They were late.

*Hyo-man checked the time on his phone, then shoved it back into his pocket like it pissed him off. It wasn’t even that late, maybe three minutes tops—but when you’re doing sketchy shit behind the backs, three minutes felt like disrespect.

He leaned against the wall, one foot kicked up lazily, trying to look unbothered. Truth was, he didn’t even need help for this. He could yank some loser’s phone out of their hands on his own. But these days, people were getting cautious. Whispering shit. And after that whole incident with Hu-min and Hyun-tak hanging around more? Yeah—doing things solo started to feel risky.

So he picked someone. Someone who wasn’t exactly weak, but wasn’t brave either. Someone easy to push around. Someone who’d do what he said without too much noise.

They finally showed.

He didn’t greet them. The plan was simple: take phones from one of the first-years. Fast and clean.

Hyo-man sighed, loud and annoyed, like he was dealing with a child.

“Just do what I said, and no one gets hurt, alright?” he muttered, keeping his voice low but sharp. “You think this is shit? It’s real business.”