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"NOW FIRE!" Jungkook voiced to Jin, who was holding a loaded space gun tightly in his hands, aimed at a fake dummy target they found in the junkyard behind Seoul. It's been 11 days since they came back home, down to the earth, and so far no one has died, which could be considered quite the achievement considering that they sent a bunch of adolescent teenagers with fully loaded guns and weapons to a place with practically no laws.

Jin pressed the trigger and flinched when the gun went off with a loud bang. The bullet missed the target completely.

"You have to keep your eyes open." Jungkook said and walked closed to Jin. He took the gun out of the elders hands.

He aimed it with one hand and,

BANG!

The bullet hit the center, Jungkook smirked to himself turning back to Jin.

"And that's how it's done." He said to the blonde who was looking back at him with his jaw hanging open as eyes wide in astonishment.

The day Jin cried in Namjoons embrace was also the day he asked Jungkook to train him with a space gun. Frankly it's been ten days and Jin made little progress and Jungkook was thankful that he could at least hold the gun properly.

"Try again hyung." Jungkook voiced and handed that gun back to Jin.

"How do you do that so effortlessly?" Jin asked out of the blue.

"It's just practice, you have to keep your eyes open and hands steady, lastly you'll get used to the gunshot." Jungkook explained and then plopped down on the ground next to where the elder was standing. The Marbilian would never like to admit it, but he's held a gun one too many times. Back up on the Orbit he wanted to become one of the guards. After graduating from The Orbit High School of Galactic Exploration he was going to apply to The Orbit Intergalactic Training Program, it was just a fancy name for a training program for the guards and all law workers on the Orbit. Let's say being a Marbilian didn't help his odds of getting in, and he got involved with some people that he should've walked around with a six feet gap.

Jin pointed the gun once more and placed his finger on the trigger.

"SHOOT!"

~

"Yoongi you have to get out of bed." Namjoon growled at the mint haired boy, who was as per usual, sprawled out on his bed, snoring. That's what you get when you're up till four am working on something Yoongi called the 'automated spring launcher'. Don't question it.

"Yoongiiiiii." Namjoon whined and started pulling at the olders leg in an attempt to pull him out of his pillow filled nest.

"Come and help me fix the radio transmitters!" Namjoon whined and tugged on Yoongi's leg rather harshly.

"Fine!" Yoongi grunted from under the pillow. "Just stop trying to rip my leg off."

"Then get up." The lilac haired retorted in annoyance, momentarily letting go of the olders leg to wipe the sweat forming on his forehead off with the sleeve of his oversized emerald shirt.

"5 more minutes." The elder grumbled out.

"Okay that's it." Namjoon snapped and ripped the covers of off Yoongi. "You are coming to help me."