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"Jin hyung, you know her?!" Jimin exclaimed as he pointed at me, glancing at his so-called hyung.

"She's the new recruit, aren't you captured in the mental hospital?" Jin asked as he looked at the guy infront of me, wearing a black button-up and his pink hair was shimmering in the dark.

"I escaped," he said as he looked at him.

"Oh thank God you escaped, I thought you were never getting out of there," Jin rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, do you know her?" Jin asks once again.

"We met in the mental hospital," Jimin said as he pointed at me.

"Oh, if that's the case," the man in the red jacket said before making his way over to me, turning his body so I could see him from the front.

Now that I can see him clearly, he had black brunette hair and he had plump and pink lips. He had warm brown eyes and he stared at me before his lips tugged up into a small smile.

"I'm Kim Seokjin, and I'm a magician," he smiled at me and I smiled back at him before bowing towards him.

"Yeah yeah," Jimin rolled his eyes before nudging the older one.

"This is Park Jimin, I'm sorry if he gives you bad vibes, he's just a cranky guy," Seokjin says as he wraps his one arm around Jimin.

"What's so noisy?"

Our eyes widened as we jolted our heads towards where the voice came from.

Our eyes landed on a figure and I looked at it as it walked towards us, a head rubbing the back of their neck.

"Jimin's back," Seokjin smiled as he looked at the figure.

"Hm, already knew he'd escape," the figure replied as it stopped infront of us.

"That's Namjoon, he's the cardmaster. He has lots of card tricks, you should learn from him!" Seokjin beamed as he gestured towards the taller man and I stared at him.

He stared back at me before giving me a small tsk.

The man had blue hair, he had cute dimples and tan skin, and he wore a tuxedo and a black tie along with it.

"And who are you? You seem new," Namjoon said as he looked at me, scanning my head from head to toe.

"I'm Yeonhae. And yes, I am new here," I said as I bowed towards Namjoon. And he smiled before bowing back.

"Hm, new recruit... huh... Welcome to the team... I guess?" Namjoon cocked a brow before walking towards Jimin who was looking around.

"Yah, you're supposed to be at the mental hospital! At this point, you're being tracked down by now," Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"I don't care, I probably dropped the money for them already so who cares if they still want me?" Jimin responded before taking something from the table.

"We have 3 minutes! Get ready, Joon!" Seokjin said as he pushes the latter away, taking his red jacket off before taking another red jacket with designed jewels and gems all over the edges and putting them over his black button-up.

"Hey, recruit," Seokjin starts as he turns to me, taking his black tophat.

"That performance was good. You can rest but starting tomorrow you're gonna have to start packing and moving in with us because there will be lots of shows we'll be practicing," Seokjin explained before tucking his shirt in, glancing at Jimin.

"And you, Jimin. Don't go disappearing and telling us through the phone you've been caught by the mental hospital again. Go and rest downstairs," Seokjin said as he patted the pink-haired man, and he scoffed as he looked at the other.

"Yeah, I'm going to rest, you go take over this week's show, 'kay?" Jimin replied before passing by me as if I have already disappeared.

"Okay, Namjoon should be getting ready too," Seokjin mumbled before peeking through the curtains.

"Hey... newbie," Namjoon said as he looked at me. And he wore a sparkling black jacket and a deck of cards on his hand.

"You better be good, I haven't seen your show yet. But it seems Seokjin and Jimin seem unbothered with you, you can go now," he said with a stoic expression, and I can only nod as I take my bag and make my way to the back door.

As I made my way to the exit, I walked towards the woman who was selling tickets, and she glanced at me as she chewed her gum.

"Oh, you're back, it's new seeing a fresh face here," she mumbled as she scrolled through her phone.

I cocked a brow before staring at her, and she looks back at me.

"Fresh face? Don't other applicants get entered in here?" I asked and she sighs.

"Actually, you're the only new one who was placed into the carnival section. In fact, only a few people run the carnival, mostly guys," the woman replied and I nodded before gripping my bag.

"Thanks for telling me, I... better be on my way," I replied before walking ahead, looking for a bus to take me home.

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"Hey newbie, you've finally arrived," Seokjin said as he stood infront of the empty ring where the performance took place.

"Yeah, good morning," I bowed towards Seokjin. He was wearing a white-button up with black dress pants. He looked at me before staring at Namjoon.

"Did you pack now? We've alread sorted your room in the workers' section. You should be moving in by the end of the week," Namjoon said as he carried a pile of thick rope on his arms, and not to mention, he was shirtless.

"I'll start moving in, I need to pack more of my stuff first," I bowed again, and Seokjin huffed as he fondled with his hair.

"Alright, go change into some comfortable clothes. It's good Chan got us a good female performer, we had to go without for years," Seokjjn said and I nodded before passing by him.

As I was going backstage to place my bag down, my eyes trailed on another figure coming my way, wearing a white shirt and some jeans.

Seokjin takes out a cigarette, lighting it up before placing it on his plump lips while looking at the man, furrowing his brows.

"Where are you, going?" Seokjin asked as he huffed a cloud of smoke.

"Doing stuff, be right back," the pink-haired man replied as he pushed his hair back, running to the exit.

"That guy... I can't do anything with him," he sighed deeply and I continued to make my way to the backstage.

As I placed my bag down, I began to take my clothes to change into something comfortable. I looked around, making sure no one was around before starting to take my top off.

As I grabbed the hem of my shirt, I began to lift it off.




















































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"Excuse me, but who are you?"

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Anyways, I'll try to update Galloping Legacy or Outcast! Which one should  update first?

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