𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

38; 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙩

choi seungcheol is a righteous man. his sense of justice is very strong, that's why he joined the metropolitan police force of seoul, but it felt like it was not enough.

seungcheol was given detective tasks that are too trivial or too easy for seungcheol's liking, and his undeniable marvellous skills. once, seungcheol had planned to corrupt the police force using his hidden ability. there are many ways, trust him.

that's why he once joined a mafia. for action.

you may ask, which mafia? seungcheol had never told the members about him being a previous mafia member, nor the police force. it's not written in seungcheol's file, or any other document anyone could find about him. though, it's not anything big. the mafia was shut down before seventeen was ever founded.

(don't worry, it's none of the mafias that pyxis and seventeen have hatred against.)

so much for his 'sense of justice'.

"i would like a word with him," seungcheol says, voice hushed, as if the topic is brazen. the young man turns to the police officer, with a serious expression. "is it possible, chief?"

the chief of the supernatural correctional center was seungcheol's good friend. well, seungcheol's father's good friend. though his request might be rejected, he chooses to take the chance. you never know.

"yes, but it will be recorded," the chief replies, lighting up a cigarette. seungcheol was quite bothered at how cheap the chief's cigarette is. "i will have him ready in two minutes. meanwhile, let's have a chat. why?"

seungcheol raises an eyebrow. such a straightforward guy. "why do i wish to have a word with him? ah, it's just that there's this mafia we have to take down. they're good escape artists, so seventeen would like some intel and tips."

the chief laughs preposterously. seungcheol wonders where the joke was in his reason. though partly true, it was not much of a ridiculous lie to laugh about it like this.

"mr. choi seungcheol, you do realize that that prisoner can kill you in seconds, right? he's just as dangerous as jia-er." seungcheol nods at the chief, though he doesn't agree. "he could compare to one of your members with telekenesis, too."

nah. jihoon is stronger.

"chief, my ability is phasing through the objects i desire to not come in contact with. i don't want to recieve the things he will throw at me, so i won't be harmed if i don't want to." seungcheol simply replied, taking the case of his cigars from cuba. he lights one cigar and places it between his mouth. "am i right, chief?"

seungcheol stares at the chief, with a mischievous smirk. the tobacco he was smoking felt a little intoxicating since he doesn't smoke at all(he brought expensive cigars to intimidate the chief) but seungcheol did his best not to start a coughing fit.

"i guess so." the chief nods, standing up. he walks out of his office, raising two fingers and bending them. seungcheol took this as a sign to follow the chief. "be careful, mr. choi. we don't want to happen the pledis stakeout accident again."

"if it happens again," seungcheol says, taking his first step down the white stairs. "yoon jeonghan's still in seventeen."

seungcheol heard the chief sigh. probably tired of losing to seungcheol in arguements that the chief himself started. the thought of it makes seungcheol laugh rather than sigh, though.

seungcheol walks inside a room with the chief, strictly made of wood. there are no doorknobs; only sliding doors that locks with a single flick of the hand. automated, probably.

inside the room that seungcheol and the chief were in had two doors. first, to enter and exit out of the said room. the second, seungcheol doesn't know. it has a sign beside it though, it says: 'no metals beyond this point.'

"i'll be leaving you two. remember, the conversation is recorded, and there's a security camera. if anything ever happens, press the button under the table." the chief gives seungcheol a pat on the back, before leaving through the first door. seungcheol enters the second door right after the chief left.

oh, there he is.

in all his glory, the black-haired man sat on the left side of a white, square, wooden table. for the record, the chains on his ankles and wrists looked good on him. there was a choker on him, blinking red. probably so they can eletrocute him when something goes wrong.

"hello, hyung." the man says as seungcheol sat on the opposite side of the table. "how's your supernatural division going?"

"okay, wait," seungcheol fishes his phone out and presses a button, before looking up at the man again and smiling. "they can't hear us now. i placed a bug in their security system. later, when the deal is off, i'm going to turn the cameras off too."

"wow, you're doing...bad!" the man says, eyes widening. he probably hasn't seen seungcheol do bad things in a while. "but why?"

"i'm going to help you break out. with jisung and hyunjin," seungcheol looks around the room, fishing out another thing from his pockets—sands of time. "the owner of this was lenient enough to give this to me for a limited amount of time. come on, under the table."

the man furrows his brows, looking at the glass orb that seungcheol held after bending a little to look at it. "what's that, hyung?"

"it allows us to exchange abilities, give abilities, and share. i can give you some of my dna to help you break out of those chains, then we get jisung and hyunjin." seungcheol smirks mischievously, shooting a knowing look at the other man in the room. "but i will help you break out of this prison in one condition."

"what?" the man cocks his head to the side.

"you help me take down neko mafia, i assure your freedom." seungcheol squints and puckers his lips, as if he was examining the younger. "let's change your name. how about bang chan?"

the man stays still, thinking about the new name that seungcheol gave him. when it sits good with him, he smiles. "great. shall we start the circus show?"

seungcheol chuckles. "we shall."