Super

11. mellow yellow

"I still can't believe he did that," Taeyong muttered, leaning against a table, a dark frown on his face. "What's the point of recruiting Supers if you don't want them to use their powers?"

"There's more to Taemin's plan than you know," Lucas said, raising an eyebrow. "And we did get something out of it. Stop acting like we're just wasting our time."

To his credit, that was true. At least to some extent. The group (minus Baekhyun and Taemin) had reassembled in front of the laboratory as soon as their training sessions had ended—

"Which was three hours ago," Kai said tiredly, pulling a towel off his shoulder and wiping his hands with it. "Even my palms are getting sweaty with nervousness. I don't understand why we have to train for so long—well, why I have to train for so long. You guys have stick-figure bodies. Except Lucas."

"Thank you," Lucas muttered, looking a little confused.

Ten let out a breath he'd been holding in for some time, turning it into a sigh. "I admit I'm getting a little tired with all the waiting we have to do."

Taeyong spread his arms victoriously, as if displaying the results of a successful experiment. Ten couldn't help but recall his enthusiasm the time he'd made his best painting, only for it to end up unappreciated. "Even Ten agrees," Taeyong said. "You know when that happens, it's serious."

Mark spoke up before Lucas's eyes could complete their roll, cutting in somewhat nervously. "I think what Taeyong means is like, we don't have much to do," he said. Ever the peacemaker, though rarely successful.

Ten had to admit he kind of agreed with Taeyong's idea. The rest of the Super-team, or whatever their name was supposed to be, seemed to agree too—except Lucas, who still seemed to him a little too blind to Taemin's faults. He had wanted to feel like he was actually doing something with life, but he had gotten only as far as eavesdropping on a not-so-private conversation among two criminals.

He could almost feel the tension in the room, and knew that he was one of the biggest contributors to it, if not the. Everyone was secretly dying to know what he had overheard, but Ten felt uncomfortable even thinking about it. The experience had been...disturbing, to say the least. And he didn't have permission from 'team leader' yet. Despite Taeyong's biting comments, Ten knew that he too was intimidated by Taemin, like everyone else.

"Yes." Taeyong nodded vigorously. "The casino raid yesterday, or whatever that was? That could have been carried out by a group of well-trained civilians. Look, I get that we have to be careful when dealing with this supervillain stuff, but this is more like being unproductive and impractical."

Lucas's eyebrow inched a little higher. "I'd like to see you explain one 'practical' thing about your plan."

Taeyong's eyes narrowed. Ten winced as he saw him opening his mouth to retaliate, but the door of the lab swung open and Baekhyun walked in, saving the day from yet another argument.

Mark sat up excitedly, looking at the orange-haired man with wide, eager eyes. "So? What did you get?"

"Nothing promising," Baekhyun answered, shrugging. Ten watched as he walked into the center, the goggles around his neck swinging rhythmically with each step. He looked tired, and somewhat quieter than usual. He sat up with a frown, wondering what he had found. "Traces of hallucinogen in her bloodstream."

"Hallucinogen?" Kai asked.

"Oh," Baekhyun frowned. "D-lysergic acid diethylamide."

Ten tilted his head to the side. "You do realize that's not helping, right?"