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The night was long and so was the patience of that particular maroon suited boy.

Perfectly seated at his place with one leg crossed over the other, an expression of amusement etched upon his face, fingers currently trailing down the wine glass on the table, smudging a drop that had managed to roll down the surface when he had taken a sip. The lad was extraordinarily calm and collected, showing almost no signs of hostility or loosing patience, such a striking contrast to the berserk mob around him.

Behind him, one of the boys in black was already loosing his shit.

"Excalibur I swear on the tenth heaven, keep that gigantic ass of yours in place, or else-" the earpiece bellowed, the gritty voice repeatedly striking his eardrum while he was trying his level best to keep his anger down and not pull out his gun and create an immediate havoc in the place.

"But these men-"

"I don't want to hear about any men right now, Bur," the voice spoke again, "Stay on ground and do not take a single step forward or backward or sideways until Mars says so."

"Why Mars-"

" 'Cause Mars has brains, and you don't!"

The little commotion between the lad and the man on the other side of the earpiece was almost unheard by the roaring crowd of the room. Excalibur tried his best to stay quiet and not let his inner demons out, and occasionally let himself fidget around or poke the other boy standing beside him.

"Your father would have never done this to me!" the heavy voice cried, a thick palm continuously banging the surface of the mahogany table, "I've known Lucifer for years and I can guarantee with my soul that this decision was not his but yours!"

The young boy smiled in amusement and took another sip from his glass. Putting his hands back on his lap in a formal manner, he looked up at the older man and spoke, "I'm sorry Sir, but I guess you're forgetting that this decision was in fact, taken by my father."

Mars stuck out his right hand and immediately, one of the two boys beside him handed him a sheet. He then slided it forward for the man to see and upon looking at the sheet, the man was shocked.

"As you can see well Sir, the paper clearly bears my father's signature," the boy spoke, voice laced with complete confidence, "I hope this suffices all your questions and you could quickly fill that empty blank there with your signature as soon as possible so that we could bid a peaceful farewell. Do we have a pen here?"

A sudden loud bang startled everyone and upon turning his head, Mars saw the man in front of him standing, with his hands on the table, eyes boring straight into his soul and an expression, purely murderous.

"I'm not going to sign it at your saying, Mars," he growled, "Ask Lucifer to visit me personally about this matter."

Mars laughed loudly, "You must be forgetting that I'm that man's son, Mr. Wu." Taking the last sip from the glass, he looked up with an expression of seriousness and fun, tinge of anger mingled, "Looks like you ain't in the mood. Alright. I'm giving you a week, Sir. You better sign it and send it to us by then. But, pay heed to this. As soon as the deadline is crossed, the casinos and nightclubs and all your underground business will immediately be snatched off. Whatever leisure this paper offers, none will be provided if the deadline is not respected. Till then, next time."

The boy got off his seat and fixed his suit, motioning his men and the two boys with him to follow him, a smirk of confidence curling the edges of his lips. But before he could cross the threshold of the door, a loud gunshot reverberated across the place.

"Mars, we need to leave immediately," Phoenix cried, "C'mon."

Without turning around even for once, the boys ran, closely followed by their men, as gunshots poured from behind. Dodging and using the best of their legs, they sprinted down the staircases and ran for their lives. In occasions, they did turn around and fire at the mob following them but as soon as they escaped the main doors, they didn't even think of looking back anymore. Thanks to their efficient men that they didn't have to worry much about their safety.

The vehicle was ready and the man was in a hurry.

"In! In! Mars go. Bur and Nix, immediately," he screamed, as the boys went inside and the door was about to be shut.

"What about the others?" Mars cried, eyes fixated at the building which was now echoing with screams and gunshots in the deserted area.

"There's a different vehicle for them," the man informed as he shut the door and hurried up to take the driver's seat, "I need to deport you three first. If anything happens to any of you, your father will behead me."

With that he started the car and drove off at top speed, leaving behind a pandemonium of a murderous scene.

"Hey hey Mar- I mean Hw- Ouch San! What the fuck?" One of the boys in black suit cried out, as the other boy beside him had gladly attached his teeth upon his shoulder.

"San," the maroon suited boy spoke, looking at him in disapproval, "Why are you biting him?"

"This boy deserves it!" cried San, as he hit the one beside him on his head, "He kept on nudging me and disturbing me throughout the time there."

"I-I didn't-"

"Mingi," the boy spoke again, "I've seen it. You had been disturbing San all that time, admit it."

"I- fine," Mingi replied with a pout, crossing his arms at his chest and lowering his head, "I was bored."

"I was bored too, Mighty Excalibur!" came a loud reply from San.

"San, shh! I'm trying to think," said Mars.

"Ohh okay, but hyung?"

"Mn?"

"Do you think he'll actually sign the papers?"

"He has to, Sannie," replied Mars with a satisfied smile, "He doesn't know yet what I'm capable of if my rules are broken."

"Hwa hyung is so strong!" clapped Mingi, instantly glowing up like a child and immediately earning a look of disgust from the other two.

"Wha- I just appreciated you," his face fell again, "You-You don't know how to take my compliments-"

"No one asked for them," San retorted, while loosing his tie.

"San-"

"San! Mingi! Both of you! Shut up! Let me think!"

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He could see the world whirling around him in a whirlpool of nothingness, a sharp pang of pain contorting his chest, a burning sensation churning in his stomach. His head felt heavy and his entire body seemed to not move at all. He lay on the bathroom floor, after throwing up all the contents into the toilet beside him. There was no one to help him out, no one to carry him back to his bed. He couldn't even cry for help. At last, he knew, he had to move by himself.

With a painful effort and after falling twice on the floor in succession, he managed to walk out of the bathroom door and immediately collapse on the bed as soon as he reached it. Awful would be a weak word. He felt terrible. He wanted to die at that moment. Memories of his bitter past rushed back to him in that painful timing, and all he wanted was them to be forgotten. Clutching his hairs and curling himself into a ball, he let warm tears trickle down his eyes and soak the pillow cover.

He didn't want to think of him, yet, he couldn't help it. He didn't want to think of his name, yet, he couldn't help it but falter it out in an unconscious state of mind, in between his tears and his sobs.

"Sangie..."

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Twists??

Mnhmm~

Any predictions? Feel free to comment<3

(Also, for the ones who've already read this far, I've made certain changes in Chapter III. Do check it out if there's any confusion<3)

Will come back soon with another cp!

It'll all get better from now on hehe! And Matz moments?? Coming soon~<3

Till then, take care y'all~

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[P.S: Next cp might have smut~~? Mnhm? But not Matz! Then who? Guess~~( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)]