𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

6; 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

"hey, this feels like an audition!" seokmin cheered, wiggling in his chair. "okay, let's start from you. you look cute." seokmin points to chan, whose smiley face immediately dropped and was replaced with an unreadable face. it was close to the face you make when you have loose bowel movement.

all thirteen, members and non-members were in the meeting room. the members sat in their respective chairs, while the orphans stood on one side. chan was now standing in front, a gigantic screen behind him. there were sweat bullets on his forehead. jeonghan waved at chan and cheered for him quietly.

"i-i'm lee chan! i'm eighteen, my ability is negating other abilities!" chan stuttered, while the others just observed him, and one was writing down what he said. "d-do you hate me?"

"ah, i hate your fashion sense, if i must say." minghao makes a disgusted face at chan's poop-yellow shirt that said 'this boy wants to party' in bubbly font.

"speak normally, minghao. you're not in the 1800s, gay ass!" junhui sneers, earning laughs from everyone at the table. minghao hissed at junhui, to which junhui backed up because he doesn't want to fight in front of the new kid.

"s-sorry." chan bows to minghao.

"don't do that! he doesn't deserve your respect! he ate dog food for shoes!" junhui commented again, to which chan finally laughed at. he loosens up because of the 'homey' vibe that these strangers are giving him. minghao jumped from his seat, fishing out his nunchucks—which was burning.

"why the hell is it on fire!?" jihoon panics, just like everyone else while minghao runs to junhui. junhui sighed, calling the red demon. "AND WHY THE HELL IS THERE A GIGANTIC DEMONESS GLOWING RED?! I'M OUTTA HERE!"

"oh, don't worry. they do that daily. they won't actually continue it." soonyoung turns around, his swivel chair creaking a little. he meets the eyes of jihoon, who immediately fumed at the sight of soonyoung's face. "oh, hey, shrimpy!"

"i'm not a fucking shrimp! i'm 5'5!"

"not that." soonyoung laughed, just right after the red demoness was gone and minghao was back on his seat. "because you only want the body of a shrimp, but not the head. for your case, i like your toned body but not your ugly ass face—IT'S NOT TIME TO SHOWCASE YOUR ABILITY YET!" soonyoung shouts, avoiding the ballpoint pen hovering right beside his neck. jihoon disables his ability on the pen, laughing before he turned to chan again.

psh. that shrimp sucks dick. totally. soonyoung didn't look forward to working with that ugly ass, short tempered shrimp.

"okay, chan, show us your ability." joshua clicks his pen, before placing it down. chan smiles, walking to joshua. when joshua realises that chan was in front of him, he smiles back warmly. "oh? what is it?"

"you're using your ability. i can feel it." chan said, to which joshua's eyes widened.

"w-what? i have no control to the permanent illusions i set anymore—what do you mean?"

"hold up, he can also feel if an ability is being used?!" mingyu straightens, gasping at the discovery. "that's cool shit man! we totally need you on the team!"

there goes mingyu: the man who previously declined having more members in the team, being enthralled by chan's ability.

"so, care to show your ability?" seungkwan asked chan.

okay, try not to faint. chan nods and touches joshua, momentarily smiling when he witnessed something about joshua change—before he faints. seungkwan sighed at chan, watching the others huddle around the newbie. "he's low on stamina. he probably didn't use his ability for a long time."

"yeah, that's what it is." hansol puckers his lips. "that's why he said that he can beat me." hansol comes to a realization, staring at the floor.

"woah, is vernon being kicked off the title of 'most powerful'?!"

"hey, junhui, i'm the most powerful!" seungcheol protests, slipping his arms under chan's knees and on his back. chan regained consciousness, but he was too hazy to figure out why he's being carried, or why the ride is bumpy. seungcheol gently places chan on an empty chair.

"but chan is here so you're still kicked off."

"oh, maybe." seokmin agrees. "but then, you see, the criminal x organization president trope is developing. hashtag wattpride hashtag seungcheol hashtag boyxboy hashtag bdsm hashtag mpreg hashtag daddykink—"

"hey, we don't do that stuff here!"

"they're kinky shits. are you sure that we entered the hq of special forces or a stripping bar?" jihoon mumbles, which wonwoo and jeonghan heard. jeonghan laughs, while wonwoo only shakes his head.

"oh my god!" soonyoung gasped, turning to joshua. "you've been concealing.. you've been concealing your hair! it's like cotton candy!" soonyoung points to joshua's fluffy head of pink cotton candy hair, to which joshua responded by shyly brushing his hair with his fingers.

"uh... you know, when i last colored my hair green, you guys said you wanted to bleach your eyes out when you saw it but it looked good to me. then i tried coloring it again, but this time, pink, and i thought it was bad. so.."

"yeah, that was one time was because you wanted to look like deku." junhui commented. "at least, try to think if it would fit the color, not just think about anime characters. you don't radiate deku energy, though."

"dude, it's so fucking cool." jeonghan subconsciously walked to joshua. the others were ready for an attack, but jeonghan only stood in front of joshua and stared at the pink cotton candy hair.

"did you dye it yourself?" minghao asks.

"i did. i have no time to go to a hairdresser." joshua replied, turning to look at jeonghan. joshua was not intimidated by the 'trickster' aura that jeonghan had. maybe because joshua was a trickster himself. jeonghan nodded acknowledgingly with a smile, before walking back to where he previously stood.

the others were weirded out at jeonghan's sudden actions.

"uh, okay, next." seungcheol walks back to his chair, slumping. "introduce yourself."

"jeon wonwoo. eighteen. gravity manipulation." wonwoo crossed his arms, walking up front. "do you want me to demonstrate?"

the thirteen members nodded in unison.

wonwoo sighs, walking casually to the side. he surprises everyone when he stepped on to the wall and onto the ceiling—so now, he was upside down, still and firm like a bat on a cave's ceiling. wonwoo jumps down and lands on his feet, before he makes weird motions with his hand. then, a small black hole appeared before wonwoo's hand.

"not only that hanging on ceiling thing, but i can gather forces of gravity on one place, then create a black hole. it can suck stuff and people, depending on how strong the gravitational force is. my strength gets affected, too. sometimes my fist gets too heavy because of gravity." wonwoo explains, as the black hole disappears. joshua writes all the information on a notebook.

"so if i push you off a cliff, you won't die?"

"nope."

"interesting." seokmin hums, not knowing that his members where internally sighing at his comments. seokmin likes creative ways of kicking bad people's butts—and sometimes, he even sings a song of ways to kill people. this inquiry of 'pushing wonwoo off a cliff' is just giving him ideas.

what a weirdo.

"okay! next, lee jihoon." jeonghan pushes the smaller to the front, earning a glare from jihoon before jeonghan walked back to his place.

soonyoung smirks and speaks. "let's see what the shrimpy has up on his sleeve."