hotel | nct

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14:29
room : kitchen
people : yanmei
current event : late lunch

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"hey, can we come here everyday?"

all of us sit on the staircase that leads to the church.

"of course we can." yanwu answers.

"will god always be there for us?"

"i sure hope so." yanmi speaks up, taking a small bite of her sandwich.

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"yo, yanmei," i open my eyes and see barcelona sitting across from me. "you gonna eat that?" he points to my bag of unopened pretzels. i pick them up and hand the bag to him. barcelona happily takes the bag and immediately pulls the bag open.

"hey guys," fiji appears, pulling out a chair and sitting on it. "you need to stop eating so many snacks," he says to barcelona, who happily munches the pretzels.

barcelona shrugs his shoulders, "they're yummy."

"hey, i want something to eat," macau appears, pulling up another chair. "got anything for me?"

"shouldn't you be in pain?" i rest my arm on the back on the chair. "did your wounds heal that quickly?" he just gives me a cheeky smile so i roll my eyes at him.

fiji sits back in his chair, "is everyone else downstairs?"

i nod my head, "as far as i know. nice woke up last night, but went back to sleep within minutes. hong kong's meds finally backed off, so he isn't acting like he's in an insane asylum. and seoul is already out of bed. you guys are so impatient to leave here. i thought you guys liked me." i comment while standing up and grabbing a bag of chips from the counter.

"oh, we just have unfi-" barcelona starts to speak but fiji slaps his hand over barcelona's mouth.

"we just have some things to take care of," fiji speaks and takes his hand off of barcelona's mouth. i sit down on the chair that i was previously sitting on. barcelona glares at fiji. "stop opening your mouth."

"what kind of unfinished business?" i ask. all of them look at me. "okay. first off, i'm not new here so just tell me what's going on and second off, did you forget that there are about ten gangs that i can list off the top of my head that are around this city."

fiji sighs, "taeyong wants to go back and deal with the gang from yesterday," he answers and steals a chip from my bag.

i raise an eyebrow, "not unless all twenty-one of you want to get killed." i tilt the bag of chips towards macau as he reaches for a chip. "some of you are injured, which will hinder your abilities to fight those bastards out there."

"but we can't just not listen to him." barcelona scratches the back of his head.

i sigh, "well i'd prefer my only friends to not get killed. i'll go talk to him."

"even if he's still down there, i don't think you could convince him," fiji speaks.

isn't it common sense to follow doctor's orders? lord, i think i'll make a new list of rules and enforce the heck out them.