"L-Lucas?" Sunhee said stunned. "W-what are you doing here?" The dreamies behind her went rigid. 

The next sentence he said crushed their hearts.

"Who are you?"

Tears slipped down Sunhee's face as she snarled at Taeyong pulling out one of her knives. "What did you do to him?!" She screeched. 

The leader involuntarily take a step back at the rage displayed by the 4 teenagers in front of him. One boy, with blue and black toned hair stepped forwards, "Maybe he doesn't want to be with you anymore. You're children." He said.

Sunhee's teeth ground against each other. "He would never do that." She bit out. "You can't erase the mark of family."

An older brown haired boy stepped forward. "But you can forget it." He said, his gaze as cold as ice.

"They erased his memory." Said a shocked voice over the comm. "They made him forget us." A crash sounded. "H-h-hey what are you doing-" The comm shut off. 

"Chenle!" A gasp sounded from Renjun. "W-what?! M-"

"Renjun! Chenle!" Sunhee gasped rushing back towards the van. That's when the first shot was fired. A bullet grazing skimming Sunhee's shoulder. Her eyes widened as the object flew past her. 

Her face went void of emotion as she turned back towards United. "I'm not losing another member of my family to you." She said, her voice as cold as ice. She threw the knife that was in her hand at the blond who leapt away dodging the weapon. However another knife was already whistling through the air, nicking the boy's neck.

Jisung was engaged with the boy known as Ten. Haechan was throwing his special grenades that exploded whipped cream. Jaemin was guarding Jungwoo and firing at anyone who got too close. Jeno was busy sniping at the boys who were trying their best to predict where the shots would be fired from.

Everything was going great. Until one moment.

Jisung was locked in a chokehold with a knife at his neck. His face was pale and his eyes wide and terrified. 

"I suggest you stop." Taeyong boomed. Sunhee sharply turned towards the sound of his voice, her eyes widening at the youngest.

Her gaze turned feral. "Let. Him. Go."