bloodline ; seventeen

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The room filled with a certain unease as the five new additions entered the room; the tallest of the group closing the door was stiff hands. Words seemed to be none existent, almost impossible to form in Junhui's head during his state of shock and confusion. Everything seemed to slow down. It seemed as if this place in time was a movie scene or a novelist's climax, shocking the consumers with the blunt actions of the characters. However, it was far from fiction, far from a cheep fairy tale. It was a reality that broke Junhui to the core, each second driving the dagger of distrust and betrayal deeper and deeper into his heart. The overwhelming sensation of negative, positive and conflicting emotions paralyzed the Chinese man into a breathing statue; looking into each and every pair of emotional eyes that belonged to his beloved friends. However, as Junhui's world froze, other's went into hyper speed. 

"You really couldn't give me a little signal, could you Jihoon?" Seungcheol rhetorically asked, scratching his neck awkwardly with a guild full of questioning eyes starring him, the fairy and the four foreign faces. The leader sighed, readying his lungs for the events that were to unravel within the very close future. From the mere sight of Junhui's frozen eyes, the raven haired man could tell the next few minutes were to be hell, and his job was to contain it. 

As expected, Jihoon groaned in distaste at the leader's continuous complaints; wanting nothing more than to sock the man right in the jaw. However, as the man had impeccable impulse control, all the light haired man did was tightly close fist his hand in anger. Fighting the leader wasn't worth it; especially physically. Plus, he wasn't the priority, Junhui and his friends were, and he made sure not to lose light of what truly mattered. "Shut up." He said bluntly, shocking the crowd with his poisonous tone. Yes, the smaller man was infamously known for his uptight nature and strict nature, but he was never mean, nor was he ever intentionally cruel. However, with the turn in events and lack of rest, the guild saw a side of Jihoon that made their skin crawl. They saw the side that could fight a storm head on. They saw something far stronger than Jihoon himself, they saw a man that was fighting for every ounce of strength he had left. Needless to say, they followed the order meant for their leader to a T; not wanting to disrupt the man even more. Without another word to the speechless leader, he took it upon himself to explain the situation. 

With the torch of authority being wordlessly passed to Jihoon, he spoke once again; this time, to the whole guild. "I'm not repeating this twice to listen up. As most of you already know, we've been harbouring these humans for....about two, three days? I don't know, it's all been a blur for me." Everyone who listened to the fairy's words furrowed at the sudden ramble, even the four mundanes. They were used to a straight to the point, no bullshit type of attitude from the man; not an insecure, scared man; almost afraid of his own wording. However, he continued. "Anyway, the fact that most of you don't know is that they're Junhui's closet friends. One being his roommate, two being his fellow classmates and one being an underclassmen from his high school. Now, you may be asking, especially you Junhui, 'why are these human's here?' or 'why does one of them have blue eyes?'. Well, well, well, you have three people to thank for this one." Jihoon chuckled, strolling across the floor with a sick smile of his face, the smile of a killer. The only difference is that the smile wasn't sinister, it was mad. He lost his sanity, only for a second. Regardless, his expression wasn't what had others on edge; it was his teasing accusation that made the members curious, puzzled at the man's words. Before their minds could guess the suspects, the members were revealed with a casual tone from Jihoon's tongue. "Thank Wonwoo, Jeonghan and leader Seungcheol for your friend's presence, Junhui." The fairy said, flicking his eyes between the three culprits; their eyes widening in his yet again, blunt words. They cut like knifes, not caring for the damage upon others they caused. Instead, his words kept cutting; enjoying the suffering they inflicted. With his eyes rested in Seungcheol's eyes, he spoke his final words. "They're the reason these four men will no longer be able to exist in the mundane world ever again."