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welllpthisishappening · 6 years ago

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For the Hits

Ok, ok, so last week, the Rangers posted this video where everyone (read: Chris Kreider) mercilessly mocked Pavel Buchnevich for collecting magnets. It’s hysterical. Watch it. This, of course, led me to start thinking and then @optomisticgirl was like...what if this were a Blue Line thing and I was, like, that’s what I was thinking. So, something about great minds or whatever. Anyway, here’s 3.4K of the Rangers first line making fun of Will Scarlet for collecting keychains. Especially Killian, because like:

Also, this gets like...real fluffy, so fair warning. Timeline wise this is the season after Killian was "supposed" to retire, so Robin is already working for MSG Networks and Chris very much hasn't been born yet.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on, go back one more time.”

Emma rolled her eyes, but did as instructed – implored, really, the laughter clinging to Phillip’s voice and she was fairly positive there were unshed tears in his eyes. Her gaze flitted towards Killian, his own smile tugging at the corners of the mouth.

“There’s no harm in watching it one more time, love,” he muttered. “Just to make sure it’s as funny as we all think it is.”

Will groaned, slumping dramatically onto the bar and Phillip’s tears, finally, landed on his face. “It’s definitely that funny,” Phillip said, nodding emphatically while he tried to tug Emma’s phone out of her hand.

“Oh my God,” she mumbled. “How old are you?”

“I really want to watch it again.”

Will groaned again. He must have been going for a record. And, honestly, Emma felt bad, but it was absurd and definitely as funny as advertised and she and Ruby watched the video at least a dozen times in her office earlier that afternoon.

“How old is Peg?” Will quipped. “Subtract seventy-thousand years and that’s how old Rook is. At least.”

“Seventy-thousand,” Emma echoed. “That’s the number you want to stick with, huh?”

“You going to be mean about this too?”

“Am I being mean?”

“A little.”

Emma shrugged, lips twitching as she tried not to laugh. It wasn’t easy. The video was ridiculous. She hadn’t checked the metrics. but she assumed the click numbers were through some kind of metaphorical roof.

Maybe a physical roof.

“Although, not as mean as your husband.”

“Ah, that’s not true at all,” Killian objected.

Will shook his head. “Rude, Cap. Straight up. Just…a giant ass.”

“A giant ass.”

“You’re really not thinking about what words you’re using before you use ‘em, huh?” Phillip asked, holding up both hands in mock surrender when Will glared at him. “Aw, c’mon, if you didn’t want to be mercilessly mocked, you shouldn’t have told Lucas.”

Killian hummed in agreement, leaning back to grab the plate of food Eric dropped on the few inches of counter Will wasn’t draped over. “A texted me the video,” Eric said. “Cap was definitely being a jerk.”

“It caught me off guard,” Killian reasoned. HIs arm moved around Emma’s waist, seemingly out of instinct, hooking his chin over her shoulder while he tried to nudge the toe of his shoe into Will’s ankle.

it didn’t really work.

“I mean, who does that?” he continued. “Honestly? It’s kind of weird, right?”

Eric clicked his tongue. “It’s a little weird. A agreed with that too. Although she also said Rook brought up a reasonable question.”

“That is fundamentally untrue, Rook has never brought up a reasonable question in his life,” Will cried, not bothering to lift his head off his forearms. “Give me something to drink. Do your job.”

“Ok, ok,” Phillip said. “Play the video again, Em.”

Her eyes were going to get stuck mid-roll, but Emma tapped her thumb on the phone screen, dropping it a few inches away from Will’s right elbow.

“Which one of your teammates collects keychains?”

She hadn’t actually needed to see the video to know it was Killian’s immediate laugh that afternoon. There was probably something inherently romantic about that. It was less romantic, presumably, when it also involved making fun of Will Scarlet’s penchant for collecting keychains.

“See,” Will moaned. “Cap’s being a jerk from the get.”

“Wait, wait, keychains? Did you say keychains? What kind of keychains? Are you sure you actually heard that right?”

There was a pan to Phillip after Killian’s initial reaction, a look Emma had all but memorized at that point. She and Ruby had watched the video so many times. They’d called Mary Margaret to watch it together.

Mary Margaret had laughed.

A lot.

“Keychains?” Phillip balked. “I don’t…keychains? What’s the reason behind that?”

“Jerks,” Will shouted again. He nearly knocked his drink over when he blindly reached out, trying to wrap his fingers around a glass he couldn’t see because he refused to lift his head up.

“Oh my God,” Emma muttered, sliding the glass closer to his fingertips.

“Is this actually alcohol?”

“Middle of the season.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Drink your water, Scarlet,” Killian said.

His answering salute was only a little absurd. “Yes, Dad.”

“Ok, ok, so keychains, right?” Killian asked again, and this was the part of the video where he started talking to people off-camera. “Where is he getting them from? Between games?”

“It’s got to be between games, right?” Phillip pressed. “Oh, oh, maybe before skate? Is Scarlet sneaking out before skate on game day?”

“Are you?” Emma asked, and Will flipped his head to the side. So he could stick his tongue out at her. “Ok, look who’s being a child now.”

“And that’s actually not an answer,” Killian pointed out. She didn’t have to turn around to know he was smiling then either. There was probably some stupid eyebrow thing involved too.

He kissed her cheek.

“You guys are both bullies,” Will sighed. “Honestly, see if I set Cap up on the power play again this season and then what’ll you do?”

“Score several other ways?”

“Yeah, but it won’t be as impressive and your kids are really into the power play stuff. So, you know…”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a real big threat.”

Will added sound to the expression he was making, a groan and a gag and it probably hurt his throat. It kind of timed up with the laughter still coming from Emma’s phone.

“So, no one can tell me how this actually started?” Killian asked, talking to more people off-camera and he was half out of his chair. “Where is he keeping all of them? Does he have some kind of keychain stash somewhere?”

“I’m not sneaking out of morning skate,” Will said. “You’ve seen me at morning skate. Every day. For years.”

Phillip was shaking his head before Will even finished. “Not every day. You blew off that one a couple years ago.”

“Why do you remember that?”

“You’re very noisy when you’re sneaking out of hotel rooms.”

Killian’s whole body shook when he laughed lightly, another quick kiss pressed to whatever bit of Emma he seemed able to find. That one landed on the side of her neck. “He’s got logs of every time you did something wrong for moments just like this.”

“Ok, well, that makes me sound like a creep, Cap,” Phillip hissed. “And, you know, it’s not every time. Just…certain times.”

Will blinked. “How many times do you think I’ve done something wrong on the road?”

“You want, like, an itemized list or…”

Will flipped him off.

“What exactly was this time though?” Emma asked, curiosity getting the better of her and Ruby would be disappointed she missed this.

“Once, when we were in Carolina—“ Phillip cut himself off, squeezing one eye closed and Emma had to bite the inside of her lip when Killian muttered wait to see when the steam starts pouring out of his ears against her hair. “Yeah, yeah, I heard that Cap. I’m trying to ensure accuracy in my story.”

“First time for everything,” Will growled.

They were, apparently, just going to flip each other off now.

“Ok, ok, it must have been two years ago? It was after Cap got hurt, but not that actual season.”

“God, Rook, let’s talk about some more touchy subjects, huh? Em was already freaked out enough about that one hit Cap took the other day.”

Emma felt the flush rise in her cheek – but she wasn’t sure if it was because Will was frustratingly correct or Killian was kissing just behind her ear now and it might have been some weird, strange combination of both.

“It’s fine, Swan,” Killian said softly, and they’d moved into important territory rather quickly. She didn’t get worried anymore.

That was a great, big lie.

She wanted to focus on Will’s weird keychain collection.

“When did Scarlet sneak out the hotel room?” Emma asked, voice going sharp and Will’s gaze turned knowing far too quickly to be entirely comfortable.

“If it’s actually two seasons ago, then it’s that one time when Matt—“

“—Oh, shit, I know when it is,” Killian muttered. So did Emma. Phillip muttered a string of curses under his breath.

“Yeah, got you now, don’t I? You all feel like jerks?”

It was the season after Killian got hurt – a string of road games and Matt had been five, determined on the ice and even more determined off it, practicing moves in the hallway of their apartment when his feet got tangled up and his stick, somehow, got between his legs and he’d fallen through the wall.

Straight through. Head first. On a Saturday morning, waking up well before Emma had even considered getting out of bed.

Killian had been furious about the shoddy craftsmanship of their drywall.

David drove them to the hospital in a cop car. She had to tell him not to use the lights. He’d wanted to. So had Killian. And Will. And Robin.

Who had all appeared on the FaceTime call, each of them sporting matching looks of worry and terror and concern over concussions at such a young age.

“Well, now I look like a dick,” Phillip shrugged, reaching behind the bar to grab a glass and Eric didn’t try to stop him.

He knew better than that.

“You do,” Will agreed. “Ok, Em, tell me something, on a scale of one to forty-seven thousand, how mean and enthusiastic were you and Lucas about the hits this video was going to drive?”

“I’m not trying to be mean, Scarlet,” Emma promised, but that only earned her another dramatic sigh and even more slumped shoulders and she heard the laughter coming into the restaurant before she even heard the door swing open. “Incoming,” she warned. “And he’s going to have to talk about it on TV.”

Will cursed.

“Hey,” Killian snapped. He didn’t get out any further reprimand though, far too preoccupied with the kids slamming into his leg and the shouts pressed into his side and Robin appeared to be cackling.

Will cursed again.

“Cap’s going to ground you,” Phillip laughed. “What were your thoughts, Locksley?”

Robin’s laugh only got louder, flanked by Roland and the sounds of the video playing from the phone in his hand. “I genuinely have too many thoughts about it,” Robin grinned. “They had to cut me off in the studio. I could wax poetic about this for years. Eons.”

“Eons are the same as years,” Will said.

Killian shook his head. “Eons is way more impressive. Eons, though, honestly?”

“Oh, yeah,” Robin nodded. “At least. Maybe a few eternities too. You think eternities are longer than eons?”

“Beats me. Ask your kid in college.”

“He’s got to ask Henry because he didn’t graduate college,” Will pointed out. “And, honestly, poetic, Locksley? That’s an exaggeration, don’t you think? You even know how poems work?”

Robin tilted his head. “It’s a figure of speech.”

“You know how a haiku works?”

“Figure of speech.”

“What about a sonnet? You know a lot of Shakespearean sonnets?”

“Eric, can I get some food?” Robin asked, pointedly ignoring Will and whatever hand gesture he was making. Killian kicked at his ankle again. “There are very hungry kids out here who may have the video memorized at this point.”

Matt was jumping up and down, tugging on whatever shirt he could get his fingers around. He didn’t appear all that partial to Killian’s either, moving on to Phillip and back to Robin and it only took a few seconds for Roland to wrap his free arm around the front of Matt’s shoulders.

Peggy was already trying to climb between Killian and Will.

Emma started the video again.

“Relax,” Roland said lightly, tightening his hold on Matt. “Hey, Uncle Will, how come none of us knew about this keychain thing?”

Will grumbled something that sounded a lot like oh my God as Robin dropped onto the nearest stool. There were more footsteps, heels and sneakers and laughter in equal measure, Ruby moving into the restaurant with a whirlwind of announcements and— “The numbers are ridiculous, people may make shirts. There are memes.”

“There are memes?” Robin repeated, voice rising on every letter. “Oh, I’ll have to tell Henry.”

Will nearly knocked the stool over when he jumped up, downing the rest of what was very clearly water in several gulps. “Do not tell Henry about this.”

“Does Belle know that you hoard keychains?”

“There is no hoarding!”

“No?” Killian asked. “Where are they, then? Where are you hiding the keychains, Scarlet?”

“This is not as dark as you’re making it, Cap.”

“Who’s making it dark?”

“You,” Will yelled, thrusting his whole hand forward and he had to twist to make sure he didn’t inadvertently stab Emma in the ribs. “Obviously.”

“That might actually be Rook, honestly. He brought up the concussions and rap sheet.”

“Ok, it’s not a rap sheet,” Phillip argued, but Emma knew Killian was still smiling and Will clicked his tongue in frustration.

“How long have you been doing this, though?” Roland asked, and it was probably wrong to be proud of a teenager for asking the pertinent questions. Ruby looked like she was close to bursting though, smile wide and something about proper media training very likely sitting on the tip of her tongue.

“The smartest kid in the room,” she announced. He wiped off the her kiss as soon as she moved away from his hair. “Although not totally relevant to the video. It’s about the content and how much of a jerk Cap and Rook—“

“—No one was being a jerk,” Killian yelled, only to be met with several variations of ehhh and Will shaking his head so quickly Emma was almost worried it was going to fly off his neck.

“You were kind of being a jerk, but, you know, a funny jerk. There may be signs at the next game.”

“Honestly?”

Ruby nodded solemnly. “Ridiculous hits.”

Will exhaled, as much drama as he could seemingly put into the sound, reaching his arms out with every single one of his fingers wiggling and Emma, somehow, got a mouthful of Peggy’s hair as she moved from one set of shoulders to another. “You get me right, Pegs? You’re not going to be a jerk about the keychain thing?”

“Maybe we don’t call the three-year-old a jerk, huh?” Killian muttered.

Peggy squirmed against Will, more hair shifting in a variety of faces and a well-placed foot landing in a few internal organs. “Almost four, Daddy,” she yelled. Directly into Will’s ear.

He grimaced, but there was a bit of a smile and Emma must have put the video on loop at some point without realizing it, glancing down when she heard the last few moments for, quite possibly, the millionth time. And part of her wanted to ask more questions, but part of her couldn’t get over keychain collections and she was absolutely, one-million percent positive they were missing a very good story.

If only because Will said so at the end of the video.

“Trust me,” he grinned at the camera, a quick quirk of eyebrows and a twist of his lips. “It’s a pretty good reason.”

It took a few years to figure it out.

They were moving out of the apartment, a career over, for real this time, with boxes packed and far more jerseys than Emma realized they owned folded in even more boxes and she thought she was imaging it at first.

“Killian!”

He didn’t quite run, although it was close and if she weren’t so exhausted from trying to move downtown with three kids, one of whom was a very noisy and impatient infant, she probably would have made fun of him for that. As it was, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor of Peggy’s room with a shoebox in her hands that was close to overflowing.

“Swan, what—oh, damn, we totally look like jerks now, don’t we?”

Emma let out a watery laugh, fingers reaching out like she was touching precious jewels or gold or anything except the keychains they were. She pulled a handful out – all of them from NHL cities and not NHL cities and there might have been one in the shape of a flamingo.

There weren’t any repeats.

“How many are there?” Killian asked, voice dropping when he sank next to Emma.

“There’s got to be a hundred here. At least.”

“God, what an idiot.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely the sentiment we should be going with. You think he was doing this the whole time? Giving them to Pegs?”

Killian made a noise in the back of his throat, a mix of confusion and something that might have been overwhelming emotion and a whole team that wasn’t really that. Even after it was all over.

It might not ever really be over.

That sounded kind of menacing, though.

“Pegs,” Killian called, not taking his eyes away from the box. “Margaret!”

Emma scoffed. “Now you’ve done it.”

It took six seconds, flat, for the feet to skid to a stop behind them, not quite out of breath, but a little worried because real names were only used for real things and—“Oh,” Peggy whispered. “It’s the treasure.”

Killian’s eyes flitted towards Emma, but she could only shrug in response, lips curling up into a smile. “What do you mean, babe?” she asked.

Peggy scrunched her nose, bobbing on the balls of her feet. “Me and Uncle Will do it.”

“Yeah? How long?”

“Seasons.”

“Seasons,” Killian echoed. “More than one?”

“Yeah.”

“How many seasons?” Peggy shrugged, making a face that wasn’t much more than a twist of her mouth and incredibly wide eyes. “Margaret,” Killian continued, and her whole body sagged when she sighed. “Has it been a long time?”

It took, exactly, sixteen seconds for that response.

“Yeah,” she wavered. “Since…I don’t know, maybe when MD got hurt? Uncle Will and Aunt Belle used to keep them in their apartment then, though.”

Emma blinked. Again. And again. “With the wall thing?” Peggy nodded, and Killian’s laugh wasn’t so much relief as it was disbelief and complete belief. “Man, Cap,” Emma mumbled. “We really do look like jerks, don’t we?”

He hummed, a quick brush of his lips to her temple as he crooked his finger towards Peggy. “C’mere, little love, you’re not in trouble.”

Peggy didn’t look convinced, rocking back and forth on her feet until Killian pushed up, hauling her up his side and ignoring Emma’s objections. “It’s fine, love. Pegs,” he added, switching back to names when the endearments started getting to similar. “Did Uncle Will start buying you keychains because everyone was worried about Matt?”

Twenty-six seconds for that one.

“Yeah,” Peggy mumbled, burying her head in the crook of Killian’s neck. “And I got him ones.”

Emma didn’t expect that. She didn’t expect to find a trove of keychains under her daughter’s bed, but she definitely didn’t expect that too.

“Wait, what?” Killian asked sharply, a quick apology when he realized the way it sounded. “Where are you—you’re seven. How are you buying keychains?”

“Aunt Anna helps. And Red.”

“Do they?” Peggy nodded, wrapping her arms tighter around Killian. “Huh.”

“Articulate, Jones,” Emma grinned. She reached up to brush Peggy’s hair away from her face, getting a slightly teary-eyed look in response and Emma had to press up on her toes to kiss her daughter’s cheek. “So you and Uncle Will both have a treasure, huh? Is your bigger?”

“Way.”

“Of course it is.”

“Well, Swan,” Killian started, hitching Peggy further up. He groaned when the ends of her hair flew into his left eye. “We should display the treasure, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely.”

And Emma wasn’t really pleased when she heard Will’s breath catch, not even a week later, as soon as he jogged up the stairs and skidded to a stop in Peggy’s open door, mouth dropping when he saw it, mostly because she was kind of thrilled and the keychains, every single one that had been in more than one box, were hanging from hooks on the wall.

“Oh,” Will breathed, a quiet chuckle. “Well, that’s stupid.”

Emma nodded – only making the phone in her hand shake slightly. “Yeah, it is. You want to watch the video on loop? You do this stupid thing with your face at one point when you realize what’s going on.”

He eyed her, years of this and banter and it was kind of comforting to know that a one-man Emma Swan protection squad extended to her kids. Without question. “Yeah,” he said. “Make sure you show Rook though, ok?”

“Deal.”

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #cs fic #blue line one shots #I LOVE WILL SCARLET MORE THAN ANYONE

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clevernewdimension · 7 years ago

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Polaris Part Three

Parts: Preview, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four (Coming soon!)

Genre: Action, drama, romance, sci-fi, etc.

Paring: Jongin x Character

Word count: 7.0K

A/N: Warning for sexual assault and mentions of sex with minors. I know. Just so y’all know, Tribil SUCKS. I obviously do not condone this. Just warning about character past stuff.

I groaned, opening my eyes and move, trying to sit up. I look over, seeing Kyungsoo, who was currently in pants and a sweater sitting as he played a game on his Reader. He glances up, quickly closing the game and moving over. “How are you,” He asks, looking at me with cautious eyes.

“Peachy,” I say, starting to lean up. I hiss in pain, as he stands, helping me. “Thank you. For you know, saving my life and all that.”

“You’re welcome for saving your life and all that,” He says with a smile. “You’re in your room. I just traded with Jongin for a little bit to watch you and make sure you don’t accidentally rip your stitches open.”

“I can picture his pout now,” I say, wincing, holding my side.

Kyungsoo shakes his head, “Actually, he agreed immediately. You probably wouldn’t be alive if he didn’t put his hand over your wound, though I’m not going to tell him that.”

I frown, “Thank you. He’d hold it over me forever.”

“He… Lyra, Jongin hates losing people. He hates people dying, especially if he thinks there’s even a microscopic change he could have done something about it,” Kyungsoo says, pointing at my shirt, “I need to change the dressing of your wound. Lift your shirt.”

“Yes Sir,” I say, pulling it up. I didn’t know how to react to what he just told me about Jongin. For the most part he just gives off this air of confidence and pigheadedness. A lot of people tell me he isn’t like that, and, I suppose, there could be another side to the man who makes my life difficult.

“You don’t have to call me Sir,” He says, “I hate it. Well, except Baekhyun and Chanyeol. They keep picking on me, so I try to intimidate them.”

I smile, watching as he quickly and with care removes the bandage and replaces it easily. I smile at him, as he moves out the room to throw away the used bangade. Sehun slips in the door after he leaves, as he moves, sitting on my bed next to me. His beautiful face marred with red eyes and a look of sadness. “Thank you,” He says, taking my hand in his. Sehun is a very touchy person, though not with everyone. He and I are friends, but he’s never been the type to hug me or touch me like he does with his other friends.

I just smile, “Well, we can’t deny the Milky Way a chance to see your beautiful face, now can we, pretty boy?”

He just smiles, looking up. “Seriously, Lyra, I would have been dead if it wasn’t for you. I don’t know how to ever repay you.”

I smile at him, patting his shoulder. The Etherion was older than me, but somehow more… I don’t know… scared. Sehun’s greatest fear is letting those around him down. Knowing him he probably thought he let us all down by getting hit while he was flying. Stupid. I smile, it was growing more into a smirk as I just give him a smug look. “How about you finally admit you have a crush on the Phoenix Captain and we call it even, hm,” I say with a small smile.

His eyes go wide, his face flushing as he just pouts. “Shut up, Lang. That’s an order.”

“Nah,” I say with a grin. It’s been so obvious for ages. Sehun would help him with whatever he needed. Need someone to spar against? Sehun would come back bruised and grinning from ear to ear. Yixing needs someone to run an errand? Sehun would do it even if someone of his rank shouldn’t. He did whatever he could to try and help the special forces member. It was cute. I just smile at his blush as Kyungsoo opens the door, only to have Minseok following him.

Minseok smiles, moving and sitting down on Jongin’s bed. I do a little salute, “Major General, sir.”

“Stop with that,” He says, scolding me. “Lyra, thank you. For saving Sehun. I can’t… He’s like a brother to me, that kid.”

“I mean I wasn’t going to let him die,” I say, earning a laugh from Kyungsoo. The doctor lifts my shirt with ease as I lie down, wincing a bit. He peels the leftover tape off as Minseok looks over.

He hisses, “Ouch.”

Kyungsoo just nods, “The stitches look great. Let me rebandage you and you’ll be ready for dinner.”

“Cool,” I say. It was quick, and with their help, I was able to stand. The pain in my side was sharp, but I pushed through it with a hiss and multiple curses.

As Kyungsoo left the room, he looks to the side, “Jongin still asleep?”

“Sehun went to wake him,” Junmyeon says, from his position in the pilot’s seat.

I move, sitting down in the easiest seat and the end of the bench, groaning in pain as I rest against the table. I sighed, looking up to see Kyungsoo set a glass of water and some pills down for me. I smile, seeing Sehun and Jongin come from the hallway. Jongin looks up, his eyes looking over me with worry. I look at him, taking in how he looks. In sweatpants and a tanktop, hair an unruly mess. He, even if he just woke up, looked exhausted. The type of tired that settles in your bones for a while until you can finally relax a little. I look at his arm, seeing the bandage. I vaguely remember digging my nails into him. The look of absolute brokenness as he watched, glancing down at me as he did what he could to help.

“Sorry,” I say, pointing to his arm. Sure, I didn’t like the man, but having him there really helped. Being able to just hold something in the moment was better than having nothing at all to distract myself from the pain. Even if the distraction was small.

He looks confused, looking down at his arm, “Oh… No, it’s ok. If it helped that’s all that matter.”

Yixing hops over the bench, sliding into the seat next to me, placing a tablet down. “I examined Sehun’s fighter for you. Looks like the thruster on the right is almost completely done for. Probably not worth trying to repair.”

I look it over, pushing a button on the screen that makes a 3D hologram above the tablet. I spin it, looking it over. I sigh, “I’m going to have to make a whole new thruster. Fuck.”

Sehun slides into the booth, pulling Jongin down with him, who lazily followed. “Sorry,” Sehun says, grimincing.

“It’s fine,” I say, “If you want I can take one off the spare so you can use your Fighter.”

“Not like that you can’t,” Kyungsoo says, looking over his shoulder as he put oven mitts on his hands. “It’ll be three days for you to heal completely because of the Evo-DNA.”

“In three days I’ll do it then,” I say, rolling my eyes, quickly picking up the water and pill. It had an awful after taste. “If you’d like, I’m sure Chanyeol could easily move the thruster to Sehun’s Fighter. Super easy to do. Well all had to learn that.”

Chanyeol nods, giving a thumbs up. His grin is huge, “Sure can! They’re the same as bombers, but, you know, a bit smaller.”

Sehun smiles, nodding. “That would be great!”

Kyungsoo sets a bowl in front of me, a soup with some bread to the side. “Eat. You need your strength.”

Junmyeon stands, “Going on Autopilot.” He stretches, looking at us. He moves, pushing Jongin to the table as I grab my spoon. “Eat, and then get back to sleep,” He says, voice stern, but somehow still very tender.

Jongin just nods, not even arguing. Sehun told me that Jongin loves to sleep. Even if he got nightmares, he loved to sleep. I start to eat my soup, watching as each of his three brothers look over him, making sure he was ok. Jongin pouted, whining, “Just because I’m the youngest doesn’t mean to all have to baby me!”

“That’s exactly what that means,” Jongdae says, looking over with worry. “Kid, you almost get killed every time to go out and fly.”

Minseok nods, making taken a seat and eating soup from a mug. It was more like he was drinking it, which was odd. “We can’t do anything when you’re out there. We can’t help you then. So you’re going to let us take care of you when we can.”

I finish my soup as I look, seeing Jongin roll his eyes.

Kyungsoo smiles, having eaten quickly already. Yixing was the fastest eater, practically devouring his bowl in less than a minute. Something about being trained to do that, to eat quickly so he could get back to work. He was sitting next to Baekhyun, playing against him in a game of chess. The reader lying flat made a hologram of a chess board and pieces. It looked solid, hiding the reader, but it had to move on voice commands.

Baekhyun was practically ripping his hair out. He was examining the board with a frustrated gaze as Yixing was leaning against his hand, looking more bored than if he weren’t playing. Chanyeol and Junmyeon both moving the thruster from the other fighter over. From what I hear, it’s going well. Jongin was drawing something on his tablet, Kyungsoo looking over once in a while as he was cleaning his laser pistol.

“Ummm… Oh! Knight to E5,” He says, grinning. The piece moves, flickering as the knight piece turns, using its hind legs to kick Yixing’s queen in the face. Baekhyun smiles, looking at Yixing with a look of huge satisfaction. “Good luck! Today I win!”

Yixing, looking unbothered, as he just muttered, “Rook to F7. Checkmate.”

Baekhyun’s mouth falls as he looks, watching as the castle piece goes to his king, ramming it into pieces. “I… what the fuck?”

“Your king was hidden by your knight. I’ve had that rook there waiting to take it when you finally moved it for five moves,” Yixing says, the smallest of smiles on his face.

Baekhyun just let out a loud yell of a curse. Kyungsoo glared at him, rolling his eyes. I laugh, watching as Yixing just pats Baekhyun’s shoulder.

“Oh,” Kyungsoo says, “You can go back to your room, Jongin. Lyra should be fine unless she decides to do yoga or something.”

Jongin nods, “Alright,” He says, before getting back to his drawing.

I sign, getting up, “I think I’m going to go to sleep, actually. I’m oddly exhausted.”

“Being in pain is very tiring,” Kyungsoo says. “The more rest you get the quicker you’ll feel.”

I look at everyone, “Make sure they don’t completely fuck up the thruster, yeah?”

Jongin gives me a thumbs up, “Trust me, Sehun won’t let that happen.”

I smile, moving and slowly shuffling back to my bed. Sitting down was hard, but the softness of the mattress was wonderful. It was like being on a cloud. I close my eyes, trying to calm down and rest. My memories won’t leave me be, seeing the Kryton again. I haven’t seen one that close ever. The closest they’ve gotten to me was over 10 feet. The worst part was the smell. I thought it was awful before, but, as it turns out, it was worse up close.

I hear the door open as I close my eyes, attempting to pretend to be sleeping. I open my eyes a little bit, to peek out. Jongin sits on his bed, setting his bag on the ground. He sighs, looking back at the picture he put on the wall. The frown grows for a moment, before he sets his reader on the bedside desk. From his bag he takes a pen like thing, clicking it on. He takes something else, a glove, pulling it on. It was the same color as the pen, a black, with chip like things on the fingertips.

He presses it to the wall, moving it and leaving a strand of light in its way. It looked like neon, as he uses the glove touching it. From a menu, he turns the brightness down as changes the color. I was mesmerized, watching him as his pen glides. He changes the colors, carefully placing every line. Soon, it was a face, as he starts to carve out the details. Making the nose the perfect shape, using a very light white for the hair. He spent a long time perfecting it. When he finally moves away for a second, I see the face, clear as day.

She had white hair, bright purple eyes. Her lips were in a smile, looking happy and full of joy. Her lips… they looked like Jongin’s. It clicked. The woman he drew was his mother. They looked so alike. She looked beautiful, as he used the glove to make it smaller, pinching it between two fingers and moving it along the wall, some place where he could see it.

They had the same eyes. The same lips. All of the Kim’s had the same eyes, but apparently the youngest was graced with more of their mother’s features. One thing I couldn’t help but to notice is how… carefree she looked. People as happy as her are usually not involved with the Syndicate at all.

Jongin lets out a loud yawn, before pulling his tank top over his head and tossing it over into his dirty clothes basket. He was under the covers quickly, turning the light off from the bed as he turns, having the wall.

It’s weird, seeing someone who’s such an obnoxious ass be… well, not like an obnoxious ass. He’s backed off, not asking me or taunting me for my mistake. It was confusing. I can’t help but wonder more about him. There’s more to him then just what’s on the surface. Wondering more about him and the woman he drew, my eyes fluttered closed.

The next two weeks went by in a blur after I was allowed to work again. The thruster was built in record time as I threw myself back into work. Then came fixing a few minor dings and such in the metal outer shell. Sehun took the job of painting it himself, as most Fighter pilots do. The weirdest thing was Jongin not really speaking with me. When he does, it’s one or two words. Granted this is what I wanted for ages, but for it to happen, it feels like something is wrong.

We are expected to get to Ysimir in a few moments, Baekhyun already telling them over comms of out impending arrival. The president, an Etherion by the name of Histor Yssa, told us that he welcomes us and will provide rooms for our stay. He also mentioned General Kim, and how delighted he was to help not only the Syndicate, but the sons of his friend. I could see each of the brothers tense at that, which I found odd but decided not to comment.

“Have you ever been to Ysimir,” Chanyeol asks, watching as we approach the planet. I know a little of the planet. It was mostly purple, as that was the color of the acidic seas there. They’ve managed to turn some of the lakes into fresh and salt water, man made and natural. It allows for some fish from other planets to be shipped over.

“No,” I say, shaking my head, “But I’ve heard some… unsavory things.”

Jongdae laughs, “I assume it’s the saying? Wystria is the planet of love, Ysimir the one of sin?” He says, wearing the same uniform as the other higher in command. The metals on his jacket, a few from fighting but most from fighting for justice in the courtroom. Draping from his shoulder to below the arm was a piece of purple ribbon, noting that he was of the Justice branch. Minseok’s was silver, since he was the commander of EXO Prime. Junmyeon’s was a light blue, same as Beakhyun. Yixing’s was black with single red line through the middle. His suit was covered in metals from his many battles. Kyungsoo’s was green for a medical officer. Jongin and Sehun’s were red, noting that they are Fighter pilots.

Since they are all higher ranks, they wear formal uniforms like that. Chanyeol and I do not have to. We wore our usual underclothes. Pants that are dark blue with a lot of pockets and a simple dark blue jacket of the same material. Under we both wore sleeveless shirts, as they get in the way when you’re working.

On all of our chests were name tags. They were screens, which said out name and would shimmer, changing the letter to say our ranks. It was made into the clothes. Some are even made in clothes for design to shimmer and with moving patterns. They’re costly, which explains my lack of any, but they are really awesome.

We land, letting the door open as we walkout. The air heavily scented with all the flowers that are around. The place we landed had the sea behind us, the purple acid lapping at the force wall that protected the rock. There were some things in the air sailing, people having fun and over by a pool which reaches just a few meters to the left. People from all over the galaxies come here, some are even rich enough to live here. The leaves on the trees are even floral scented. It was like a light, pleasant perfume. Nothing too strong, but just perfect. The music was hypnotic, the building closest to us the metal base. Small, about a hundred times smaller than the one on EXO Prime. To the left was a glittering massive building. It spiraled up in golden spears, like it was reaching for the sky.

“Wow,” I mutter, looking around with my eyes wide.

“You act like you’ve never seen a place like this,” Chanyeol says, smiling broadly.

I shake my head, looking over at him. I see a few people in out group looking over, probably more curious. Jongin does, keeping quiet with no biting remarks for once. “All I’ve ever seen besides space stations is EXO Prime and Tribil.”

Chanyeol nods, smile falling. He pats my back, “No wonder. This place is the exact opposite of Tribil from what I hear.”

He’s right. Tribil was a desolate wasteland where you’re more likely to starve than anything else. All the higher up government officials and rich gold and Quantinium miners are taking all the credits for themselves. The only ways to earn some money are few and far between. One way to make a living is to either run errands for a little that, if you save three days could feed you two meals. Not two days. Two meals. Mostly of bread and dehydrated meat. The other is work in the mines. They’ll feed you and shelter you, but you live in a small house with thirty other people and the food is rationed out. They keep you just fed enough to work but not enough to revolt.

The last way is to sell yourself. If you’re pretty, someone will find a use for you, so long as you stay pretty. Then they will throw you away and you’ll be left to die. Tribil’s laws are awful. Through some loophole they manage to not have to follow the standard Syndicate laws for planets under our protection. That’s not to say sex work is illegal, just safer and… well, usually doesn’t include minors. The Syndicate’s hands are tied, since they need the Quantinum in order to create our forcefields and walls. Since Tribil sells half of what they mine to the Syndicate at a forty percent discount, they don’t want to anger them either.

Yixing’s face get’s a hint of anger on it at the mention of our shared home. Something tells me it wasn’t a fond time for him, either.

That we have in common. Tribil killed the only family I had. I was an orphan, but, growing up, there was someone like a brother to me. He was four years older than me and, in order to survive, he went to the mines. He’d save up the few credits they would get and send it to me. Then, he was killed. Mining accident. Quantinum is very dangerous and explosions are very common.

After that, I was starving and hungry. I’d do odd jobs for people. Every now and then I’d find myself in a fancy hotel on my back, letting someone have their way with me. I didn’t like to think about it, since I was very young. They were rare times, and I was happy when I was accepted into the Syndicate so I could put those days behind me.

I was pulled out of my thoughts from an elbow to the side from Chanyeol. A man in a suit that shimmered like a night sky, his white hair pushed back as his one purple eye glitter. The other was replaced with a robotic one. This eyes are rimmed in black and his lips covered with a deep shade of red. He smiles, smoking a cigar holding a glass out in a cheers motion. The bubbling liquid was a light pink with some fruit pieces. He laughed, “Hello Major General Minseok! I’ve heard a lot about you!”

Minseok steps forward, nodding and shaking his hand. While Ysimir isn’t Syndicate controlled, they allow the Syndicate to have a base here in order to refuel and fix any minor damages. In return, the planets near keep the Krytons away from here and, if they are attacked, the Syndicate quickly responds.

“You look so much like your father,” Histor Yssa says, “Old fuck. One day I’ll convince him to take that stick out of his ass!”

Minseok smirks, nodding, “If you manage it, I will buy your drinks for life!”

Histor lets out a belly aching laugh, putting his arm over Minseok’s shoulder, “So, please, introduce me to this collective you’ve brought with you. Obviously I can tell your brothers, but, since we’ve never met…”

Minseok gestures, “Brigadier General Kim Junmyeon.”

Junmyeon nods, shaking his hand and bowing a little, “Pleasure to meet you, president.”

And it went down the line until he got to Sehun, who was standing next to me. Histor smiles, “One of my own! How much?”

“Half,” Sehun says, nodding. Etherions are always curious about how ‘pure’ the blood is. They, for the most part, are never ‘pure’ anymore. Their planet was taken over a hundred years back by their neighbors. They killed half and then enslaved the rest. Twenty years ago The Syndicate helped the Etherion people take it back. Now it is a melting pot of all different types of people. It’s still recovering from that time under the Victris rule. Half Etherion is the most people ever are, anymore, and they are rare to find. It makes him a little uncomfortable, and for obvious reasons, but that’s how his people are, anymore.

The president’s eyes are wide, “My, it’s rare to see someone so pure!” He says, placing a hand on Sehun’s shoulder, “I’m only a third myself, thankfully my mother was beautiful for a human!”

Sehun just nods, looking cool and calm as the president's eyes look to me.

“Master Sergeant Lyra Lang,” I say, shaking his hand. He smiles, looking me over

“Mrs. Lang, may I ask what it is you do,” He says, taking a sip from his drink after moving his cigar for a moment. His eyes went along my body, which was hard for me not to make a comment about. Etherions, for the most part, are obsessed with beauty and bloodlines.

“I’m the Fighter mechanic,” I say, nodding. Something about him makes me feel a bit weird, but it could be because I’ve never met someone so… ostentatious.

He grins, “Wonderful! I was wondering why you looked so strong!” Before I could say anything he polishes off his drink, handing it to one of the people behind him. “If you would follow Klause, he would show you all to your sweets! We’ve got you staying at the best hotel on the planet,” He says, before bowing, “I must get back to work, but rest assured I will meet you all for dinner!”

The ride to the building was quick. The rest of the city was in the valley below, looking just like jewels surrounded by lush foliage. A large waterfall of acid to the side, which goes through a machine about a fourth of the way down that turned it into water. I look back, seeing the huge hotel. So, we were there, Aurora. Hotel and casino. There are a few from where I come from, but only people who are filthy rich or those who are offering their services are allowed. I walk along, looking around. Tanks filled with sea creatures I’ve never seen before, bright lights and pieces of art that looked magnificent. The floor marble as we walked though. People lining up at betting stations, watching sporting events from all over with anticipation and excitement. I could hear people celebrating in the casino as we pass. People dressed just like the President. The suits and dresses all with moving patterns of every color. Soon, we’re led to an elevator.

“A whole floor was given to you for your use,” The voice says of the man who led us as the door opens. Klause was tall, his skin a pale orange. He was very human like, save for his eyes, which are reptilian and his tongue, which was thin and forked. He bows, “Choose whatever room you like. Room service is for free for you all. Dinner with President Yssa scheduled at 19 hundred hours, which is in ten hours. Until then you may spend your time however you wish.”

I nod, before moving and picking the closest room to my right. The walls were a lovely shade of light blue. The decor was very… royal, I suppose. Looking like it was fit for a queen. It was a large room. Living room and small kitchen. The bedroom was huge, the bed looking inviting.I open the door to the bathroom, peeking in. A smile, seeing the tub. It’ll be nice to have a relaxing bath. I nod to myself setting my bag down and sigh, falling into bed. I smile, letting out a little laugh as I move, setting my reader to 19 hundred hours Ysimir time. Quickly I take of my boots and throwing my coat onto the chair to the side.This place is known for their late night dinners and their twenty two hour days, I learned having read up on it a little before we got here.

A few moments later, I hear a knock at my door.

I move with a groan, getting up and moving. They knocked again, “I’m coming!”

I throw the door open, before being pushed inside and having the door closed. I didn’t even get a look at the person’s face before they were inside, looking down. Yixing stares at me, before grabbing my wrist and shining a green light down on my skin.

The Tribian triangle mark on my skin glowed. The old tattoo like thing I got when I was nine. There were small roses on either side of the tattoo, along with the Tribian letter which stood for the common letter A. For approved. I pull my wrist back, glaring. No one on any other planet has those lights but Tribians. Only we know about the ‘tattoos’. It’s not a thing we like to talk about. They use the lights to to check people, see if they are an approved sex worker. If you’re not approved, you’ll be rejected by everyone. It costs nothing, all you have to do is be checked to make sure you’re not carrying any diseases. Once a week you get checked if you perform services everyday, but I went about once a month.

The truth was, they are not tattoos. They’re small nano technology embedded into the skin designed to be hidden. It makes us do whatever someone commands of us if they have the Master one. The triangle with a crown and the Tribian letter for M. So long as someone has that mark, we are powerless. When you are hungry, you’ll do anything.

Yixing’s eyes were wide, his hands shaking. He looks up, his eyes holding anger. They started to swell with tears, “How old?”

I look down, before looking back at him with a glare, shoving him. “Why the fuck should I tell you?!”

He pushes his sleeve up, shining the light on his wrist. The same glowing design. “I was six,” He says, the tears of anger slipping down his face. “I remember seeing you… then man who… the one who liked me wanted a new one. A younger one. He cut it off with me and found someone else.” He says, his voice eerily calm. Yixing looked at me, “Sir Ulysl.”

I looked up, my eyes wide. “He… he was the first I ever… I was nine.”

Yixing sighs, taking a moment to wipe his eyes. He looks back to me. “I’m sorry. For doing this. For not asking. I know it’s a sensitive subject.”

“I had to,” I say, shrugging. “It’s wrong, but everything is wrong on Tribil. You know how it is. You do what you have to in order to live.”

I could see the anger held back in his posture. He was tense, glaring at the ground like it killed someone precious to him. It’s something that’s in all of us, the poor Tribians. An unrelenting anger when we think about the past. About how people are still being used like that. Yixing looks up, eyes meeting mine. “I saw Rhys in the casino,” He mutters, looking up. “He will probably be at our dinner tonight. How would the President not invite oldest member of the Tribian monarchy to dinner, after all?”

Those words take my breath away. I remember times, in the highest room of the largest building. Iscar Rhys, the then king of Tribil. My willingness to do whatever he wanted because the pain in my stomach was getting unbearable. Whatever he wanted, I did. At different times in my life. Starting when I was nine. I remember him saying he wanted to teach us how he liked it. My stomach feeling uneasy, thinking about how a man in his mid thirties acted like what he was doing to a nine year old was normal.

“What made you want to tell me that,” I ask, trying not to give away how awful that name made me felt.

“I was one of the highest requested, Lyra… and he only asked for me twice,” He says. “All of the professional ones, we talk. Mostly about how much we hated all the people we were fucking. We see every single one of the people who only did it sometimes, making bets if they were ever going to go full time,” He explains, leaning against the wall. “As long as we had one who was sweet on us they’d give us a place to stay and all the food we could eat. They have grand feasts and not even half would be eaten. So it would be given to us.” He looks up, “I saw you, a couple times. He would always come and get you when you were young.”

I glare at him, “If you say anything-”

“That’s why I told you,” He says, looking up, “No one knows. If I tell, you tell. Insurance, such is the Tribian way.”

I sigh, looking up at Yixing. The strong Phoenix special ops captain, so strong and deadly, looks as if his heart has been ripped out. Like, for a moment, he’s an empty shell of a person who barely exists. Such is the way of Tribil. Ripping people apart and leaving them to wither away.

Yixing pats me on the shoulder, looking up, “If he is at dinner, it’s you and me. We stick by one another to avoid him. Tribil’s ways are not well received. They’re not spoken about. He won’t say anything unless he gets one of us alone.”

I nod, putting my hand on his shoulder too.

As he left, I couldn’t help but feel gross. I move to the bathroom, filling the tub. I wanted to just melt away, forget about everything for a moment. I pour in some of the bubble bath. I undress, getting in and trying to let my mind rest from the bomb that was dropped on me. When I tried out for the Syndicate, I had to prove I could be useful. I was terrified I would fail and be left to rot on a desert city forever. Forgotten. Thankfully they saw the potential and the drive I had. I was petrified of failing. I couldn’t fail.

The Syndicate saved me from a life of screwing people for money and, when that ended, starving to death. When people say that the food is awful somewhere, I can’t help but think about how it’s better than the constant pain from hunger. After a while of soaking, a few hours if my prune like fingers and toes were any indication, I got out and dressed. A message on my phone told me that the ‘dress code was casual’ according to Sehun.

I put on my clothes, wearing my jeans and a sleeveless top. Put my hair up, looking at my reflection. I forgo the make up, no matter how minimal I wear it, I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I mentally try to prepare myself for what was about to come.

I was working on autopilot, practically. Everyone was around but I was just following them. I was looking, on guard, searching.

And then I saw him.

He’s in his late forties, looking more casual than he ever did before. I was use to seeing him in his fully regal attire. His flack hair was greying. His face still clean shaved. His skin still the same pale almost white. The Jurist blood in his veins making his eyes black with a blue iris. He looks over, in a fancy suit that would have on the legs and arms had flowers and vines growing and blooming. He looked over everyone and I could see his eyes widen slightly when he recognizes Yixing to my right. I feel Yixing’s hand on my arm, holding steady. His eyes move, looking and spotting me.

The small smile that grew made me want to punch him. I wanted to make him hurt physically the same way he made me feel emotionally. I wanted to take that glass and smash it across his face. He look over, speaking with Minseok as I was blinded by my rage. He looked down the line, before, like it was clear and there was no other sounds. He looks at me, smiling, showing off his perfect fucking teeth and his perfect smile.

“Who are you, my dear,” He asks, though I could see it. The devious look in his eyes as he patiently waits for me to act on what he wants.

“Lyra Lang,” Yixing says beside me, his voice curt and to the point.

“It’s nice to meet you,” He says.

We were ushered into the next room, and, as I passed by, there were two tiny words he muttered that made me feel uneasy and on edge all over again.

“Hello again, Little Lyra,” He mutters, the smirk on his face grew, his eyes kept on me as I walked to my seat.

I was furious. My blood might as well be boiling as I say down and looked, trying to avoid his gaze. I look around, finally taking the time to see the room we’re in. The walls covered in screens, projecting lush wildlife like the jungles in the valley. I was trying to calm myself as small talk was made.

I just glare at him now.

The dinner went by in a breeze. He’d make comments towards Yixing and myself, and we’d answer curtly. Surely all of our compatriots were noticing how we were acting.

The food was probably delicious, but I wasn’t paying attention. I would look around, noticing Yixing glaring. Sehun was looking at the both of us with a questioning look, and Jongin was curious, whispering to Yixing as he sat next to him. Everyone was catching onto the fact that Yixing and I were not comfortable at all here.

President Yssa smiles, “And now dessert!”

“I’m actually full,” I say, not thinking I can stomach it. I already said something to Yixing, and he was fine with my leaving early. He’d stick by someone he trusts so he won’t be cornered alone. I stand, bowing, “Thank you for the meal and your hospitality. I’m actually really tired, so I think I’m going to go to bed early.”

I turned, leaving the room before anyone could say something.

Truthfully, I was walking in the garden here instead. A huge glass house full of flowers from all over the galaxy. I see a Tribil black rose, the only thing that can withstand our desert conditions. I took a deep breath, letting out a shaky sigh.

“Little Lyra,” A voice says right behind me, hands on my hips. I turn, about to shove him away from me before he just mutters one word.

“Stop.”

My body freezes all on it’s own. I fought it, trying to move. He just smiles, shaking his head.

“You've become bitter, my little Lyra,” He says, “Calm down. Lower your arm.”

I do as he says, my eyes filling with tears of rage.

“I was so shocked to see you,” He says, smiling, “My beautiful little flower has flourished.” he smiles, placing his hand on my face, caressing my cheek. “I was so disappointed when you left for the Syndicate.”

“Get away from me,” I say, glaring at him.

He smiles, “Show me your wrists.”

I show them to him, even as I fight against it. The powerless feeling making me more and more scared. Before, I did it because I was starving. I was desperate. It didn’t matter what he wanted from me as long as I could eat.

He takes a small little thing from his pocket, shining the light down on my wrist. He smiles, “Just as beautiful. The best invention in Tribil history, wouldn’t you say so?”

“What is that on her wrist,” I hear a voice ask.

I look past Rhys, feeling elated to see Jongin standing there. He was dressed casually, walking up and seeing the symbol on my wrist.

I wanted to scream at him what it was, but for every Tribil who leaves, we’re told never to talk about it. That’s why no one knows what does on in Tribil. The Syndicate knows of whispers, but no actual proof.

Jongin looks me in the eyes, seeing the distress in them. He smiles, looking at Rhys. “I’m sorry, I hope she didn’t bother you. I was coming out here to check on her because I know long flights make her a little uneasy,” He says, moving close to me as Rhys turns off the light and puts it back into his pocket. Jongin places his arm around me, pulling me into a hug. “I was so worried about you, babe. Are you sure you’re ok?”

“J-just feeling a little sick,” I say.

Jongin nods, “I think I better help my girlfriend to her room. Thank you for coming and checking on her, though.”

Rhys nods, using his charm to hide his true feelings just as Jongin was doing. “I might not be king anymore but I still worry.”

Jongin pulls me with him, “Goodnight, your majesty!”

We walk, our shows making noise on the marble flooring. Once we get to the elevator, Jongin looks at me. “What is going on,” He asks, looking alarmed. “You left, and then he left. Yixing told me to go after the both of you because if he did he would have killed him.”

“I can’t tell you,” I say, leaning against the wall.

“Yes, Lyra, you can. Spit it out,” He says, rolling his eyes.

“Jongin, I really can’t! I want to but I can’t,” I says, shaking my head as tears fell from my eyes. “You’ve heard it. The saying. ‘Seekers of the Secret are met with thorns’.”

“What was that mark,” He asks, looking at my wrist. “I’ve never seen it. There’s nothing about a tattoo on your file.”

I want to open my mouth and scream, but I can’t.

Jongin sighs, running a hand through his hair. The glowing of the blue lights in the elevator making him look sadder, in a way. “I just want to help you.”

“I know,” I say, shaking my head. “All I can say is… think along the lines of our biggest export.”

“Quantum,” He says, nodding. “So… it’s a type of tech?”

I remain silent as I see him trying to search for clues. I take the time to look over him, seeing him in jeans and a tight black tee. His hair a little wet, slowly drying through dinner. His purple irises looking at me, trying to uncover the secret I wasn’t telling. I want to tell him everything but I can’t. He nods as the elevator opens.

“My room is the one to the right of yours,” He says, “When you decide you trust me, I’ll be waiting.” Jongin looks sad, his eyes which are normally full of joy now dull.

Watching him go and close the door behind him was excruciating. Knowing he thinks I’m not just saying it to him. This I would scream at everyone if I could.

But I can’t.

I just have to hope he asks around about the clue I gave him.

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