TARGET

아홉

Bang!

The click-shift of reloading a pistol.

Bang Bang!

"Not bad kid."

Jaemin wiped his head towards the source of noise breaking the faint echo of the sound of a pistol. Soonyoung stood behind him with his arms folded over his chest, grinning proudly.

"Thanks," He said simply.

Its been approximately 3 weeks since Ursula Minor "recruited" (borderline kidnapped) the 6 orphaned boys. Currently, Jaemin, Jeno, and Jisung practiced shooting targets under the supervision and guidance of Soonyoung, their instructor for this course.

A vast field of hard gravel and wilting grass stretching for miles on end. It was hard to see any means of civilization this deep into the grassy terrain, for they had driven quite a while to get here. A soft crimson painted the boy's noses and cheeks, the cold biting at their exposed skin.

Wooden human cutouts, painted white to accentuate the bullet points, served as targets. They were currently stationary, but below their 2D figures was a mechanism that would make them move from any position within its lateral range. Soonyoung had the remote that would move the dummies from left to right, but since the boys were still fairly new to shooting, he let them practice on stationary targets for the time being.

"Jisung remember, your thumbs are only slightly stacked, one is behind the other with your dominant hand in front and pulling the trigger." Soonyoung corrected, walking over to the confused boy who had missed a majority of his shots- if he made any, then they were completely by chance.

Jisung corrected his form with a nod, noticing that his hold around the sleek, black pistol was a bit less shaky, but each time he fired off, his body still jolted from the impact.

Soonyoung watched the boy struggle, jumping like he was frightened from the shot, but Soonyoung could tell that wasn't the case. He just wasn't sturdy enough. This affected his accuracy rate.

The elder walked over and used the tip of his shoe to tap the inside of Jisung's leg to indicate that he needed to spread his legs.

"Standing with your legs together to maximize the shock impact, widen your stance, and focus your balance utilizing the widened stance."

Jisung did as told, with the help of Soonyoung, he was standing with his legs shoulder-width apart, heels grounded and slightly dug into the gravel, taking a few seconds to balance before-

Bang!

Right in the stomach.

"Hoshi-hyung!" The boy said, ecstatic, turning back to the elder- but he had already walked off to help Jeno.

"That hyung is so cool," Jisung mumbled to himself, still grinning. It was hard to think that the Soonyoung that would stick chopsticks up his mouth and clap like a walrus was the same badass Hitman that instructed him just then.

"You're going to get yourself killed with that form,"

He swept his leg under the younger, tripping him and making him land on his behind. Hard. On the concrete.

"HYUUUUNGGG!" The orange-haired whined, feeling the numbing pain on his behind shoot through his back.

Minghao grinned at the boy sprawled on the floor, he offered his hand to pull the boy up. Being naive, Chenle took his hand but then was maneuvered into a position where his hand was behind his back and he was against the cool yet scratchy cemented wall.