench next to them. "I only heard eight of us, K-pop, and boygroup."

"Hongjoong here wants the eight of us to start a boyband," Seonghwa summarised.

"A boyband?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Well, that's why I'm asking you guys to come over," Hongjoong answers, "to see if you would agree with my plan."

"I agree~!" San singsongs in his usual somewhat high-pitched voice.

"Already?" I raised my eyebrow. "What if Hongjoong ends up selling us to a black market or something?"

Seonghwa bellowed with laughter as Hongjoong frowned at me. "Did you really think I was going to do that?"

"Well, you are the most unpredictable person I know," Yunho answers. "Who knows? You might do that. By the way, who are the eight you are talking about?"

"Me, Seonghwa, San, you," Hongjoong pointed to each of us in turn. "Of course I called Mingi, have you ever heard this guy rap? Then Yeosang and Wooyoung, both of them have been dancing and singing since forever, and then Jongho. I mean, dude, have you heard his voice? I swear it's so high it could shatter glass."

"He's not on that level yet," San corrected. "But yes, his voice is high. But Jongho barely knows the rest of us. You sure he would be up to this?"

"That's why I'm calling a meeting here!" Hongjoong waved his hands with exasperation. "How many times should I repeat that?"

"A billion," I answer.

Hongjoong glared daggers at my direction.

Soon enough, they started appearing: first Mingi, doing complicated dance moves on his way here; then Yeosang, who had a book tucked under his arm and looking bored; then Wooyoung, who looked around as if looking for someone (I'm guessing Mikyung), and finally the youngest, Jongho, who is out of his usual work uniform and had settled in on some casual clothes. He didn't look surprised or overwhelmed to see the rest of us—perhaps Hongjoong had informed him in advance.