𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

13; 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

another night at w systems. another hundred people dead. another victorious smirk painted on yi-eun's face, another toast to the man who made the murders possible. another record for wonwoo.

what was the vision of their cynical president? well, it's simple. it's to 'wipe out the mundane population and let the ability users take over the world.'

ridiculous for some, but to yi-eun, it's not. why do ability-users always get stopped from doing what they want? from using their convenient and useful abilities? it's because they don't want the 'innocent' to know about them. well, fuck the innocent. they're gifted with abilities, yet they can't make use of it? fuckasses. ability-users should also take over the governments, and every. single. thing. ability-users should rule the world. weaklings have no chance against them, and yet they control everyone, even the ones powerful than them? bullshit.

this mindset is what pisses off koushi so much. yi-eun didn't understand; why do they get pissed off by him? he'll see, everyone will see once yi-eun succeeds. world will be a much better place without the mundanes. they will see yi-eun as a hero. not as a villain, as the bad guy, as the crazy man.

but as koushi says: "every villain is a hero in his own mind."

"jeon! my boy, come here," yi-eun turned around, the barstool he sat on squeaked. "when do you plan on completing your mission?"

wonwoo walks to his boss who reeked of liquor. his face remained phlegmatic. "what mission? i just killed a hundred today." yi-eun's electric blue eyes felt as if he was throwing daggers to wonwoo. yi-eun pats the barstool next to him and wonwoo immediately sat on it.

"hey, adam, another blue label please? thanks." yi-eun smiled at their bartender momentarily, before turning to wonwoo. "jeon, you might've only known mingyu and seventeen through the files i gave you. that is enough to give you a scare."

"why should i be scared? i always succeed." wonwoo replied, taking the glass of blue label that adam placed in front of him. he takes a gulp, making yi-eun chuckle at both his alcohol tolerance and boldness.

"unlike pyxis, all thirteen of them are ability users. even their informant is an ability user. they're powerful as heck, they even killed jia-er! you know that one, right?" yi-eun growled lowly, careful not to snap at his best underling.

"thirteen?" wonwoo squinted, slowly putting down his glass of liquor. wonwoo saw how yi-eun got fazed, panicked a little and put on a forced smile. "aren't there twelve of them?"

"yeah, i must've forgot. twelve," yi-eun faces away from wonwoo. the younger man is still suspicious. "anyway, they were seen altogether by one of our spies in korea. they're coming back, so you better be ready to kill mingyu."

"why kill mingyu, when i can kill all of them?" wonwoo downed all of the liquor in his glass. he demands adam for more. "then, our plans will go smoothly. like before."

"good idea. if you can kill all of them, then go." yi-eun crossed his leg over the other, before continuing. "you know, before koushi wiped your memory, you were really much more genocidal than me. i feared that you might take over w systems." yi-eun laughs.

rapid blinking. touching his neck too often. pausing before continuing whatever he was saying. wonwoo knew that yi-eun was lying. but does that even have to matter? wonwoo is happy with this life that yi-eun gave him, lots of privileges and luxuries.

"tell me, yi-eun, what type of flower did koushi use to wipe my memory?" wonwoo asked smugly. "even when i fought him face on, he didn't use his ability on me. maybe he was holding himself back because mingyu was there, but he seems like a person who doesn't use his ability if it's not much of importance."

"belladonna. now, if you'll excuse me, i have matters to attend to. bye, jeon!" yi-eun hurriedly stood up and walked off somewhere else.

he told me that it was azalea 5 months ago. wonwoo sighed, shaking his head. just a second ago, it was okay if yi-eun was hiding something from him; nothing will change even if yi-eun hides some information about seventeen. but yi-eun lied about what really happened to wonwoo. obviously, koushi didn't use his ability on wonwoo. yi-eun can't even tell the memory-wiping incident detail by detail.

jeon yi-eun may treat wonwoo like a brother, but wonwoo will not tolerate it if yi-eun keeps on lying to wonwoo about his own past. about why wonwoo can't remember anything.

fuck. here comes another unfamiliar memory.

"good morning, wonwoo! should i make coffee?"

"yes, please. do you mind telling me about what happened to jeonghan and joshua yesterday? why are the members shipping them?"

"oh, jeonghan took the poison intended for joshua. how kind and selfless!"

"what kind of poison? why didn't it kill jeonghan immediately?"

"belladonna. joshua-hyung said that belladonna kicks in a bit later. anyway, dark coffee?"

"i will drop dead in seconds if you give me coffee without milk."

"alright, alright! coffee with milk, coming right up!"

yet again, mingyu appeared in wonwoo's unfamiliar memories.

"but i have to pay the debt!" soonyoung protested. kotarou facepalms.

"we told you, we have money and we can pay it for you!" minghao explained for the umpteenth time. "are you going in circles purposefully? because, we all know you're not that stupid to keep on repeating the same questions and reasons over and over."

soonyoung held back the smile that was about to break out. okay, maybe they can win me over with flattery. "but—"

"shut it. hoshino-san, this is the best offer we've got. we pay the debt, you go back to the line of work you actually like, plus," kotarou points to jeonghan, who immediately smiled at kotarou. "you have jeonghan-san, too. he can heal grandma in an instant."

"fuck... you're right!" soonyoung bolted up from his seat, walking to seungcheol. "i'm returning to seventeen, but you have to pay the debt and heal obachan first."

"anything will do! just return to seventeen, okay?" seungcheol smiled. jihoon stared at soonyoung and hunkered down to whisper something to seungcheol. "o-kay, you really think so? alright. alright."

"what did he say?" seokmin asked. seungcheol cleared his throat and stood up from his seat. "hey, say it now! i'm intrigued!"

"we'll do all that. just promise that you're going to return to seventeen, and," seungcheol glanced at jihoon. "promise that you don't color your hair any color for a month. bleaching not allowed too."

the other members laughed. "what?! what does that have to do with anything?!"

"for being selfish, and for giving up so easily." jihoon crossed his arms. "you deserve it."

"jihoon, we're nothing now. you can't just give me an order and expect me to follow it. all of last year— all of us is down the drain." okay, what soonyoung just said inflicted pain on everyone's hearts. that was a harsh reality slap.

"i didn't give you an order," jihoon smirked. "that's why i asked seungcheol to add it in, because he's the one who will implement that rule on you. not me. and that comes with returning to seventeen, paying the debt and healing your grandma.

soonyoung may be harsh, but jihoon is way cruel.

a/n: i remember going to svt's concert and spraining my ankle(i was wearing high heels because the people in [standing] vip were tall asf and i landed badly while jumping) so i was literally crying while doing the fast ass fanchants