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Matryoshka's Broken Compass

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  1. The story takes place in a more dystopian styled future, with the same concept as Repo! The Genetic Opera.
  2. Like in Repo! The Genetic Opera, an organ failure epidemic has taken over, but it is not as severe as it is in Repo! There is a large company that offers organ transplants on a payment plan in Seoul. This company is called GMO Corporation.
  3. If a client does not meet the payments for their payment plan on time, they will be hunted down by trained assassins who work for GMO as repo men. The repo men will repossess the transplanted organ, which results in the death of the client.
  4. Vechnost Laboratories is a human experimentation laboratory owned by GMO, who work under the guise of a medicine creator and distributor. Vechnost supplies GMO with their repo men.
  5. Vechnost creates repo men for GMO by taking children at a young age and wiping all their memories and identity. They then perform experiments on the kids and torture them until they are apathetic beings that don’t hold any emotions. They do this so the repo workers can do their jobs easily without feeling remorse afterwards, and in some cases, almost most cases, the repo workers enjoy it.
  6. Chan, Changbin, and Jisung are all subjects from the Vechnost Laboratories. Chan was the first of the trio taken in, then Jisung, and Changbin last. To show their belonging to Vechnost, tattoos with their subject name were tattooed onto their face under their right or left eye.
  7. The memory wiping practices have been the same in Vechnost for a long time, so the actual after effect is not as strong and efficient as it used to be. Chan and Jisung began to remember their actual identity, which put them at risk in the facilities for going through the process again, which could kill them. This factor was their main reason for escaping.
  8. Unlike his friends, Changbin does not yet remember his actual identity. However, he began experiencing empathy and couldn’t focus during training and testing.
  9. After escaping Vechnost, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung became listed as fugitives by GMO. They hide in the underground under the guise of 3RACHA, with names CB97 (Chan), SPEARB (Changbin), and J.One (Jisung), taken under the care of the owners of a club called MOBB.
  10. The Prism is a police force under the government, made specifically to end the illegal practices done by labs like Vechnost and corporations like GMO. The organization is led by Admiral Kim Seonghwan, known as Jean Paul to the other members of the force.
  11. Each field operations unit is assigned a leader and a second in command. If the leader cannot be present for a mission, the second in command will lead the mission for their respective unit.
  12. Kim Woojin, Lee Minho, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, and Yang Jeongin work for The Prism, and is the force’s most recent established field operations unit, labeled Sigma Rho Kappa.
  13. Woojin is Sigma Rho Kappa’s leader, while Minho is their second in command.
  14. The owner of GMO is commonly referred to as “Hyde” by the public. They relate this naming to the original source, the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. They gave him that name, saying that he was once a good and kind scientist (Jekyll), but was slowly corrupted by his darker side (Hyde).
  15. Hyde is known to absolutely hate The Prism for reasons unknown.
  16. It is also rumored that one of his two sons is working for the Prism. This rumor is true, and could be the possible source of Hyde’s hatred for the police force.
  17. Hyde sends some of his men to spy on his son as he works, trying to find openings to take him back home and have him do what he’s supposed to do, which is learn how the business works so he could take over when he’s older.


Prism Teams


Team Beta Nu Sigma ( ΒΝΣ )

Kim Seonghwan “Jean Paul” (Leader), Kim Sungchan “Spax”, Hwang Euijeong “Teno” (Second in Command), Park Shinwoo, Kim Yeonhak “D.L”, Kim Geonwoong “K-KID”, Honda Taichi


Team Gamma Omega Tau ( ΓΩΤ )

Mark Tuan, Im Jaebum “JB” (Leader), Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung (Second in Command), Choi Youngjae, Kunpimook Bhuwakul “BamBam”, Kim Yugueom


Team Delta Alpha Psi ( ΔΑΨ )

Park Sungjin (Leader), Park Jaehyung “Jae”, Kang Younghyun “Young K” (Second in Command), Kim Wonpil, Yoon Dowoon


Team Sigma Phi Nu ( ΣΦΝ )

Kim Inseong (Second in Command), Kim Youngbin (Leader), Lee Jaeyoon, Lee Sanghyuk “Dawon”, Baek Juho “Zuho”, Kim Seokwoo “Rowoon”, Yoo Taeyang, Kim Youngkyun “Hwiyoung”, Kang Chanhee “Chani”


Team Sigma Rho Kappa ( ΣΡΚ )

Kim Woojin (Leader), Lee Minho “Lee Know” (Second in Command), Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin “I.N”

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Alarms sounded all throughout the facility, the halls illuminated by slow blinking red lights


Footsteps echoed against the dark tinted glass walls of the Vechnost Laboratory. Three pairs of white covered feet left yellowish brown stains on the white tiled floor in a frantic and hurried manner, tainting the once sparkling and clean floor. Shiny, black covered feet slammed against the dirtied tiles a few steps behind them, loud and angry. Hot, panicked breaths filled up the empty space in the hallways, wild eyes scanning the area, looking for the next way to turn. “Contain those subjects immediately!” a strong voice yelled, a voice of authority, and those white covered feet moved faster, more frantic and hurried. White feet trailed up to white, form fitting pants, then towards a loose white hoodie, in which the hood was usually drawn up, to mask the face and create uniformity, the typical test subject ensemble. However, these three hoods were drawn down, revealing three heads of black hair. “Do not let them escape at any cost!” the same authoritative voice yelled, stopping in the middle of the hallway as bulky persons rushed past them, dressed in dark grey uniforms with heavy brown boots, geared with the most advanced weaponry and aiming their high-tech blasters at the three figures of white speeding down the hallway. Dark red lasers shot at the test subjects.


“They’re shooting at us,” one of the test subjects said. His black hair was styled in an undercut. His skin was tan, and his features were sharp yet held a slight soft edge. Obsidian orbs were lightly covered by droopy eyelids, leading down to a somewhat large nose that fit with his face, to plump lips tinted a dullish red, pulled into a scowl. Underneath his right eye, tattooed in black ink was the evidence of Vechnost’s ownership, his subject name, ‘CBS0099’.  “We need to get to the roof access elevator quickly,”


“I know, we’re almost there,” another subject murmured in response, eyes looking forward as they ran. This subject’s hair, also black, was let down, bangs resting atop thick eyebrows. He donned pale skin, narrow eyes, a long nose leading to plush mauve lips. Underneath his left eye, his subject name ‘CPB0097’ was tattooed in black ink. His hands were grasped tightly around CBS0099’s wrist as well as another test subject, HJS0000’s wrist. HJS0000 donned black hair swept up from his face, light tan skin, black doe eyes going down to a slanted nose and blush lips. The trio ran from the guards, CPB0097 dragging the other two behind him, their steps loud and warning. “It’s up ahead, c’mon!” he yelled, and the three subjects picked up their pace, making the distance between them increase. Reaching his arm out for the roof access, CPB0097 forced open the elevator doors, letting the other two subjects enter first before following them in. He quickly pressed the up button, watching the doors close while giving the guards a blistering glare. Soon, the elevator was moving, bringing them up to the roof. CPB0097’s lips were pressed into a thin line as they past the rest of the floors, nearing the roof.


“We’re going to have to jump off, Chan-hyung,” HJS0000 says, looking over to CPB0097, now identified as Chan. Said male nods grimly. The doors open, and the trio quickly make their way to the edge of the rooftop, looking at the dull greenery below. This was the only part of the facility that wasn’t fenced off, leaving it free for them to escape. “We have to jump now, or they’ll get to us,” he adds, CBS0099 nodding in agreement behind him. Blank eyes take in the expanse of greenery beyond the testing facilities, and it hits them how much they need this, how much they want this. Bangs filter into their ears, and Chan pushes them closer to the edge.


“Jisung, 99, jump now! Jump!” he commands them, and with no further arguments, HJS0000, now known as Jisung, grabs 99’s wrist, and the two run, leaping off of the building. Chan peered down right after, slight worry in his obsidian eyes, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Jisung and 99 standing up from their landing position unharmed, the bottom of their pants and shoes stained with dirt. The familiar sound of the roof access elevator opening caught his attention, snapping his head to see the security guards entering the area, spotting him immediately and firing their blasters at him. One nearly hit his face, but it still grazed along his forehead, making him wince and grunt in pain. Clutching his forehead, he turned around and ran, leaping off the rooftop and landing shakily by Jisung and 99. “Run,” he whispered, and the three of them bolted into the forest. The security guards ran towards the edge.


“Don’t go after them,” a low, authoritative voice echoed in throughout the rooftop area. The security guards skidded to a stop at the edge of the rooftop, the blobs of whiter getting less visible as the subjects ran farther away, lowering their arms, turning to the source of the voice. A tall man with graying hair in a pristine white coat stood, hands covered with red rubber gloves and a cunning smirk on his face.


“But sir, they-” one guard starts, but the man holds up his hand up, silencing him, the guard pressing his lips together and lowering his head. The unnamed man breathed out a snicker, looking at the expanse of trees of trees before him, eyes darkening as they caught sight of the city skylines.


“They won’t last very long out there,” he hums, eyes narrowing. It appeared that he knew something that they didn’t know, but he didn’t approach the topic any further. Turning around, he beckoned the guards to follow him as he made his way back to the elevator, standing in the middle as the guards surrounded him. “Report them as fugitives. We'll let local forces deal with them,” he adds, and the elevator doors slide close.




Chan, 99, and Jisung continue to run through the forest, steps still frantic and eyes wide, scanning their surroundings carefully, but quickly. They don’t know if the guards are following them, chasing them down with their blasters held up in front of them, ready to shoot those scalding lasers. Their breaths were ragged, loud, laced with the adrenaline from thought and feeling of their escape from the facility. 99 ran in front, followed by Jisung and Chan. Chan staggered a bit behind the other two, left foot hurting a bit from his flawed landing. The silence in the forest surrounding the three subjects was deafening, even though there was so much sound in the area. The rustling of tree leaves in the wind, the crunching of branches and dead grass under their feet. But for them, their adrenaline, their fear of being caught, the want to get as far away from Vechnost as possible, blocked out all sound, except for the own beating of their hearts, intense against their chests.  A gasp and grunt of pain echoed in the forest. 99 and Jisung looked back immediately, seeing Chan on the dirt, clutching at his leg. “Chan-hyung, what happened? Are you okay?” Jisung asked him, rushing over with 99 and kneeling over him.


“My foot...stuck in a branch,” he hissed out, and 99 peered around, seeing the taller’s left foot, bent at an odd angle, caught under a curved branch. His breathing increases in speed, worried for his friend and brother like figure as he examines the sight. Carefully, he raises the branch off of Chan’s foot, grabbing the other male’s leg in a gentle hold and maneuvering it out of the area, wincing as the injured released sounds of pain from the movement. “One of you’s going to have to carry me,” he adds in a hiss, getting into a (safe) seated position with the help of 99. Jisung takes the initiative, crouching in front of Chan and letting the older wraps his arms around his shoulders as he hooked his arms underneath the bend of his knees, picking him up without much struggle.


“We need to keep going,” 99 breathed out, looking behind him with wary eyes, gently ushering Chan and Jisung to start moving again, in fear that the guards from Vechnost weren’t far behind them. Jisung adjusted his grip on Chan and ran as best as he could with the other on his back, 99 covering them from behind. They could hear their blood rushing in their ears as they continued getting as far from Vechnost as they could. The sky slowly grew darker and darker, until the sunset was no more, and the sky was only an inky, dark indigo mass, with faint glowing white specks in it. If it were any other day, maybe the three would stop to stargaze, having always been curious on the outside world. But now wasn’t the time, especially when their lives were on the line. Sweat cascaded down their faces, white clothes suddenly heavy and clinging and hot on their bodies. When you’re running for your life, you lose track of time, don’t know how long you’ve been running. The only thing you know is that you have to escape, you have to live. “There’s a streetlight in the distance,” 99 huffed, pushing himself to run just towards the streetlight, Jisung readjusting Chan on his back and following 99 with the same tired urgency as him. They were so close, so so close , to civilization, to being free from that hellhole they’ve practically lived in their whole life. Wet, slick grass became rough, wet concrete as they stumbled out of the forest, and onto the empty city streets. Glancing both ways, seeing if anyone was around, the three boys continued on with cautious steps. Towering buildings and shops looked back at them, with traffic lights dangling in the air above them, and crosswalks marking the barren roads. The area they were in looked a bit run down, with an entrance between two stores that seemed to lead to..underground. It wasn’t exactly how the boys imagined the city to be, but they guessed they would find out over time. Just as they passed by the underground entrance, a voice rang out throughout the air.


“Lookie here, boys. Looks like we’ll have one last thrift today,” an unknown voice said, and the three boys found themselves being surrounded by a group of burly men, dressed in dirty clothing and reeking of drugs and alcohol, smirks on their faces showcasing dirty, stained teeth.


“Shit,” Jisung curses, tightening his grip on Chan as 99 stepped up in front of them, facial expression set into a grimace, black bangs shadowing his darkening eyes as he curls his hands into fists by his sides. One man, covered head to toe in tattoos, stepped forward, and they could immediately guess this man to be the leader of this little ragtag group. He directed his nasty smirk to 99.


“What are little kids like you doing out past your bedtime, hnm?” the heavily tattooed man chimed, squatting down a bit to look 99 in the face. “Don’t you know it’s not safe to be out this late?” he adds with a chuckle, smirk widening as he tilted his head to the side. 99 remained quiet, expression still placed into a grimace as he stood protectively in front of Jisung and Chan. The man’s smirk dropped from his face, eyebrow raised as he stood to his full height, crossing his arms. “Not gonna talk, I see? That’s fine, I’ll get words out from you eventually,” he hums, glancing over to his men, cocking his head forward with a nod. Two other tattooed men approached the trio with aggressive steps, grabbing the sleeve of 99’s hoodie and pulling him forward, but was met with a punch to the face from 99, who had used his free hand to punch. The guy stumbled back, clutching at his nose with an angry yell. The other man stormed at 99, swinging his fists, but the shorter was ready, evading the punches before delivering a right hook to the guy’s jaw and giving a forceful kick to the abdomen. Another man however attacked from the back, pulling the subject back by his hoodie and turning him around, delivering a solid punch to his face, where a slight cracking noise could be heard as 99 stumbled backwards, and in his momentary stunned daze, the larger male twisted his arm behind his back and pinned him to the ground with all his weight on top, a grunt of pain coming 99 as his face got scraped up by the concrete of the empty road. The raven haired boy struggled to free himself, the man on top of him laughing at the struggle. His head was forced up by a pull of his hair, and he was once again met with disgusting face of the leader. “I gotta say, I wasn’t expecting that kiddo, but you’re outnumbered here, nice try,” the leader cackled, making 99 grit his teeth, wriggling some more but stopping with another harsh tug of his hair. “Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, wouldn’t want your injured friend getting more injured, right?” he grinned, making 99 look over to where the barrel of a gun was pressed to Jisung’s head, who held onto Chan tightly with a grim expression. 99 could tell how badly Jisung wanted to fight too, but Chan’s safety and well-being was more important. Before any of them could say another word, a cold voice cut through.


“What did I tell you about being in my area, Junsu?”


The leader’s, Junsu’s, eyes widened, head snapping to look over his shoulder. The other members of his group shared the same widened eyes and fearful expression as their leader. “I-It’s not what it looks like, S-”


“It is exactly what it looks like. Would you rather it be Jay or Hoony that were here instead of me?”


“N-No! W-We’ll be right on our way, Song! Never come back to this area!”


“It better stay that way. Now leave.”


Junsu looked back to 99, sending a cold glare his way. “You got lucky, rat,” he spat in the other’s face, releasing his hair and signaling the man on top of him to get off. The other men stepped away from Jisung and Chan, meeting back with their leader before heading off.  The shortest of the escaped trio brought himself to a sitting position, rubbing at his face with a wince and grumble. His nose was probably broken, and when he pulled back his hands, they were tinted red with blood, so his face was a bit scraped up too. Dark brown boots stopped in front of him, and the escapee blinked in confusion, slowly looking upwards. Dark brown boots with black, ripped skinny jeans tucked into them and framed by the body of a wine red, faux fur coat. Chains dripped down from the belt loops of the pants onto the person’s right leg. Tucked halfway  into the pants was what appeared to be a yellow and black checkered turtleneck, one long black cord looped around his neck along with a shorter gold chain with a sapphire pendant. Looking past the top of the wine red coat draped across shoulders, he was met with the face of a man. Dark irises of ebony stared back into his own, framed by loosely curled platinum blonde hair and lead down to a straight nose. Plump rose lips were set into a thin line, and he could see the glinting of the dull gold studs in his ears in his peripheral vision. A light hand found its way to his cheek, brushing the skin softly with his thumb, making 99 wince as a stinging pain flared throughout his face, making the male hum.


“You’re pretty banged up, aren’t cha’,” he hummed, tone smooth as he removed his hand, eyes focusing somewhere on his face. By where his eyes were focused, 99 could tell that he was looking at his tattoo from Vechnost, and the escapee covered it quickly with his hand, glancing away. The platinum blonde turned to look at Jisung and Chan, humming once more when he gives the two a once-over, crouching down to examine Chan’s swollen foot, fingers pressing gently only to ellicit a pained whimper from the injured boy. “And you’re not the only one either,” he adds, standing back up to his full height. “What are you three doing out so late? The underground area isn’t really the safest place to be, y’know,” he adds with a small chuckle, placing one hand in his coat pocket. 99 stared at the man, lips pursed in thought. Although this man had saved them from Junsu and his gang, who’s to say that he won’t just turn them over to the authorities to deal with, and risk getting sent back to Vechnost? He was not going to get sent back to that place, and neither were Chan and Jisung. They had finally escaped, they were not going back without a fight.


“We’re test subjects from Vechnost Laboratories,” Chan spoke up, making Jisung and 99 look at the injured male with widened eyes. Was it really safe to trust this guy? Chan could see the wary glances that the other two sent him, and he returned their gazes with an assuring one, telling them to trust him. This platinum blonde didn’t seem to have any ill intentions, and he saw the hints of black ink words on the male’s neck, just enough to see the words Tiamine Laboratory Inc, similar to his own tattoo. This male was just like them, an escapee from a laboratory. “We’ve run away in search of freedom,” the eldest of the trio adds, and he can see 99’s alarmed stare in his peripheral, about to speak up, but silenced when the male chuckles.


“Lab runaways, huh? It’s been a while since I’ve seen some of those,” he hums thoughtfully. “After all, I was one myself,” he adds, pulling down his turtleneck to show the black branding on the right side of his neck, and Jisung’s and 99’s eyes widened. A lab runaway like them? What luck they had today after escaping. “Come with me. Your cuts could get infected and your nose and his foot will get worse,” he tells them, gesturing them to follow him as he made his way to the large entrance leading underground. The trio glanced at each other, before slowly following the male.


“W-Wait, what’s your name?” Jisung asked, grunting as he adjusted Chan on his back, still being cautious of his swollen foot, which appeared more swollen than before. Their companion saw the struggle and stopped the younger boy, gently taking Chan from him and adjusting him on his back.


“Most people in this area call me Song, but you three can call me Yunhyeong,” the male, Yunhyeong, replied, a light smile gracing his features as he lead the three down into the underground. “Welcome to the underground, Seoul’s safe place for the non-conforming and broken,” the blonde hummed. It looked just like the city, except it was bathed in a reddish-orange  and yellow glow, thrumming with the bass of music playing from the many night clubs scattered around. The buildings were all worn down, covered in elaborate graffiti which crawled up and around the surface of the buildings. People were scattered on the streets, clad in skimpy clothes, leather, and fur, a faint haze laid upon them as they yelled and laughed, stumbling along. The three escapees looked around, wide eyes taking in the sight around them. Yunhyeong lead in the direction where music could be heard blasting from, the bass booming through their bodies. As they got closer to the source of the music, the trio couldn’t help but notice that no one even spared them a glance. Was no one suspicious of them? No one was put off by their identical, stark white attires? Or the black tattoos on their faces? “You’ll find that no one here really cares who you are, as long as you don’t bother them and start a fight,” Yunhyeong explains with a grin, noticing their confused faces. He remembers when he first escaped from his lab, arriving in the underground and being confused at how no one seemed to question where he was from. With that memory in his head, he can already feel a soft spot for this trio forming. As they get closer to the music source, the blonde turns to Jisung and 99, making sure to keep Chan secure on his back. “I believe I didn’t catch your names earlier.” A small silence falls upon the three, brief glances exchanged between the three before Jisung clears his throat.


“I’m Jisung,” he starts off, offering the taller a smile. “The one you’re carrying on your back is Chan, and the one in between us is 99. He doesn’t remember his real name,” he adds with a small smile, yelping when his shoulder is smacked by the shortest escapee, rubbing with a glare. “What was that for?!”


“Did you really have to mention that?” 99 grumbles, shoving his hands into his white hoodie pockets, clearly annoyed with the reveal of that information. Yunhyeong chuckled at the ordeal, grin widening when the building he was looking for came into view.


“We’re here,” the blonde chirped, making the three boys look in the same direction. A dark grey building, two stories high. Along the sides and front of the building were streaks of glowing, bright orange paint splatters. Bolted above the entrance in the same glowing bright orange as the paint, outlined by black, read the text MOBB. Inside, they could see the rapid flashing of multicolored strobe lights and the dark mass of bodies swaying together to the intricately mixed trap beat. Without missing a beat, Yunhyeong leads Jisung, Chan, and 99 into the thriving night club. The trio can feel the trap beat pulsating throughout their bodies as they enter, wiggling their way through the sweaty, swaying bodies around them. The blonde leads them to a stairwell, carefully carrying Chan up the stairs, Jisung and 99 following closely behind. The stairway is slightly narrow, but it’s enough for a person to move around comfortably. The music is reduced to a faint hum once they reach the second floor, where a medium sized platform is, similar to a porch, a closed door in front of them. Yunhyeong reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a brass key and inserting into the keyhole on the door, unlocking it and pushing it open softly. “Everyone else is working downstairs at the moment,” he supplies, carrying Chan to the couch and laying him down carefully, frowning when the male releases a groan of pain, grabbing a small pillow and resting his injured foot on it.


“Everyone else?” Jisung asks curiously, kneeling down besides Chan’s form on the couch, looking at his foot with a glum expression. Yunhyeong hums in response, making sure Chan’s foot is accomodated well before turning to face Jisung and 99.


“Yeah, I live here with eleven other guys. It gets hectic, but we make it work,” the blonde replies, heading over to the bathroom and retrieving a first aid kit, chuckling at Jisung’s surprised gasp of ‘eleven other guys?!’, setting it down before looking to the surprised boy. “Jisung, can you go to the kitchen and get an ice pack? They’re in the freezer on the top,” the blonde asks softly, pointing to the kitchen and the fridge so the boy knows where to go. The boy nods, getting up from his kneeling position and heading over to the kitchen. 99 purses his lips together, watching Jisung head to the kitchen before turning his gaze back to Yunhyeong.


“Thank you, for helping us out back there,” 99 tells him softly, rolling up his hoodie sleeves and grabbing the ice pack from Jisung when he comes back, watching the blonde carefully wrap his friend’s foot, pausing midway to grab the icepack from him and wrap it in with his foot, making Chan hiss at the cold sensation spreading along his foot. “I don’t know what exactly would’ve happened if you didn’t arrive when you did,” he adds, watching as the blonde finishes up Chan’s foot, turning towards him with a scoff.


“I’ve been telling Junsu to stay away from the underground for a week now, he’s such a nasty guy. Today was the last straw, especially when I saw he had you pinned down to the ground, and your friends held at gunpoint. I’m done with his shit,” he muttered, taking out hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball, dipping the ball in the liquid before gently dabbing at the cuts on 99’s face, the male hissing at the sting from his cuts. “I’m glad I helped, you three remind me of when I escaped from the laboratory I was a subject in,” the older man adds, placing the cotton ball down before examining 99’s nose again, humming a bit before wrapping the boy’s nose in gauze. “You can say I’ve developed a soft spot for you three,” he adds with a chuckle, going to the kitchen, returning wuth a smaller ice pack wrapped in a towel, softly telling him to hold it to his nose. “Rest up, you three look like you’ve been through a lot today,” Yunhyeong hums, going behind the couch, adjusting it carefully and slowly as to not injure Chan’s foot any further. The sofa became a full sized mattress, and the blonde fixed the pillows, gesturing the other two boys over with a wave of his hand. Jisung and 99 approached slowly, resting on both sides of Chan, staying close to him. Yunhyeong hummed softly at the sight. It truly reminded him of when he was found and taken in the underground, sleeping on that exact couch all by himself. Grabbing a large blanket, he laid it upon the three boys, smiling softly. And with that, the three boys fell asleep, the adrenaline wearing off and exhaustion crawling quickly within them and taking over, succumbing the trio into a deep sleep.




“Did three homeless kids break into our home-”


“No you dumbass,  I brought them here yesterday, they almost got mugged-”


“Junsu and his lackeys again, I assume-”


“Do we have to wake them up? They look so cute sleeping~”


“Donghyuk, stop being a fucking creep, damnit-”


The various voices filtering into his ears caused Chan to stir awake, squirming a bit in the bed, slowly blinking his eyes open. “Look, one of them is waking up!” one of the voices said, followed by a smacking sound and a whine, presumably from the person that spoke. Chan forced himself to sit up slowly, rubbing his eyes softly and wincing at the pain coming from his foot. Lowering his hand from his face, he opened his eyes, looking around. Jisung and 99 were still asleep on either side of him, having kept close to him as they slept. Looking up, he met the curious eyes of a blonde haired man, but it wasn’t Yunhyeong. This man had more narrow and sharp facial features, eyes a long, almond shape, as well as a dimpled smile gracing his features. Looking past the blonde, he could see a few other faces looking down at him and the other. These must’ve been the other people that Yunhyeong lived with, well, some of them at least.


“Donghyuk, get out of his space, I have to check on his foot,” a familiar voice filtered in as Yunhyeong came into view. The other blonde, now identified as Donghyuk, huffed lightly but complied to the other’s words, moving out of the way for him to get through. Yunhyeong shook his head with a grumble, giving Chan a soft smile. “Slept well?” he asked, gently unwrapping Chan’s foot, being mindful of the other two still sleeping. The injured male merely nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment with all these other people in the room. Yunhyeong hummed, examining his foot. “That’s good. The swelling in your foot went down, but it’s still a bit swollen, so I’ll get you another ice pack and wrap your foot up again, alright?” the blonde told him, which earned him another nod from the boy. “You don’t have to be scared to talk either, they may look intimidating but they’re all a bunch of soft dorks,” he adds with a laugh, taking the warm ice pack and taking it back to the kitchen as well as to get a new one.


“Hey, I find myself to be very intimidating, thank you very much!” one the other males that was looming over him shouted, huffing and crossing his arms. The shout, unfortunately, caused both Jisung and 99 to stir awake, but it seemed that the male didn’t notice. This male had straight, vibrant caramel brown hair, with bold eyebrows of the same color, albeit a bit darker. Chocolate brown irises encased in large, doe eyes glimmered with an insatiable fire, a long nose leading to rosy lips pulled into a scowl. The brunette was smaller in stature, thin arms crossed over his chest and feet set shoulder-width apart. “Many people find me scary!”


“Yes, you’re so intimidating when you stand with a tense posture and wide eyes screaming fear,” another male piped up, playfully pushing the brunette’s shoulder. This male was taller than the brunette, with a shock of neon yellow hair. Bold, black brows rested above hooded, earthy brown eyes, while the smooth slope of his nose lead to vermillion lips split into a smile. “Don’t mind Jinwoo, he’s always like that,” he chuckles, turning to the trio. “I’m Minho, by the way. You can just call me Mino. Welcome to the underground and this shithole that we call a house,” the man, Minho, grins, slipping his hands in his pockets just as Yunhyeong returns with a new, frozen icepack wrapped in a towel for Chan’s foot.


“Yes, and we work very hard to maintain and pay for this shithole,” Yunhyeong grumbles, scowling at Mino as he kneels down by Chan, rewrapping his foot with the icepack and propping it up gently once again. From how the blonde responded to the other, Chan could tell that Yunhyeong really prided himself in making sure this place was suitable to live in as much as possible, and he could tell that this place meant a lot to him. “Now, you three must be starving, right? I’ll bring you guys breakfast,” he told them softly, giving a smile, before heading to the kitchen, followed by his complaining friends who wondered why they weren’t offered food. Chan isn’t sure what compelled the action, but he somehow found himself smiling at the feat.



It had been about a week since Yunhyeong had taken in Chan, 99, and Jisung. In the span of that week, Chan’s foot healed up nicely. The three lab escapees had found themselves easily becoming part of the 12 men’s daily dynamic, seemingly weaving themselves into their lives. As Yunhyeong told them that day, the blonde did have a soft spot for them, seeing as how they reminded him of when he had escaped those several years ago. With each passing day, the blonde man’s soft spot only grew as he grew more attached, although he wasn’t the only one. His 11 other companions too, had taken a liking to the three boys that suddenly appeared in their lives. Some doted on them more than others (Jinhwan, Jinwoo, Yunhyeong, Seungyoon, and Donghyuk). Some joked around with them to get more comfortable (Jiwon, Junhoe, and Minho), and the remaining ones would converse with them quietly, having a similar reserved demeanor (Seunghoon, Taehyun, Hanbin, and Chanwoo).  Since all 12 of them worked jobs in the normal city, they would often have to leave the three by themselves, but not without having something to do. The three boys seemed to be interested in Hanbin’s midi keyboard and music making programs in his studio, so the sandy blonde male would let them learn and experiment with his equipment while they were all gone, until they would return and get for their night jobs, which was running the nightclub underneath them, MOBB. Jiwon and Minho were the actual owners of the establishment, while the others worked jobs within the club.


“Shit!” they could hear Hanbin curse from his room, startling them. Most of the 12 were back from their day jobs, save for Jinwoo, Donghyuk, and Taehyun, who all worked at the same restaurant. Minho looked up from his laptop, eyebrows furrowing as he sees the sandy blonde walk into the living room with a small scowl gracing his face, cellphone held tightly in his right hand.


“What happened, Hanbin?” the neon yellow haired male asks, closing his laptop and placing it down next to Jisung, getting up from the couch and walking over to the other. Jisung casts a wary glance to Chan and 99, who return the look.


“Cory texted, those same bastards are messing with his club again,” the other grumbled, “This is the fourth time that they’ve bothered Cory and his guys, and they’re disrupting the peace here, because Cory also told me it wasn’t just his place they messed with,” he pauses for a moment, “ They messed with Inpyo’s, Jinhoo’s, Taeyoung’s, and Jinyoung’s places too,” Hanbin added, pocketing his phone and looking back at Minho with a serious expression. “I think you what time it is, Minho.” the taller’s expression soon matches that of Hanbin, and he gives a silent nod.


“Does Jiwon know?”


“Yeah, I know,” Jiwon pipes up as he walks into the living room, putting a leather jacket on in the process, black and blonde split hair tousled into a neat mess. “God, we told those guys to leave three times already. Do they wanna piss us off more?” he huffs, adjusting the collar of his jacket as Hanbin retreats back to his room momentarily. “And we’re supposed to show our newest song tonight! I’m not sure we’ll be back here in time, since Cory’s club is on the other side of the underground district,” Jiwon sighs, opening a drawer underneath the tv and taking out three pistols, stunning the escapee trio. What exactly were Minho, Jiwon, and Hanbin going to do?


“Well, we’ll just have to make it quick then, won’t we?” Minho pipes up, grabbing his own leather jacket and throwing it on. Spotting the surprised eyes of the boys, he shoots them a lopsided smile. “It’s just for defense, we’re not going to kill anyone. There are just some..unwanted pests that needed to be taken care of,” he explains, tone going sour near the end as he grabs one of the pistols. It didn’t really soothe the confusion and worry of the trio, but they wouldn’t question any further. Hanbin returns, dressed in a long, black trench coat, grabbing the remaining pistol and placing it in the inner pockets of the trench coat.


“We better get on our way,” Hanbin tells the other two. “Yunhyeong-hyung, open up early, we don’t know when we’ll be back. Jinhwan-hyung, Seunghoon-hyung, keep security tight and be watchful, don’t need anything happening to our establishment.” Hanbin’s voice holds a strong authoritative tone, but it isn’t in a negative way. The three that were spoken receive the words well, nodding with understanding expressions. Yunhyeong steps up to the three men.


“Be careful, okay?”


“We’re always careful, Yun~” Jiwon chirps, patting the other’s shoulder with a cheeky grin, bunny like teeth shown. It makes the platinum blonde chuckle, nodding and patting the other’s shoulder in return.


“I know, I know, but we all care about you guys,” Yunhyeong replies, smile soft. Hanbin and Minho give their friend similar smiles, before looking forward and making their exit, shutting the door softly behind them.


“What exactly are they going to do?”


Yunhyeong blinks, turning to face the trio sitting on the couch. “Huh?”


“What exactly are they going to do?” 99 repeats his question, raising an eyebrow at the man. “It seems really important and dangerous,” he adds. Yunhyeong hums, tapping his chin in thought before sending the three a grin.


“I’ll let those three tell you,” the blonde replies, receiving a whine from Jisung (‘I want to know what they’re doing!’). “Let’s just say..they are very, very important figures here in the underground. They’re the ones that keep this place in order,” he adds, nodding afterwards. “You can ask them when they return. Chanwoo, Junhoe, start setting up downstairs,” he tells the two in the kitchen, who nod without another, heading downstairs. Looking back to the trio, the blonde gives them an apologetic smile. “It’s a hectic day today. You three can just go in Hanbin’s studio for now. I’ll tell when we’re about to head off downstairs to work,” he adds, heaving a soft sigh, before going back to the kitchen where he was before. The three enter Hanbin’s studio, closing the door behind them and seating themselves in front of the midi keyboard.


“Today has been a weird day so far,” Jisung chirps, opening up the programs on the computer, humming to himself. “Are Minho-hyung and the others former criminals or something? Why would they have guns?”


“They said it was for defense purposes, and don’t really seem like the type who would shoot someone willingly,” 99 adds in, watching as the programs load and set up on the monitor. “If they were like that, we would’ve been dead already since they didn’t know who we were, until Yunheong explained that he had taken us in,” he adds, running a hand through his hair.


“We’ll get our explanation once they come back,” Chan hummed, grabbing the mouse from Jisung, opening up a blank project, or at least, he thought he did. Instead, he clicked on a folder labeled ‘ Discontinued Projects ’. The male blinks, looking at the seven files before him.


“Hyung, what did you press?” Jisung questions, peering over the older’s shoulder as 99 rolls up next to them, the same befuddled expression on his face as he looks at the screen. “This isn’t a new project.”


“They seem to be deleted files,” Chan hums to himself, looking at the unnamed files in front of him. He clicks on the first one, watching it load, before it’s opened up in the program. Compared to the ones that he’s seen Hanbin, Jiwon, and Minho work on, this one seems very short, not much done with it. He plays the file. The room is flooded with a simple string instrumental, dark and brooding as it went on, layering on with some more strings and a faint bass. Then, more sound effects were layered on top, to create an instrumental. It continued on, until it lessened down into a faint string with chimes, and then it stopped, only have been a minute and twenty-three seconds long. “Why was this discontinued? It isn’t bad,” Chan speaks up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion after listening to the file.


“Perhaps he didn’t like how it was coming out so far?” Jisung provided, tilting his head with puffed cheeks.


“Or perhaps he didn’t know how to continue it,” 99 hums, looking at the screen before him thoughtfully. Chan purses his lips, looking from the screen and back down to the midi keyboard before him. It’s on, connected to the other devices in the studio. Bringing it closer to himself, he lifts up his fingers cautiously, pressing his fingers to the keys, hearing the notes throughout the room. He’s not quite sure what he’s doing, but he starts to add more to the track, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. In his head, a variation of the beginning is playing, and he’s trying to translate it onto the program. “Chan?”


“Hold on, 99,” the said male responds, eyes narrowing as he continues working on the file. Jisung watches curiously, wondering what the older could possibly be adding. “I think..I think I finished it,” he tells the two, glancing over to them with a wary expression. “I don’t know, but in my head, the song continued, and I just felt like I had to do something,” he explains. “Is that weird?”


“Well, there’s only one way to see. Play it from the beginning,” 99 tells him. “Let’s see how it sounds as a whole,” the shortest adds, leaning back in his seat with a curious expression, Jisung nodding excitedly in agreement. Chan gulps, looking back to the screen. Hanbin, Jiwon, and Minho had taught them how to use the programs, but did Chan execute his ideas properly? Well, they would find out now. Bringing the cursor to the play button, he pressed play, sitting tense in his seat as the track played again. They all listened closely to the track, bobbing their heads lightly along with it. The part that Chan added soon played, and Chan sat tense in his seat. What would his companions think? Did what he do make sense?


“It sounds amazing!” Jisung chirps, throwing his arms up in the air, grinning widely. “You surely understand the programs well in a short amount of time, hyung. It works really well,” the younger added, looking over to Chan, 99 nodding in agreement. However, Chan’s facial expression was blank, making Jisung and 99 concerned. “Chan-hyung?..”


“I have a really crazy idea..” he mutters, slowly turning around to face his two friends, playing with his fingers, glancing up at the other two males, who share a glance before looking back to Chan.


“What is it?” Jisung and 99 ask in unison.



“You three want to what?” Yunhyeong asks, eyes wide as he stares at Chan, 99, and Jisung standing in front of him. It was around the time in which they were about to open the club. Jinwoo, Donghyuk, and Taehyun had finally arrived from their day jobs, and everyone was getting to work for the night.


“We want to perform tonight. We know the hyungs said they’ll be late, and it’ll be a way for us to do something for you,” Chan explains slowly, wringing his hands together nervously with a sheepish expression, 99 and Jisung with similar expressions on their faces. Yunhyeong blinks at the explanation, running a hand through his hair.


“You guys have never performed in front of a live audience, nevertheless, performed in general,” the older sighs, looking at them with an odd expression. “What even gave you this idea?”


“We found Hanbin-hyung’s unfinished and discontinued projects, and we finished two of them,” Jisung pipes in. “Well, Chan-hyung did. He’s the more experienced one with programs at the moment,” he adds, patting said male on the shoulder lightly with a faint grin, proud of the older male and what he has done. All three of them knew that Yunhyeong was questioning them so hard in his mind, if the puzzled expression on his face was any indication.


“What’s happening here? You look troubled, Yunhyeong,” Seunghoon pipes up, walking into the living room with Seungyoon behind him. His long, chestnut brown hair was pulled into a man bun, and wearing a navy blue security uniform, straightening out the button up shirt tucked into his pants. Seungyoon’s white hair is half slicked back, and he’s dressed in a silk black dress shirt tucked into wine red slacks.


“The kids want to perform in the club tonight, but they’ve never done anything of the likes before,” Yunhyeong tells them, looking up to them. “They found Hanbin’s discarded files and worked on a few of them,” he adds, glancing back to the trio sitting in front of him. Seungyoon hums in thought, glancing upwards, but Seunghoon’s response is more quick, and surprising.


“Let them do it,” the eldest at the moment hums, giving a shrug of his shoulders with a lopsided grin, patting Yunhyeong’s shoulder. “What’s so bad about it?”


“They have no experience!” the platinum blonde exclaimed, eyes wide as he gestured to the three boys in front of him.


“Well, neither did Hanbin, or Jiwon, or Minho when they started rapping. They winged their first performances, letting the beat hypnotize them and feed them words with the underlying feelings of the tracks. Newbies with no experience perform in the clubs here everyday, even in our own club,” Seunghoon replies. “Same with me when I occasionally perform with them, I just wing it,” he adds. “If these kids can fix and finish Hanbin’s old discarded tracks, they can perform,” the brunette finishes, nodding in satisfaction with his answer. “But, since they haven’t done this before, I’ll make some lyrics for them.”


“Oooooh, songwriter Hoony is making his comeback?” Seungyoon teases, wiggling his eyes at the security guard, who merely rolls his eyes at the white haired man.


“Shut up Yoon,” he scoffs, looking back to Yunhyeong and the boys. “I say you let them do it, Yun. Besides, you know that regardless of Jiwon and Minho not being here to perform their new song, you know that they would still have wanted something new being presented. I know Donghyuk and Junhoe were working on a duet, and they would’ve probably performed it tonight, if not for our newest additions wanting to do so instead,” he grins wider. Yunhyeong purses his lips in thought, thinking to himself before sighing and nodding with a grumble.


“Mmm, alright then. You go write their lyrics, Donghyuk and I will dress the boys,” Yunhyeong replies. “I hate it when you’re right,” he adds in a grumble, causing both Seunghoon and Seungyoon to chuckle.


“The files are already open on the computer, Seunghoon-hyung,” Chan tells him with a small smile. Seunghoon nods, heading over to Hanbin’s studio room while Yunhyeong takes him, 99, and Jisung to his, Seungyoon’s, and Donghyuk’s shared room. Donghyuk looks up from the vanity, a black eyeliner pencil in hand, grinning at who he sees.


“Boys!” he squeals, throwing his arms in the air. “ Why are you bringing them in here, Yunnie-hyung?” the other blonde asks in a chipper tone, going back to doing his eyeliner.


“Well, our boys here decided to be crazy and experimental, and are going to perform tonight.”


“WHAT?!” Donghyuk nearly messes up his eyeliner, turning in his chair to look at the three boys with a shocked expression. “You’re joking.”


“I’m not,” Yunhyeong replies, and Donghyuk’s silent, finishing up the rest of his eyeliner. “Hoony’s working on words for them, and I told him that the both of us would help dress them for their debut,” the older blonde grins at the other, waiting for the younger to say something. Donghyuk turns back towards the three, narrowing his eyes at them, humming to himself.


“Get stuff from Jinhwan’s closet for 99 and Jisung. Chan can use some of my clothes,” the younger blonde says after some contemplation, heading to his closet and looking through his clothes while Yunhyeong headed to Jinhwan’s room to look for clothes. “I can’t believe you three actually want to go through with this. You guys are crazy,” he adds, tossing a pair of pants onto the bed. The pants appear to be black baggy jeans with thick red stripes going up the sides, bordered by thinner, white stripes. A yellow belt with black text is dropped next along with black socks, and then a black graphic t-shirt is dropped last. “Here are your clothes, Chan. Tuck the shirt in the front of the pants, not the back, then put on the belt,” he tells the male, who nods silently, taking off his dirty white hoodie and pulls on the graphic tee, marveling at the soft fabric. As Chan changes into the rest of the clothing, Yunhyeong returns to the room, clothes draped over his shoulders. There are black shoes in his right hand, and a black hat and a black headband in his left hand.


“I return with clothes and other items,” the older blonde hums, dropping the clothes on the bed. “You two can choose the items that you like, but don’t fight over them,” he adds, watching as 99 and Jisung look through the clothes that Yunhyeong had given them. He glances over to Chan, who’s looking at himself in the mirror, fingers laid upon the inked skin of his left cheek. Yunhyeong stepped up behind the male, humming in thought. “Penny for your thoughts?”


“Is there any way to hide this?” asks the shorter male, making eye contact with Yunhyeong in the mirror. “I like how the clothes look and how they feel, but my eyes can’t help but be drawn to this..” he adds, voice going soft near the end of the sentence. Yunhyeong looks at the vanity, looking at the array of cosmetics that Donghyuk has laid out, eyes going to a peach colored concealer and a yellow colored concealer, humming in thought, before snapping his fingers.


“Sit down, Chan. I’m going to try something,” the older blonde told him, grabbing the two concealers. Chan blinked, sitting down in the vanity chair and looking at Yunhyeong confused.


“What are you going to do?” the younger asks, watching as the platinum blonde opened the peach concealor undernreath his eye, directly onto the tattoo.


“It’s called color correcting,” Yunhyeong replies, applying the concealor thoroughly before switching to the yellow one, applying it underneath the peach colored strip he made. “I’m going to see if it work on hiding your tattoo. It worked for me, so it should work for you guys too,” he adds, grabbing a blender and blending the concealers on his skin so it was smoother and not so creamy. Once it was blended, Yunhyeong pinned Chan’s black locks up so he could work on his face. Grabbing a foundation that matched Chan’s skin tone, he began applying it to the boy’s face, making sure there was even coverage where it was applied, before going over it once more with a lighter concealer. Once he was done, he hummed, inspecting Chan’s face. Grabbing a tissue, he dabbed at Chan’s face, removing any excess product he applied. “One sec Chan,” he murmured, grabbing some loose colorless powder, gently applying it on Chan’s face, and then spraying it lightly with some setting spray. “Hnm, there we go! Take a look for yourself, Chan,” Yunhyeong grins, proud of his work. Chan blinks, looking over at himself in the mirror, and gasps. His tattoo has been successfully hidden.


“Wow..” he mumbles, in awe at what he’s seeing, angling his face to get a better view of his covered brand. He can hear Jisung and 99 gasp behind him, and he can see them come up behind him, eyes wide at the now skin tone colored cheek, instead of a cheek with black ink tattooed on it.


“He managed to cover your tattoo!” Jisung gasps, looking at his cheeks in wonder. He’s dressed in a black graphic t-shirt like Chan, except his isn’t tucked, and he’s wearing a black and yellow striped turtleneck underneath. A reddish pink belt strap can be seen hanging from underneath the shirts. Paired with the shirts are simple black track pants and black low cut sneakers. The black headband is hidden underneath his hair. 99 wears a large black hoodie with a black and white hood. The sleeves come the his elbow, bu there’s extensive fabric with a red line going down the center that gives the appearance of long sleeves, and the bottom of a white t-shirt can be seen under the hoodie. He’s chosen black joggers and black athletic sneakers, and he wears the black, faux leather hat on his head, the strap on the back a bit longer than what a normal hat would have. “You look amazing hyung!”


“So do you two,” he replies with a smile, which is mirrored onto Jisung’s and 99’s facial expressions.


“I’ve finished your guys’ lyrics-woah-” Seunghoon walks into the room, blinking at the three subjects. “You guys look great! Yunhyeong and Donghyuk did a good job dressing you guys,” the long haired male grins, entering the room just as Yunhyeong sets to work on hiding Jisung’s and 99’s tattoos. Approaching Chan, he hands the male a notebook with words scribbled on their from top to bottom. “I did my best to make lyrics that go with the instrumentals you made, bit how you choose to deliver the words are up to you, and who does which part is also up to you three. I put the files on this flash drive for the DJ,” he explains, holding up a black flashdrive, handing it to Yunhyeong. “You can choose the titles for the songs and announce them once you perform.”


“Thank you so much, Seunghoon-hyung,” Chan speaks for them, bowing down to the older male.


“It’s no problem. But, I’m curious,” the brunette pauses, raising an eyebrow, “What will you three call yourselves?” It falls silent as they all look at the trio, who wear thoughtful looks on their faces. 99 hums, before giving a small grin to the others.


“Well, you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?”


The bass pounds through their bodies as they stand by the bar, hidden from the crowd. The crowd is wild, drinks in practically everyone’s hands and the multicolored strobe lights illuminating their sweaty and alcohol ridden bodies. The stage is empty, save for the DJ who’s stationed next to it, mixing all of the best r&b hits just for the crowd. “Are you guys sure you still want to carry out with this?” Yunhyeong asks, looking back at the trio. They all hold microphones in their hands, holding on tightly to the object. Their tattoos are hidden well, and they’ve been dressed well, the perfect disguise. His expression shows hesitance and worry in its features as he looks at the three he had taken in.


“We’re sure, Yunhyeong,” 99 smiles at him in response, the action meant to be reassuring. Before they had come back, Seunghoon gave them quick tips and had them practice a bit, pointing out things they could use to their advantage in their performance. Being the more advanced and experimented people that they were, they had managed to memorize the lyrics Seunghoon had given them. But like he said, it was up to them on who did what part, and how they would deliver it. They would be put to the test.


“Alright, if you say so,” the platinum blonde replies in a sigh, nodding. Seungyoon comes up to them, a microphone in his hand as well.


“Are they ready?” the white haired male asks, and the three boys nod. “Have you guys decided on a group name?” The boys freeze at that, they have not. Jisung glances around the club, eyes narrowing at a bottle of some red liquid or sauce, squinting to read the text, but unable to do so.


“Threeracha!” the slimmest chirps with wide eyes. Seungyoon and Yunhyeong blink at him.




“Threeracha..3RACHA,” Chan repeats, a smile curling at his lips as he nods his head. “The vibe of 3RACHA, hot hiphop crew,” he says, smiling up at the two older males. Seungyoon and Yunhyeong look at each other, giving a small shrug before nodding. Seungyoon about to leave, flashdrive in hand, but Chan grabs his wrist, whispering something into his ear, pulling away as the white haired male nods again, twirling the microphone in his hand. Before the three can follow him, Yunhyeong stops them. “Yunhyeong-hyung?”


“You three are really something else,” he laughs, and pulls the three boys into a quick hug. “Best of luck up there, boys,” he adds in a whisper, patting their shoulder and moving back to the bar. The three shoot him a smile, and follow Seungyoon to the stage. The lights dim as they walk onto the hardwood surface, a light focusing on Seungyoon’s tall form. The mass of people cheer upon seeing the white haired man, and he shoots them a blinding smile.


“Hello, hello everyone! Welcome, to MOBB!” he exclaims, and the cheers go wild as he hands the flash drive to the DJ, giving him instructions on what to do. “Tonight, we’re doing something a bit different. I know you all were expecting our resident top dogs Bobby and Mino, but they had some important business to attend to,” he explains, and the crowd lets out an ‘awwwwww’. “Hey, hey, hey! If it wasn’t for them this place wouldn’t be here!” a chorus of laughs and nods follow. “Now, for tonight, we have some fresh, new talent coming into our establishment. Making their debut, we have ourselves a hot hip hop crew. Get ready to vibe to the flaming beats, of 3RACHA!” he yells into the mic, and the crowd cheers. Seungyoon points to the DJ, and the music starts to fill the room, making the crowd go quiet. The lights shine on Chan, 99, and Jisung. In that short moment before they start, they gather themselves. They can do this, they can wing it. Chan glances to 99, and receives a nod, watching as the shortest starts the song off, raspy voice solid and strong. He carries the lyrics well, experimenting with the delivery. The crowd seems invested in their performance, which is a good thing. 99 glances to Chan as his verse ends, and Chan receives his glance with a smooth transition into the chorus, voice light yet powerful. Making eyecontact with the crowd, and he can see some heads bobbing along with their music in the back, and he grins. The switch to Jisung is smooth, and the younger male plays with the pitch of his voice as he raps. It goes perfectly with their instrumental, and Chan grins wider when it transfers back to him, singing the chorus with a more confident tone. The last note rings out, but soon the beat of their second song is playing, and they bounce with the beat, adrenaline pumping through their vines. It’s exhilarating, and they get more experimental and bold with their overall effect and delivery. The crowd eats it up, smiles on their faces and bodies bouncing with the beat just like their own.


By the time their performance is done, the whole building is screaming happily, filled with clapping and cheers. The three boys are breathing heavily, skin covered in a layer of sweat, and large smiles growing on their faces.


“HEY! WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?” one audience member yells. Chan, 99, and Jisung all look at each other.


“CB97,” Chan replies, looking at 99 and Jisung. The crowd cheers. “Behind me are SPEARB,” 99 raises his arms and more cheers erupt, “and J.One,” Jisung grins at the crowd, and they just eat it up. Their stage names are chanted repeatedly, and it fuels the trio as they look around at the crowd. Their eyes widen when they see three familiar figures standing in the back. Jiwon and Minho are grinning wildly and clapping, while Hanbin wears a calm smile and nods his head in approval. The crowd goes deaf in their ears as the three look at each other. This is what they escaped for.

This, was their freedom.