Ignite

ch 2

sicheng slammed the front door shut, locking it and putting the chain latch over before taking off his shoes. he looked over in the kitchen, there was a stack of unwashed dishes and utensils waiting for him in the sink.

he placed his bag on the small rectangular table that was against a wall, sitting under a painting. 'nct huh? name's giving me a headache already.' sicheng mentally sighed as he pushed open his bedroom door, revealing a mess that looked like a tornado blew over it twice.

he flopped down on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. he grabbed his phone which was sitting on the nightstand since his brain decided to leave it while at work. reaching into his pockets he pulled out a list of numbers on paper, most of them including the other people on his team.

"food first, then socialize or not at all," sicheng decided, getting off the bed, taking off his coat, leaving it on the bed to put away later. his place was a mess, obviously, but he knew his way around things.

after eating a cup of ramen and took care of his hygiene, sicheng crawled back to his bed and called it a day. before actually heading off to sleep he placed his handgun, which was fully loaded, on the wooden nightstand, just to be safe, you never know. he scrolled through his phone, adding the numbers before plugging in his phone and resting it on the nightstand. from there he drifted off to sleep.

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doyoung walked around the streets, wearing a black hoodie, which the hood was over his head. he was perfectly peaceful until some drunk guy which came from a nearby club started talking shit to him. "shut up, otherwise i can just push you on the street for a car to run you over and break a few ribs," doyoung threatened.

"you want to play that game?" the guy responded aggressively. "sure if you want go at it," doyoung snapped back, "come on, throw the punch at me if you're not a fucking whimp." doyoung knew if that he didn't throw it first, he wouldn't get in as much trouble if police showed up, but either way police would familiarize him, so that'd be a bad idea.

the man grabbed his hoodie and started hitting him, landing a smack on his face. doyoung pushed him back, shouting a claim that would usually work. "you'd better run off, i have three other people with me nearby," the claim was false and didn't really have an effect. "oh yeah? bring them on out!" the man started challenging him, getting on his last nerve as he started to trash talk him again.

doyoung balled his fingers into a fist and swung, hitting dead center on the face, he grabbed the man's arms and twisted in one clean, quick motion. the other let out a loud groan while doyoung grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the nearby wall.

  he let go and gave the man a rough kick to the ribs once he was on the ground before grabbing the wallet that fell out, snatching some cash before running off. 'yoonoh's going to be mad, whatever worth it, free money.' he grinned to himself as he slowed down.

  doyoung slipped into an empty walkway, a quicker route back to where most of the members were at. he stopped and stood by a tree, counting the money. '20,000(around 17 usd-ish), good enough.' he went off on his way until he was stopped in his tracks by two people. "do you know where ****** street is?" one of them asked, his train of thought crashed, that was the address of one of their money printing presses. either they were there to collect money or find out ways to catch them constantly breaking the law.

  he decided to play dumb and play it off with the simple, "no sorry, i need to get home soon." he quickly sped off, with the two looking at him weirdly but shrugged it off. he looked back and saw the pair talking among themselves and staring back at him. that made him start acting normally while speed walking back.