Yeosang's POV

"He is pretty cute." Huh? Who's cute? I don't really care, this blanket is so soft and comfortable.

"So when can I meet him? Everyone else already has," someone said. Am I dreaming? I have no idea what's going on. I shuffled slightly and felt something tighten around my waist. There was some movement and I whined slightly, nuzzling closer.

"I'm gonna die, this is so cute." Wait, are they talking about me!? I opened my eyes and went to sit up quickly but I was held firmly around the waist by what I quickly realised was Mingi's arm.

"Alright. Everyone out, give him some space," Mingi said. There was some movement and I glanced at the door to see the other's all leaving the room, except the two eldest. I looked to the other side of Mingi, seeing that San wasn't there anymore.

"Did you have a good sleep," Mingi asked me as we sat up.

"Did I hurt San," I asked quickly, nibbling my lip nervously.

"Not at all, neither of you touched each other, I made sure," he said softly. I let out a breath of relief, glad that nothing bad happened.

"Thank you," I said quietly. He gave me a small smile and ruffled my hair. It felt nice, really nice and I immediately leaned into the touch, scrambling to grab his hand as well. He quickly pulled me onto his lap and let me snuggle down in his hold.

"I wanna hurt them so fucken bad," Hongjoong mumbled. I glanced over at him in confusion, seeing he had his fist clenched and there was a frown on his face. I was confused by why he was angry, slightly worried it might be at me. There was a sudden rattling noise and the bed shook slightly.

"HYUNG STOP, CALM DOWN," Mingi yelled out quickly. Seonghwa also jumped forwards and wrapped Hongjoong into a hug. Hongjoong struggled slightly but Seonghwa wrapped an arm around his waist and shoulder, hugging him tightly. Hongjoong's hands slowly unclenched, the shaking stopping and he lifted his arms to wrap around Seonghwa's neck. It was sweet but I was still confused as to why he was mad in the first place. I was taken even more by surprise when his shoulder begun to shake, and I could hear quiet sobs escaping his lips. Why is he crying right now?

"Oh Hyung," Mingi said softly, patting my hip so I moved off his lap and onto the bed. He then got up and hurried over to Hongjoong, hugging him softly. I frowned slightly, shuffling to the end of the bed to be closer.

"Shh, it's ok," Seonghwa whispered as Hongjoong sobbed. But why is he crying? I don't want him to be crying.

"It's not right," Hongjoong cried.

"I know, but he has us now ok," Seonghwa whispered.

"Hyung, please don't cry," I said gently. Hongjoong sniffled and turned his head to look over at me. His eyes were red and he had tears falling down his face.

"I'm ok," he said quietly.

"Why're you crying," I asked him.

"I just. I'm just a little upset," he said quietly. Wow, I didn't figure that out at all.

"But why," I asked him.

"It doesn't matter. Sorry, I shouldn't be crying like this," he said, pulling away from the other's and quickly wiping his eyes.

"It's ok. I mean I've cried so much since I first came here and it's been like 3 or 4 days," I said with a shrug, making the other's chuckle slightly.

"Crying isn't a bad thing guys," Seonghwa said, kissing Hongjoong's forehead softly.

"I know. Ugh, but I hate it," Hongjoong said, wiping his eyes.

"You good now," Seonghwa asked gently. Hongjoong sighed but nodded in reply. Once seeing that he was alright, Mingi came back over and sat down, allowing me to crawl into his lap once more and lean back so his chest was against my back.

"So Yeosang, how're you feeling. You know, after yesterday," Hongjoong asked, failing to hide the concern in his voice. Right, this conversation.

"I'm fine, I promise," I said quickly. Apparently that wasn't the right answer, as Seonghwa and Hongjoong gave each other a look.

"You may be fine now but you weren't yesterday and I'd really love if you'd talk a little bit about it with us. You're family now, and we look out for each other. We want to make sure everything is ok and when there's little mishaps, we always like to talk it out," Hongjoong explained. Hearing him call me family made my heart feel warm and fuzzy.

"Well, what do you want to know," I asked him.

"What was it that upset you last night. We'd like to know so we can avoid it happening again," Seonghwa said gently.

"Oh, I highly doubt it will come up again. I didn't know about Mingi's powers and when he told me, I dunno, it just shocked me. Part of me didn't think it was real and the other part of me that believed him, thought it might be too good to be true. I just. He told me I could touch someone. For the first time in 7 years I could, I can touch someone without making them scream in pain." I trailed off, my eyes welling up with tears at the thought as I clung tighter to Mingi.

"Sorry-."

"What did we discuss about apologizing for crying? Never say sorry for that," Seonghwa said softly.

"Sorry- Crap, I mean sorry. No wait. You know what, I'm just gonna stop talking," I said with a groan, making them chuckle.

"Don't worry about it," Mingi said.

"I'm sorry that you had to feel like that. I wish we would be able to all hug you," Seonghwa said quietly. That's nice but we all know that will never happen.

"I appreciate that," I said quietly. Mingi ruffled my hair gently and I gave him a small smile.

"So, do you think you'd be up to meeting Jongho today? He's the only one you haven't met yet right," Hongjoong said and I nodded. Jongho, the maknae that I have not yet had the privilege to meet. They mentioned that he was a bit shy and quiet at first, a bit like me I guess. I think he's the person I've been the most excited to meet, or at least less worried about meeting. I can deal with someone quieter I think, or I hope.

"Um, I should be. He's quieter right," I asked, making the other three laugh.

"Yes, Jongho is not loud like Mingi or Wooyoung, or even Yunho. He's a lot more reserved and mature then our 04-liners," Hongjoong said. I nodded slowly, processing his words. So it should be easier. Or perhaps it will be harder because then maybe I'll have to talk a lot more.

"Yeosang." I quickly glanced back over at Seonghwa, seeing that he was frowning.

"Would you perhaps be more comfortable if you met Jongho alone? If we all went out for the day and let you and Jongho meet naturally. He could go do his own thing, and you could do yours and when you're ready you can go out and meet him," he asked me. That does sound pretty nice. And it would be easier for me I think. Not as many expectations, just whenever I feel up to it, I can go out.

"I think I would like that a lot," I said quietly.

"That's a great idea Hwa. we'll definitely do that for you Yeosang," Hongjoong said.

"Thank you," I said.

"Of course. You just relax in here and watch TV for a bit and whenever you feel ready, you can come out and you'll get to meet Jongho," Hongjoong said.

"Wh-Where will you guys be," I asked nervously.

"We'll probably go out to the park, maybe watch a movie and do a little shopping. Just keep occupied while you get some time to yourself," he said. Park? Movies? Shopping? I thought we had to stay here.

"We can do that," I asked quietly. Hongjoong's face dropped slightly and Seonghwa shifted his feet.

"We can, but, you can't. Not yet, but you will be able to. I promise you will so please don't feel bad," Hongjoong said quickly.

"Wh-Why can't I," I asked sadly. I haven't been able to go out in ages, like a long time. I would love to go out.

"I wanna go out," I said, wincing a little when a whine slipped out. I'm not that desperate. I don't think...

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that. Sangie listen to me ok," Hongjoong rushed out. Sangie? Mingi called me that as well, and San called me Yeosangie. I guess I finally have a nickname that isn't you know, idiot, useless, freak.

"It is nothing against you at all. And I don't want you to feel bad or insecure or upset about it alright. When people first come to the institution, they generally can't control their powers. You can only go out once you can control them, so you won't be a danger to other's. And I'm not saying that because of your ability, this happens with every single ability. It took me almost 8 months before I had mine under control enough to be able to go out. You've been here for only 3 days, you can't expect to have everything under control already," Hongjoong said quickly. He had walked closer as he talked, kneeling down about a meter before the bed.

"Please don't be sad about it Yeosang," he whispered. I understand what he's saying as it makes sense. It's not very reassuring though, given that my power will forever hurt people but I don't want Hongjoong to be upset. I haven't known him very long but he's shown me more kindness in those few days then most people have done my entire life.

"I'm not sad. I promise Hyung," I said, giving him a small smile. I was glad that I chose to not worry about it because my words instantly made Hongjoong relax and he looked very relieved.

"I tell you what. Once we've helped you out and you're able to come out with us, I'll take you to whatever you want to go to," he said gently.

"Fried chicken," I asked quickly. Fried chicken was always my favourite food as a kid but I feel like I haven't had it in forever.

"Yeah, fried chicken," he said with a small chuckle.

"Are you ok with that," Mingi asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. If I get fried chicken out of it, I'm definitely happy with it.

"I tell you what. Would you like it if we bought you some chicken tonight maybe," Seonghwa asked me. I perked up at the thought, nodding vigorously. Hongjoong chuckled lightly, giving me a soft smile.

"We'll see you later then. Relax for a bit, then go meet the Maknae. Remember, if you get uncomfortable you can come back here to your room ok. When you're in your room, we'll understand not to come bother you too much, only to check up on you briefly," he said.

"Thank you Hyung," I said quietly. Mingi gave me one last squeeze before pulling away and getting up. I almost whined, wanting to keep him near me but I didn't, realising it was selfish and childish. The each waved to me before leaving the room. So I guess this means I'm meeting the Maknae later. I sighed before leaning over and grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. I got settled down, ready to relax for a bit before I had to go out.

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I ended up watching TV for about an hour, just flicking through channels, before I finally musted up the courage to head out. I turned the TV off and got up out of bed, heading over to the cupboard that held the clothes they had given me. I quickly got changed into a new shirt, some sweatpants and a hoodie, throwing my previous clothes into a hamper located next to my cupboard. Ok, now's the time to head out and meet yet another new person. Not that hard right. Plus he's a bit more like me personality wise so it should be good. Except for some reason, I found myself pausing with my hand outstretched towards the handle to my door. Why am I worrying more about meeting Jongho than I was about meeting the others? I mean, sure, I was worried to meet the other but not this much. It should be easier but it isn't. What if he doesn't like me? Or thinks I'm weird? Or he is scared of me? What if he tells the other's he doesn't want me here. He's the last person I've got to meet but he's the maknae. If he says he doesn't want me here, I'll probably be out within the night. I don't want to meet even more people, other's who might not be as kind as these boys have been. This sucks! Maybe I should just stay in my room, not go out to meet him. That would probably be better, so I don't mess anything up.

I stepped back away from the door, pulling my hand back to my side and nibbling my lip anxiously. I can do this. All I have to do is open the door, walk out and make a good impression. But what if I can't? I growled in frustration, running my through my hair and tugging slightly. Open the door, that's all I need to do. Just open the door!

I strode forward quickly, grabbing the door handle and swinging it open swiftly, before I could second guess myself again. Ok, one thing down, now I just need to continue on. I wrung my hands slightly in worry but quietly walked down the hall, hearing noises from the loungeroom. I padded over silently and peeked my head around the corning, glancing to see what was happening. I blinked in surprise when I saw it was just Jongho. He was sitting on the couch, lounging slightly, a controller in his hand as he played a video game. Huh. I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. He looked so relaxed and content that I actually relaxed slightly. He looked approachable. That's good right? Or maybe not. Perhaps that means I shouldn't interrupt him because I'll just be annoying him. Damn, this is getting worse. Interrupt him, or don't? Should I just take the chance and risk loosing the first good thing I've had in ages or should I just forget about it. I grumbled in frustration once again, knocking my head against the wall.

"Hey, don't do that." I turned my head quickly to see that Jongho had paused his gaze and was looking at me worriedly. It was the first time I got a proper look at the younger boy. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a softly curved face. Ok, decision made for me I guess.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," I said quietly.

"Don't be, you aren't interrupting. Just don't do that ok, you could hurt yourself," he said softly. I frowned slight but nodded, shifting uncomfortably as I didn't know what to do next.

"Do you want to join me," he offered, holding out a controller he seemed to have produced from out of nowhere. I looked back to the TV, seeing he was playing some sort of basketball game. I mean, it looks fun but I've never played video games before, not on that console. They weren't really out and big when I was younger, plus my parents never let me play.

"I don't know how to play," I admitted.

"That's ok, I can teach you," he said, sending me an encouraging smile. I should probably do what he asks, that'll help him like me. I nibbled on my bottom lip slightly before quietly walking forwards, making sure to sit on the very end of the couch so I wouldn't accidentally make contact with him. I trust him to stick to my boundaries, as the other's have, but accidents happen. He reached forwards and I tensed slightly, but he just placed the extra controller between the two of us before pulling away. I waited a few seconds before leaning forwards, snatching it up and pulling back quickly.

"Alright, I'm gonna teach you what the different buttons do alright," he said. I nodded my head, looking to the TV and watching as he logged out of the game he was in and went into a practice session with multiplayer.

"Ok, so first of all, square is to shoot. You hold it down until the right time, then let it go. The little ring around the players feet helps you know how long to hold it for. You let go as close to the line in the middle as you can before letting go for a better chance to get it in," he explained. I did as he said but the ring turned red and it missed badly.

"You held the button for too long. You're supposed to let go on the middle line," he said, chuckling slightly. I have a feeling this is going to take a while, I'm not very good.

"Try again," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration, holding onto the square and letting go as quickly as I could when it got to the middle line. This time the ring was yellow, and it was slightly closer.

"Much better, you almost had it. Have another try," he said, encouragingly.

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We spent the next half an hour going over all of the controls. He coached me through each one, telling me how to do them properly and practicing until I got the hang of it. He was very nice about it and didn't really talk too much, only to encourage and teach me. It was after the first half an hour when we began to do mini games instead of practice, that he begun to talk more.

"So Yeosang Hyung, ever had a girlfriend before," he asked suddenly. I'm sorry, what? That's seriously the first question he's asking me? Weird, but uh, ok.

"No. I've been isolated for 7 years," I pointed out.

"Ah, good point," he murmured, nodding slightly.

"I also, don't like girls," I added. I noticed him glance at me in the corner of my eye, but I continued playing.

"So, you're gay," he asked me.

"Perhaps. I don't really know, I've never really thought about relationships and stuff," I shrugged.

"Fair enough. I don't think any of us here really have thought about that stuff," he said. I just hummed in reply and nodded.

"You're pretty," he said, making me choke slightly. I felt myself blush slightly and I shook my head. He's a weird one.

"I like your birthmark." I paused the game instantly, my head snapping over to look at him.

"What," I asked quickly. Did he actually say he likes my birthmark? Why? My birthmark is ugly. It's just this pink blob on my face. Mum and dad said it was my mark for being a cursed freak. To tell people to stay away.

"Your birthmark is beautiful," he said.

"My birthmark," I said slowly, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah. You're so pretty, you almost look inhuman. Your birthmark is like a reminder that you in fact are human but it's still pretty," he said, smiling as if he didn't just say something crazy.

"You're odd," I said. Although on the inside, I felt warm.

"Doesn't make it any less true," he shrugged. I held back a small smile and turned back to the TV, unpausing the game to continue.

"Where'd you come from," he asked me. I guess we're playing 21 questions now.

"My house," I replied, hearing a quiet chuckle in reply.

"No, like where did you live," he asked.

"Yeonsu-gu, Incheon," I replied.

"I heard Yeonsu-gu's a nice place," he said.

"I wouldn't know. I never got to see any of it," I shrugged.

"I'm sorry. That everything that happened to you, you know, happened," he said quietly.

"It's fine, it's not your fault," I said. We were both quiet for about a minute before I decided to speak up.

"So, how come you're here," I asked him.

"I was one of the most popular people in my town," he said.

"I don't see why that's so bad," I pointed out.

"I was popular because I was the freak that was super strong. I had a lot of friends, except they weren't friends. People wanted to be my friend because it was convenient for them, because having a super strong friend was cool. No one liked me for me, they just saw my as a prize, a possession, someone who could do cool tricks and make a good body guard. I got sick of it, so I came here, to be with others who were like me," he explained. I paused the game again, turning to face him.

"People choose to come here, even when they don't have to? You can do that," I asked him.

"Of course you can. A few of us have actually. Both Mingi Hyung and San Hyung chose to come here. Mingi Hyung wanted to help people and Sannie Hyung, he wanted to get away. Hongjoong in a way did, but the institution did go to ask him to come first. He agreed straight away though," he told me. I mean I understand Mingi because he wants to help people and Hongjoong because he lost control, but Jongho's power is fine. He could've just moved, but I guess being around others is a nice change. San. I don't think I actually know what San's ability is, it just hasn't come up.

"Have you ever tried touching someone, with the gloves off," he asked me. I stiffened slightly, leaning away from him.

"No, I don't want to hurt people," I said, shaking me head.

"So you've never touched anyone at all without hurting them since you found out? Not even through clothes," he asked. I mean, I haven't really thought about it. I'm always too paranoid that someone will get hurt.

"The boys, the ones that I killed. They touched me," I whispered, looking down. I clenched my eyes closed, trying to push the memory back but paused when I realised something, looking back up at him.

"What," he asked gently.

"They um, the touched me, through my clothes. They had to, in order to get my gloves off," I said quietly.

"Did they get hurt. You know, before they touched your skin," he asked quickly.

"I don't, I don't know. I can't remember. Most of what happened is a little hazy," I admitted.

"That's ok, you don't need to. Your mind is most likely trying to protect you from some of that trauma. It happens with San as well, he forgets some things," he said softly.

"And he acts younger," I said quietly. Jongho tensed slightly and his eyes narrowed, his hand clenching slightly. Ok, so even the maknae is protective of the fake maknae. I'm not teasing him though.

"I'm not making fun of him Jongho. I'm just pointing it out. I don't have a problem with it," I explained, watching him instantly relax.

"San had his childhood ripped away from him, like you. Except his was gone earlier and it had nothing to do with his powers, they came later. It's his way of coping with everything and it doesn't hurt anyone," he said.

"I know," I said with a nod. Everyone keeps mentioning about San's childhood or his powers but I actually know basically nothing about him. I want to know but I know not to pry, especially when it's not San talking about it.

"Do you have any siblings," I asked him.

"Nah. It was always just me and my parents but we were never really close. They weren't bad people, they just worried more about their job than they did about me," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, making him chuckle.

"You have nothing to be sorry for Yeosang, it isn't that bad. It just made it less hard to come here I guess," he said with a shrug.

"How did you find out about your ability," I asked him. I'm finding it surprisingly easy to talk to him for some reason. It's nice though.

"It's actually kind of a funny story. I was 10 years old and I was with my parents. We were going inside and I tried to open the door but it was locked. Me, being the kid I was, I yanked it hard and ripped it right off the hinges," he laughed. That would be funny.

"It's better than mine at least. I sent my only friend to hospital and then was sent away," I said with a sigh. He gave me a sympathetic smile and I gave him a small one back.

"So, how do you control your strength? You know, to stop yourself from crushing and destroying everything," I asked him.

"Pretty simple really. I learnt to control my powers pretty quickly. I learnt how to weaken myself, not use as much force. I'm still strong than most people but at least I won't hurt anyone or break things," he shrugged. That's good I guess.

"You'll learn too. In time," he said quietly. I just sighed and shook my head, not believing what he was saying. He's just trying to make me feel better.

"Do you want to try now? Maybe touch me with your gloves on? It'll only be a second," he said. I shook my head quickly, shuffling back as far as I could with wide eyes.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm not saying I'm going to touch you, I was just asking. If you aren't comfortable then I'm not going to. I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with, ever. I promise," he said quickly. I watched him warily, hoping he would do as he said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said with a sigh.

"You didn't. I just do-."

"Don't want to hurt anyone. I know," he finished quietly.

"I tell you what. We've spent a while chatting and having some fun, why don't you head back to your room for a bit? I have to clean some dishes and Hyungs will probably be back soon," he said softly. That seems like a good idea. As much as I like him, I wouldn't mind relaxing for a bit, without worrying too much.

"Ok," I said quietly as I stood up. I walked back towards the hall, pausing when he spoke up again.

"My room is next to yours so if you need anything, just come ask. It was lovely meeting you Yeosang, I have a feeling we're going to be good friends," he said giving me a gentle smile.

"Likewise Jongho, likewise..."

A/N 

Here is Chapter 6 everyone, I hope you all enjoyed it

Yeosang has officially met all of the boys now! What do you think about his interaction with Jongho?

Hope you're all happy and healthy and thank you for reading