𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

34; 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣

"minghao, you're up first." seungcheol says, sliding a clipboard across the conference table, which minghao caught just in time. wonwoo guesses that sliding things in the table became a thing in seventeen while he was away. "joshua has verified which koushi sides with, so we're going to help him. we're going to take down neko mafia."

wonwoo hums quietly. they developed trust issues, huh? he means, he contributed to that-but he's sure that he did not contribute wholly. even if wonwoo became a little heartless, he'd still hate to give seventeen trust issues.

"he did lose a brother because of yi-eun," joshua states, leaning on his chair. "and his brother's name is koutaro alexandersson."

soonyoung gasps. "my cousin-"

"yep, it's your cousin," joshua cuts the latter off before he could continue. "we're gonna tell him. but this is a plan meeting, so put that aside for later."

"okay, what am i supposed to do?" minghao butts in, playing with the clipboard. he literally can't understand seungcheol's plan report-it's all eloquent and pensive. which minghao does not enjoy. "just put it simply."

"marie-anne, a general in neko mafia, holds parties annually and invites all their clients for illegal drugs. you're going to attend, but joshua will alter your face a little." seungcheol states. "i know damn well that something is going to happen, so be prepared."

minghao smirks in front of the mirror, liking how joshua altered his appearance. he puts on his gold cufflinks, amusingly looking at it before leaving the restroom.

"hello. i'm coming here as min hyungseon." minghao smugly walks up to the bouncers, arms crossed, posture straight. goddamn, minghao is more than able to pull off this image.

"right this way, sir." one of the bouncers step aside, offering minghao the red carpet. minghao nods at the bouncer once, before walking inside and taking his seat.

minghao glances at both his seatmates: they had their own sugar baby to mind, so minghao goes unnoticed. a good start, for minghao. this min hyungseon he's using as a disguise is widely known in the cannabis illegal trading industry.

where is the real min hyungseon? minghao took care of him. if you ask for a clue, minghao would say that he's cremated because of a car combustion(with a little wink).

"darling!" a heavy hand lands on minghao's shoulder. gladly, not his hair or his face; all of joshua's illusions are located there. minghao stood up immediately, facing the target. "glad you could make it!"

minghao stares at the target, the host of this drug party. he could see the glint of evil in her eyes. "marie-anne! i missed you so much. especially your angel dust," minghao winks, kissing the back of marie-anne's hand. the 38-year old woman seems to be charmed. "but mostly you."

that, folks, is minghao's blandish. he's a jerk most of the time, and that's simply it. lots of people dig the 'rich, attractive, asshole' type of guys.

that kind of hurt minghao's ego. he's using a different face right now, does that mean that this guy is more attractive than him? no no no.

"aw, seonnie, i'm going to give it to you later," marie-anne winks, stroking minghao's arm softly and seductively. "but you might not catch me after the party. or i might not catch you after the party. see 'ya!"

"see 'ya, annie!"

"oh," before marie-anne turned around, she smiles mischievously at minghao. her presence screams hedonism, but minghao was a prude himself, so, it's not working, marie-anne. "i hope you told your loved ones that you love them." and then she turns on her heels, red stilettos clanking against the marble flooring in every step she takes.

minghao smirks. he reaches for his concealed earpiece, saying, "hey joshua. she told me to tell you guys i love you. she thinks i'm gonna die." he chuckles.

though it was not a good joke, it was true. it's hard to kill xu minghao. he is the most notorious and rebellious member of seventeen. minghao likes putting his life on the line anyway, since he always gets away from demise. it's fun playing with death.

minghao noticed that the windows were sealed shut. the bouncers were gone, the double doors that everyone used to enter were shut. minghao heard seungcheol speak through his earpiece. "they're repeating what they did two years ago. be ready, minghao."

"yeah, you expected this. great job," minghao replies, looking around to let the others see what he was seeing. minghao was wearing clear contact lens which input everything that minghao sees into joshua's computer. "this marie-anne fella is kind of oblivious for a mafia member."

(the contact lens camera tech is from wonwoo. he simply used what he learned from w systems to good use, which earned him a pat on the back from seungcheol and mingyu.)

"but minghao, can't you just make fire and endure heat and such?" jeonghan's voice. "we need marie-anne and some of them alive, so minseok can interrogate them."

"just watch." minghao replies, ending the conversation.

not even 30 minutes into the party, there was a bonfire in the middle of the event hall. no, bonfire is not the correct word, it was too nice. the curtains, the red carpet, the tables and chairs were on fire. who could've done this? nobody else but marie-anne.

perfect distraction, minghao thinks. he can take down marie-anne now. "where's the little angel dust slut?"

"female's restroom. inside. there's a window there which she can use to esca-"

"understood."

minghao sprints to the female's restroom immediately, running through the raging flames and suffocating clouds of smoke. he kicks down the door to the female's restroom.

oh, bingo. minghao smirks, making huge fires in front of the window. marie-anne was still in a stall; those gem-studded stilettos were supposed to make her unique in a good way, but now, it's used to her disadvantage.

"hello, bitch." minghao says, marie-anne busts down the stall door open in panic. without wasting any more seconds, he grabs marie-anne's wrist, making his hand a little hot to keep her submissive.

"let go! let go! how did you know about this?! i'm sure i never leaked any of our plans! especially to you! you're in our blacklist, hyungseon! and we purposely invited you along with the other people in our blacklist to-ah!-burn you all into ashes!" marie-anne struggles to pull away from minghao as she spoke.

"good grief. it must suck, not having an ability." minghao says, waving his free hand in front of his face. it looked like a stupid action, but it was done to make the illusion/hyungseon disguise to falter. "hello, marie-anne, do you remember me?"

marie-anne's bedazzled face amused minghao. "the-the fire dragon of pledis mafia-! let go!" marie-anne was dragged out to the event hall. where the flames burned bright.

"wow, you were dubbed fire dragon in pledis mafia?!" chan's excitement in his voice was basically seeping off the earpiece.

"it's kinda stupid."

"yeah, seungkwan's is better."

"shut up, you're distracting him!"

minghao ignores the banters of his members. their screeches were deafening, but he had a job to do. he glances at marie-anne, smirking, "wanna see magic?"

"i need backup to come now." minghao does not wait for marie-anne to respond to him, as he clears the room from fire. minghao hopes that not all of these bad people turned into crisp yet.

"jeonghan, do you see now? my power is not called pyrokinesis because i can't just make fire and endure fire. aside from those, i can control it: make it vanish, appear, enrage. not just fire, too, i can control just plain heat. look."

minghao drops an unconscious marie-anne, followed by sounds of things slamming into the floor. the party guests of marie-anne were falling to the ground, unconscious as well.

"heat stroke!" jeonghan says through the earpiece. it sounded rather happy, which weirded minghao out a little. "that's nice!"

"oh, darling," minghao says, fixing his cufflinks before continuing. "you should see me in a crown."