"Dae, I have no clue what's going on," Jinyoung mumbles into Dae's ear as she sets up the game in pure glee. "Why is everyone so mad?"
Dae turned to him, an artificial, sympathetic expression on her face. "Oh buddy," She softly mocked, patting his cheek. "You're in for some fun."
Jinyoung nervously peered back to the counter of weapons at the build-in bar; in which Chan and Jisung were still emptying their pockets, truck full of artillery.
"Jinyoung," Changbin announced, "You're no exception, empty your pockets too. I don't care if you're a new player, we're not and we all know how to disarm someone."
"I-I don't believe I have any weapons on me, I didn't think of bringing any." Jinyoung began patting his pockets for weapons but couldn't locate anything other than a stick of chapstick, which he didn't believe that could be used to hurt anyone.
Minho rolled his eyes, staring at him like he was stupid. "You're YoungDay, always bring weapons. Just cause you're not working, doesn't mean you're not working."
"That makes no sense!"
"It means just because you're not teaching or on a mission, it doesn't mean you're safe Youngie. You always have to bring something to protect yourself," Dae states, emptying knives, pistols, and such from the crevices of her outfit. "You're never fully safe, as much as you want to assure yourself you are."
Chan places a hand on her shoulder, a gentle smile displayed, "Couldn't have said it better. Now Jinyoung, I still want you to empty your pockets. Double-check, cause if we find out you kept something hidden. that same object will be lodged in your heart or throat, we'll let Jisung pick."
"Thanks," Jisung stated nonchalantly, glaring slightly at Chan. "I'm glad I'm just the serial killer."
Jinyoung made a sound of surprise and his eyes widened. He tried to mask his surprise by slowly nodding his head, but his eyes still held the shock he felt. "You learn something new every day."
This made Dae burst laughing, forgetting Jinyoung didn't know about Jisung's past.
"Han? The famous serial killer??" Jisung craned his head, staring at him, blatantly confused why he didn't put two and two together.
"That's you!?" Jinyoung flinched back, his eyes blown wide.
"Did you think my work name was just to commemorate him? Remember and recognize the most well known serial killer?"
"I don't know! I just never put two and two together! I thought it was just coincidence you guys shared the same name."
Dae sighed, shaking her head. "Oh Jinyoung, you confuse me. Nonetheless, empty your pockets."
Jinyoung stood up, looking irked. "I told you, I have nothing on me."
Felix grabbed Jinyoung, and within a second of searching him, a switchblade was pulled from one of his pockets.
"Do you want to explain this?" Felix asked, making dead eye contact with him as he flipped the weapon open, exposing the razor; still not breaking eye contact.
"I forgot that was in my pocket," He spluttered out, looking nervously at Dae when Felix wouldn't let go of Jinyoung's shoulder and his grip was getting tighter.
"Even though multiple people asked you to check your pockets? Felix's deep voice intimidated Jinyoung to the point he was almost shaking.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think it was in my pocket."
The tension in the room was too much to handle and it was making Dae really uncomfortable. She walked over to Felix and Jinyoung and placed her hand on Felix's shoulder making him face her.

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The Family That's Ours (Sequel to Family)
Fanfiction** This story is a sequel to Family (Stray Kids Mafia AU)** After debuting as Youngday, Dae and Jinyoung find their way as teachers, but things aren't as smooth sailing as JYPE expected. From headaches to hallucinations and betrayals the world never...