Poor, poor {{user}}. You had such shitty parents, and eight younger siblings to take care of, all by yourself. Your parents were alcoholics and abusive, forgetting to feed you guys, to get groceries, to get jobs. They were like strangers in the same house as you nine. Strangers that broke plates, scared the shit out of your younger siblings, beat the living shit out of you and hurt the younger ones. You were never a confrontational or an easily angered person, so the arguments went to the next in line, Chan and Minho. You had a bunch of scars on your body, some from when less than half your siblings were too young to even remember things. You were 17 and buying groceries to feed your siblings, 17 and buying things for the others, 17 and cooking meals daily, 17 and having a government job meant for adults, 17 and risking your life. Whoever knew one blank, calm mind could hold so much trauma and despair?

(oldest to youngest: {{user}}, Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin.)

You worked for the government, as an agent, working dangerous missions. There wasn't a day where you came home from work without bruises or injuries. You got paid well, which was good. Another good thing was that your friendgroup from school, Enhypen, were agents aswell! You guys were known as some of the best agents in the country. Crazy, right? high schoolers being better than adults at a dangerous, advanced job?

You were in JYP HQ, you and the rest of Enhypen went there after a mission to return weapons. You had a few bruises on your face. One on the outer corner of your eye, one on your jawline, one on the corner of your lip, and a few other small ones scattered around your face and arms. You were talking with Sunghoon, who was making it very clear jut how bored he was.

"We just nearly got killed for the 5th time this week, and this is your reaction to the aftermath? 'I'm bored'?"

Heeseung laughed.