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@✦ Hongseok "Might happen," Jeongin admitted and shrugged, tasting the dough before adding another egg and some sugar. "I am not good with teleportation. I often just poof." Mostly when he was in a strong emotional state but that was something he was really trying to hide from people. He did not want everyone to see how bad he could be, how bad his emotions could be. It was enough that his parents knew about it and his closer friends. It was embarrassing. "I'll try my best not to accidentally teleport in when you have things going on with a boyfriend of some sorts," he winked and wiggled his eyebrows before he nodded. "I think I put in enough eggs!" He then turned the heating of the oven on.

"Everyone wants cake," Jeongin said and pouted when Hongseok took the bowl from his hands. "A cake does change a big thing! You should taste it! I am really good with making cake!" He whined slightly. Truth was, he was not good with being alone. It scared him. All his life he had been surrounded by voices. Either suffering ones, whispering voices, crying. It had been scary at first but he had grown up with it and now it was all silent. And it was hard to take. "Come on. At least this one time. As a celebration of us being here!" He smiled brightly at Hongseok. "Please~!"

@✦ Jeongin "Oh so just because you can teleport that means you can do whatever? In another situation maybe I would have said hell yes cause who needs lame rules of the good, but not in this one when YOU are invading MY personal space. " Hongseok didn't know that guy too well but there is one thing Jeongin was pretty famous about - the fact his power is completely unpredictable. "What if next time you teleport in my bedroom? Or my bathroom? Just because you live next door doesn"t mean that you can take over my place too! What if i was showering? "

Hongseok was not gonna give up just like that, it didn't matter how stubborn his "neighbor" could be, because he was not gonna take a step back from his words either. "I don't want a cake, get out- " Hongseok leaned dangerously close, grabbing the bowl and pulling it from the other's hands, Jeongin didn't seem eager to let go at all. "Get. Out. Now. A cake is not gonna change a thing. " It wasn't like he hated sweet things but he was easy to piss off so he let that side of him get through and 'lost track of all polite words he was told' when stepping into Euphoria.

@✧ Hyunjoong “You didn’t need to show me anything,” he protests, stopping at the door when he realises you were getting rather annoyed, it amuses him.
“Oh yeah? I bet you think they are all great people...” he comments with a laugh, turning towards you with a smirk, “I think I’m god’s gift to earth? And what do you think you are? Son of T’challa and Storm, mm? All you’ve done so far is brag, so you really shouldn’t think you’re so high and mighty...“
He looks at your wallet when you take it out, and he clicks his tongue, “You can’t be serious, I don’t want your ing charity...”

@✦ Jiyong [Will do.]

Hyun Joong rolled his eyes. "If I was trying to show off, I'd have done a lot more than that. You asked, so I was showing you." This kid was getting to be obnoxious. "Believe what you want, but FYI, I have friends who are from Malum and Art and Matic don't have a problem with them, so maybe it's just you.
"I'd rather be trusting than an egotistical jerk who thinks he's God's gift to earth. And I follow my instincts which are never wrong."
He scoffed. "Sorry, not a chance of that happening." He pulled out his wallet. "How much is your fee. I'll pay it for you to leave and forget we met." He smiled, but it was overly sweet.

@✧ Hyunjoong [ok, just let me know if it gets too much]

He looks at the mini tornado in your hand and snorts: “such a show off...” he commented, rolling his eyes, “sure, the meat...” he added rather disbelieving, if there were a sort of people he didn’t trust, those were certainly the ones who try very hard to be nice.
“You’re not going to last very long if you let in every person from Malum, you know? Powers or not, you’re way too trusting...”
He laughs bitterly, “friends? I’d be more interested if you were an actual e. I lost my day fee because of you...”

@✦ Jiyong [Haha no. I actually like the attitude.]

"Yea. My father is T'challa and my mom is known as Storm, so I have enhanced speed, strength, healing and more, plus I can control the weather to an extent." To prove his point, he created a small tornado in his hand. "Oh. So. You're still a person just like everyone else." He suddenly smells something and he sniffs. "Haha, no I think they smell the meat you ate on you." His dogs hated anyone who had meat and didn't give them any, even him.
Hyun just nodded. "That's good then I guess."
Scoffing, he shrugged. "You didn't exactly tell me why you were here, so I had no way to know." He didn't get upset or even frustrated. When the other got rude, he kept his same cool demeanor. "Nope. Definitely not a e and I'm friends with everyone, so I figured we could be friends too." He shrugged.

@✧ Hyunjoong “Powers?” He repeats, feeling slightly less at ease, what has he gotten himself into?
He watches you even more closely, careful of your every movement, “Because I’m from Malum, that’s why... so you might think me hot, but the same can’t be said for your doggies...”
He snort slightly, “there haven’t been complaints so far...”
But the realisation that he is in the wrong place with the wrong person makes him growl in annoyance, “Oh for ’s sake, and you tell me now?” He protests, looking at the clock on the wall and seeing how he’s now way too late for the original appointment, “,” he walks towards the door, “who in the right mind let’s someone pick him off the street like that? What did you think I wanted? Are you a e or something?”

[sorry >> Jiyong is a little mean >> cough ]

@✦ Jiyong He forgot not everyone here had abilities like his. "My mom and dad wanted to make sure I control all of my powers, so they made me fight using them." He shrugged then chuckled as he raised a brow. "Why would they be racist?"
How they got onto this topic, he didn't know, but it was amusing. "I see. Well, I'm sure they appreciate that." He chuckled. He wasn't a , but it had been a while and usually he was the dominant one. He had forgotten what it felt like to be taken. He shook the thoughts off. They didn't even know one another, so why would he think such thoughts.
"Okay, I'm confused. I think you may have the wrong guy. I don't have anything to send other than a gift for my mother and I can just take that to her."

@✧ Hyunjoong He watches you carefully, “Train for what?” He asks, wondering if the dogs simply don’t like him because he is from Malum, “I’m afraid your dogs are simply racist...”
He chuckles again at your words, amused by the turn of the conversation, “I didn’t say it was wrong, I just said I prefer to be hot... I’m the one who usually plows the cute boys...” He his lips, “If they deserve it, that is...”
He leans closer to you, trying to see if you’re playing with him, “the package I’m supposed to carry out the city... what kind of game are you playing? If you want it out by today we need to get on with it..”

@✦ Jiyong [Oh. Okay. Thank you.]

"You're welcome." He smiles and looks out the window at the dogs running around with their toy and bone. He loved them both. They were his best friends.
He chuckled. "They do. Normally even when I used to train they wouldn't try to help me. Not even when I'd lose, so I don't understand it." He'd had lots of fights too.
Hyun scoffed. "Oh really? Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with being cute. Then again, I find girls cute, but I'd never want to sleep with one." He shrugged, completely confident in his uality.
Now it was his turn to frown. "Package? What package?"

@✧ Hyunjoong [you can use past tense if you want? I don't mind reading it, I just can't write it properly >_< ]

"Thanks," he answers politely as he takes the bottle of water and looks at it, he's a curious one, everything tells him something about you and your family, even the choice of water brand.
"Do they? They are just dogs, I'm not sure how much they would know.." he says amused, taking a long sip of water and sighing at the feeling of water down his throat.
He chuckles at the reply, a little smirk curling on his lips and he pushes himself off the counter to walk closer to the surely younger male, "That's better... I like to be y and hot, being cute is not as fun..."
He frowns at the question, finally starting to see the pattern.
"I am here for the job... the package?"

@✦ Jiyong [Okay. I'll try to stick with that, but I'm better at past tense.]

Hyun Joong nods and grabs another bottle from the fridge. He hands it to his visitor and smiles. "Here you are." Leaning back against the fridge, he smiles to himself.
"But they know I can take care of myself. And I highly doubt you'd have come to my house if you were dangerous." No one messes with him, because he is friendly to everyone.
Shaking his head, the man laughed. "No. I think you're hot." He shrugs as he sips his water. One thing his parents taught him is to always be honest and he didn't see any harm in giving the man a compliment.
"Huh? No. He would have had you come to his house. Wait, why are you here?" He is getting more confused by the minute.

@✧ Hyunjoong [sorry, gotta switch to present tense cause I’m confusing meself xD ]

“Some water would be great,” he says as he watches you closely, wondering what kind of merchandise would a clean-faced guy like you need to send.
“It would be weird if they didn’t, I could be dangerous,” he shrugs one shoulder and leans his back on the side of the table, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Not so bad myself? Surely you don’t think I’m cute?” He interjects, distracted by the topic of conversation, rather amused by your comeback.
He frowns at your words, wondering what council business you’re talking about, “was it your father who asked for me?”

@✦ Jiyong Hyun Joong went back to the kitchen and opened his fridge. "Want something to drink?" He grabbed some water for himself.
"They aren't used to strangers, so I'm sorry about that. Usually they don't growl at others." He still didn't fully understand it or like it, but they were animals. It was their nature.
He laughed. "Well thank you. You're not bad yourself." He took a sip of his water. "Alright. So, what can I do for you? And if it has to do with my father, I can't help. I don't get involved in council business." It wouldn't be the first time someone had asked him to.

@✧ Hyunjoong He looked at the dogs suspiciously as they followed him inside the house, but he relaxed visibly when you let them out the back door.
"They are quite impressive..." he said as he watched them through the glass, for a while deep in thought. And then he turned towards you, eyes fixing on you.
"Alright. So let's get down to business, mm? As cute as you are, I'm not here to spend the day ogling you, mm?" he exclaimed eventually, walking closer.

@✦ Jiyong The dogs sat back at Hyun Joong's feet and just wagged their tails. They weren't used to strangers, but their dad was calm, so they were too.
"Yep. That's me." He smiled, trying to be friendly and feeling curious about what the guy wanted. He didn't usually get visitors other than family.
"Um, sure. Come on in." This must be serious, so he opened the door for the man to walk inside ahead of him. The dogs followed and he opened the back door for them to go out and play. He was a pretty trusting people.

@✧ Hyunjoong Jiyong froze in his spot the moment the dogs growled in his direction, hands balling into fists, he’d really like not to be bitten today.
“Hyun Joong,” he repeated, wondering of it was a real name at all, relaxing fractionally when the dogs quiet down.
“Could we go somewhere more private?* he asked next, unwilling to do business in the open, too many people could see. Too dangerous.

@✦ Jiyong Hyun was petting his dogs when he heard the man's voice and he was shocked when Art and Matic both started to growl at the stranger. He frowned at them. "Yah! What is wrong with you two. Stop it!" They stopped growling, but didn't move from their spots facing the stranger with their teeth bared. "Hi Jiyong. It's nice to meet you. I'm Hyun Joong. What can I do for you?" He'd never seen the guy before, but then there were plenty of people he didn't yet know.
He wasn't the type to be rude unless given a very good reason. Even people being rude to him wasn't good enough.
The guy was certainly attractive enough, but the way he dressed gave the young prince pause. Was he one of the VKs? Not that it mattered, because he treated everyone the same.

@✧ Hyunjoong Jiyong came around the corner of the building in a brisk walk, he was never too comfortable going where the ‘good’ people lived, although he did it more often than not, there was always the chance of attracting too much attention, alerting authorities, or simply heading into a trap.
He didn’t really have a choice though, he needed to make the money necessary to survive, he needed to keep his eyes peeled for danger just as much as for his little brother.
When he saw the man on the stairs, with dogs, he headed directly towards him, it had to be his contact.
“Hey!” He called as he jogged the last steps, eyes moving over the other’s body.
“I’m here. I’m Jiyong.”

@✦ Jiyong Hyun Joong has just come back from his afternoon run, but he didn't feel like going inside and his dogs seemed to be enjoying the outdoors more than normal today, so he threw their toys for them to chase while he sat on the steps. He had been spending more and more time lately studying about his ancestors and he'd learned a lot. His mother's family was harder find things out about, but he was persistent. Today, he'd put all of that stuff away and decided to just relax. For him that meant spending time with his dogs, cooking, reading, writing and drawing. He was excited to start a new drawing for his mother. It was something he was sure would surprise her and that always made him happy. Yea he was a Mama's boy, but he loved his father just as much. He sighed as the dogs lost interest in their game and ran around chasing one another.

@✧ Daesung Oh man, there was quite some trouble brewing there. And Minho had no intentions of being dragged into it though he was clearly already in the middle of it. A child who wanted to see his roots and parents who were clearly against it. Stupid, definitely, Euphoria was one of the safest places and the Starks had the best equipment and ways to ensure safety even more. It was rare that something happened, at least to the public eye. Behind the curtains it was something else but no one knew about it after all. Hurriedly he bowed to the parents of the male and then just stood there with him for a long moment before the younger said to not talk here and even had to ask for his name again. Understandable, though, he probably was tense as hell – at least after this situation it seemed to Minho like it.

“I’m Minho. Minho Stark,” he said and looked at the other. “You are Daesung, right?” He was good with remembering faces and names, especially when it came to, well clients. He slowly started to follow him, looking around. He had to admit he barely knew the area so he just hoped the other did – if not he could always use a device to help them around if they got lost. Slowly he shook his head. “Your parents are quite protective, mh?” Minho asked after a bit of walking with the other. He did not exactly feel like he was talking to a client but maybe more to a friend despite the fact they barely knew each other. “My parents often still see me as a child too,” he sighed and shook his head. He had long grown up and was an adult with an adult mind despite him liking adventures and challenges. He was responsible. They just could not see it.

For a moment he was quiet and then he looked at the other again. “You do know, you do not need your parents’ consent to do this, right? We will not stop working on it, honestly. I would do it for you but, well…” Now that was embarrassing to admit. “I can’t swim.” He shrugged slightly. No, he really meant it. He liked the idea of that suit as he clearly would never get in one of his father’s suit simply because Minho hated heights. And he was definitely not going to fly or move in that in case it lost control. But he could also not swim so it was out of range for him as well. “But we are working on it and it is super interesting. The suit, I mean.”

@✦ Hongseok "Manners do not matter to a guy with teleportation!" Jeongin said, clearly ignoring the fact that he was trespassing and that he had a hard time controlling his powers sometimes. "Also your door was open and I really need eggs!" He huffed and looked at the male, not caring, and wandered into the kitchen and grabbing the amount of eggs he needed for the cake. He liked baking, despite the fact that evil should probably not like it. But he did. And he loved baking for toher people even more.

"I broke my eggs," Jeongin said deadpanned and looked at the other with puppy eyes. "Also I easily get lost and it is easier to just use yours. You were not using them anyways," he then added and huffed, looking the other straight in the eyes before breaking the eggs and letting them fall right into his bowl. "You can have some of the cake though. I am great at baking!" He grinned and took another egg, ignoring that the guy was trying to throw him out. He had always been extremely stubborn and he was not here to change that. "Also stop complaining. My company is nice and it gives you almost free cake!" He grinned brightly at Hongseok and started to mix the ingredients, sitting on the counter with the bowl in his lap. "What is your favourite cake, Hongseok?" he asked, showing that, of course, he knew the other's name. How could he not after all?

@✧ Minho Daesung could feel his chest sink into his feet as the young man at the door proceeded to boldly attempt to convince his overly protective and doting parents about a piece of machinery. Now, given he didn't have doubt on the company or its workers, but his parents were a different ball game. Turning to his slowly smoldering mother, he could sense the trouble boiling within despite the safety features and accompaniment options mentioned tp provide and insure safety. At this point, Daesung knew it wasn't just safety anymore- like somewhere deep down he knew his parents had just flat out given up on the notion. Something about the failures of the past haunted them far too much to see reason, or attempt it again regardless of protocol.

"Uh- you know mom I see where he's coming from- but seeing as how he's not gonna take no for an answer.." As he spoke, Ariel visibly began to crack as her brow furrowed and her lips pressed thin, curled inward, they'd done it now. Daesung began to put a little distance between his mother as the sentence continued;"..let me just go with him so that i can talk to the head of the operation and put a stop to it. S-surely you don't want him to take mm-my measurements here..err right?" Seeing his mother so enraged really put him in a uncomfortable position, so much to the point he was started to stutter- but luckily his father saw the fear and understood;"Ariel, sweetheart I think it's best we let him go for now." Eric's loving hand rested upon his wife's raised, tense, right shoulder. She had more to say for sure, but she was in the public eye, and something about the situation gave her the conclusion to let it go.. for now.

In silence, she backed away and shut the door. .....then finally after what felt like a full minute he sighed in relief. "Er.. I'm sorry- .. uh.. what was your name again? I'm really sorry, can we.. not talk here?" Daesung gestured the other to follow him, even if by chance it wasn't in the right direction. Embarrassment, he didn't even recall this guy's name yet already they seemed to have a intimate picture of his personal life. A couple of times, words pressed at the corner of his lips, and he'd open his mouth to say something- but felt nothing else could be said to rectify the humiliation they'd just witnessed, rather, he hung his head low and walked in silence.

@✦ Jeongin Finally, Hongseok was free. Was this a dream? It felt unreal that he would no more be around his mother Maleficent that shaped such a big part of his life that it somehow annoyed him. And to top it all, this was a place all for himself, every little thing in his residence felt like a luxury because the place he had lived all his life in Malum was so much worse than this. There were good kids around Euphoria, but here? No one to annoy him.

Little did he think that he was way too much in a hurry with these thoughts as he was peacefully laying down on the couch, an arm lazily up on his face covering his eyes, he sighed. Suddenly a noise caught his attention, what was that? Hongseok growled getting up only to see that annoying brat- Hades's son at HIS place. "What the hell are you doing here? Haven't you heard about manners?" As if his words were hitting an invisible barrier and evaporating into thin air, the other continued to the kitchen. " I am NOT giving you anything. Use your own eggs or buy if you need, don't take mine. " In reality he didn't really need the eggs, but doing something nice to help someone else? As his mother says that would be a fall of a villain and a disgrace to the family. "Get out, cake boy, now."

@✧ Daesung If there was one pet peeve Minho had it was when people called him “the Stark’s kid”. Yes, of course, he was Tony Stark’s son but he was not a kid anymore. Had not been for quite a while now. He had finished some of his masters already when others had still been in high school, he was working with Tony Stark, not because it was his father but because he was good, no, great, and he had some respect from people, owned it himself, not because of Tony Stark. He knew it was harder with such a big name, even in Euphoria, and still it bothered him. He slightly nodded and bowed slightly when the parents appeared.

It was easy to recognise that they seemed clearly troubled with him being here. It wasn’t the first time someone did not seem highly amused with Minho showing up but it was not like he minded it or took it in any way personal. He knew how people were, he knew how parents were. How overprotective they sometimes could be and how suffocating. And he knew how easily they could crush dreams.

“I’m Minho Stark, yes,” he said and showed them a friendly smile but not too bright. “Well, no, do not worry. We were having something like this on our watchlist for a while, just never had a reason to create it on our own so we always pushed it back. But it was the perfect opportunity. I see, you are concerned, right?” He showed both the parents a calming smile and shook his head. “No need to be. The suit is not only to swim under water but also to keep one safe. No matter the danger, the suit is fully programmed to make sure its owner will be in the best hands. And, of course, there will be tests before anyone will go on a journey with it.” He grabbed something from his bag and handed it to the parents and then a slightly thicker envelope to Daesung. “All details are in here. You can clearly read that your son will in no danger. Of course we can offer someone to be by his side if he ever decides to use the suit but by all due respect, I think your son should definitely use the chance. It is the best chance to be safe and sound and do something great for science.” He would have offered to swim with the other but that was rather hard as he was still unable to swim. He could create great machines and whatever people asked him to create but swimming was something he had never even once thought of learning. He regretted it a little bit.

“I am actually here to get more details on your son’s body measurements and any kind of conditions so we can optimise the suit and make sure he is all safe. I am sure you know how important it is to the Stark company to keep the people safe above all,” Minho added, making sure the parents would remember that, yes, Tony Stark would do anything for the people. “Of course you can come and see for yourself of how safe the suit is and that he will in no way be in danger.” He smiled at the son of Ariel and Eric – he wondered how suffocating they could be. Not that he doubted that they were surely great people, no no. But their son looked old enough and they had just voiced their worries he might get into more trouble than he already had gotten himself into. Oh, if those two just knew how much trouble Minho had been in himself and how safe he still was, despite his parents not knowing anything about it. “I will guarantee you, this suit is the safest you have ever seen.” He pointed at his laptop in his bag. “I can show you some samples if you’d like, of course.” He had it all on his laptop. Of course he could use some hologram science but that was in case the parents of the guy who desperately wanted to see the underwater world were not agreeing with him.

@✧ Minho "What are you rushing around for, dear?" Ariel called from the downstairs kitchen with a warm, yet worrisome tone. "I've gotten a email!" Daesung called from his upstairs bedroom while searching for his cellphone and wallet. As his endless search continued, almond shaped, chocolate brown eyes stared at the computer monitor that had his email inbox open with an email that read: 'A consultant will stop by your residence on 02/19/2020 in regards to the completion of your order and specified modifications.' With a exasperated sigh, Daesung paced with increasing agitation, where could his cellphone be? "Don't yell at your mother please." Eric, who'd been in the middle of shaving for the morning, stuck his head out from the bathroom adjacent to Daesung's bedroom room to give a firm stare;"I've mentioned this to you many-a-time." Difficult as it were, to not give an actual shout, the boy muttered a "I'm sorry" through clenched teeth.

"Don't need to say that sorry to me." Eric replied, leaning back into the bathroom to finish his morning routine. Daesung shook his head, as he'd better things to do than have an attitude with his parents over the fact he couldn't find his cellphone. Ah! At the corner of his eye from the head motion, was the glint of metal peeking from the top of the bed, wedged between the mattress and the headboard. He raised both hands in silent relief as if gesturing "there you are'. Just as the phone was on a downward path into the front pocket, it buzzed with a notification that read:'Arriving'

Scrambling down the stairs- the knock at the door. The knock seemed to echo through the house as if empty and the ceilings were much higher than they were. The pit in his stomach dropped;"I'll get it!" Attempting to sound heard without appearing suspicious, .. or "shout-y" lest his father have more to say. Grasping for the knob, Ariel turned in her chair to see her son fling open the door as if about to be hit by the sea at full force. Arching a brow, she rose from her chair, removed her rectangle, dark blue framed reading glasses and approached to see what the reaction was all about.

From a outsider's stand point, if the front door were opened, you could see a wooden stair case on the right side of the wall go up and wind left to an upstairs, to the center, a quaint little hallway with baby pictures of Daesung hung anywhere there was a space to be had, along with a small end table with a tiny flower vase and a variation of what looked to be a aquatic looking plant in it, and to the left a arched entry way from the kitchen where Ariel was approaching from.

"Hi there!" A stout, man of about 5'10 stood in the entry way with a dark grey tee with a picture of the coral reef on it, and a pair of blue jean shorts cut off at the knees complimented with some 'oldie but goodie' sneakers, .. unusually alarmed by the look on his face. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see something wasn't right, but Daesung did his best to appear as normal and non-worried as possible. "Y-yes you must be-uuhh.." Crap, he drew a blank at the most inopportune time. "Ah, are you Tony Stark's boy?" Ariel appeared with a tender expression, placing a hand on her son's shoulder;"What a pleasant surprise, and what's that? A underwater suit you say?" Whether notable or not, she firmly gripped Daesung's shoulder silently, this is it, busted. "Oh, n-no I was just inquiring of course... er.. i hope there hasn't been.. a mistake? I didn't request anything.." Daesung gave his mother the best implication that he'd no idea what the other young man was talking about, but unfortunately his mother was not buying it.

"Mhm.." Ariel's tender expression began to tighten and her brow hint at furrowing, yet as if by magic, she held her composure;"Well you tell your father, that I apologize if we've wasted his time, money or materials. My son is a very curious young man, and has a strong imagination. I don't want idle fantasies to place him in anymore danger than he has been in the past." Finally, she released her grip, and patted Daesung on the shoulder;"He takes after his father." Daesung nodded;"Yeah, maybe me looking around and talking gave him the idea, I swear I didn't request anything I just wish is all." Just then Eric comes down the stairs, pulling his tie into place;"Oh, that Tony's boy?!" Both parents look at eachother, and even though Ariel's expression cannot be seen, Eric's reaction to his wife, changed his from delighted, to troubled. At this point Daesung is just apart of a ride now, and he's looking desperately at the stranger with brows lifted in fear and lips pressed flat, as if silently pleading to help him.

@✧ Daesung Despite the fact that Minho could have most likely just used the car or some other transport, he had just walked through half of the town. He had time and listening to music while doing so always relaxed him – just like now. His father had asked him to do some more measurements with one of his clients. Well ‘clients’. If he was not entirely mistaken his father was doing it for free anyways because, honestly, this man had enough money for the rest of his life.

Ringing the bell of the cute door in front of him, he waited for it’s owner to appear. Daesung, if he was not entirely mistaken. And if he remembered right, his parents were Ariel and Prince Eric – that explained why the other wanted to go and see the underwater world. Something Minho had to admit he found interesting as well, with just one little problem: he could not swim. Though he rather kept that to himself.

Holding his laptop to himself, he looked up when the door opened to a rather handsome face. “Hello, I’m Minho. My father sends me, Tony Stark. The suit for the underwater adventure you requested, right?” He showed the other a warm smile – he had read about the suit and he had to admit, it was some great work Minho would like to know more about. And maybe even hear more about Daesung’s reasons to go and explore the water aside from the fact that his mother used to be a mermaid.

@✦ Hongseok It wasn't like Jeongin was not used to living alone. Actually, he had been living alone for quite a while as his father preferred to disappear the longer the older Jeongin got but it was still an entire strange feeling to be somewhere he had never been before. He liked the good side, the good world. It was fascinating and so much more developed than the evil side. He liked being here and he was not home sick or anything. But he felt lonely. The second the apartment door closed behind him he felt lonely. So he had started to cook, just to end up with dropping _all_ the eggs of the fridge. Great. Just ing great.

Sighing he was about to let himself fall into the chair he had yet to test when an idea sparked in his head. Maybe he could just check in with his neighbor. Not that he had not just annoyed the hell out of him once they had arrived, he was good with annoying Hongseok. And of course Jeongin had seen that other lived next to him which immediately made him excited. So he grabbed the bowl with the ingredients he had already used and rushed over.

Jeongin did not knock. Instead he just checked if he could open the door and, hey, it did. He grinned and rushed inside looking around. "Hongseok, hello! I will borrow eggs from you now!" he said and walked towards the kitchen - the apartments were all constructed the same way so he was lucky. "Unless you already used all of them! But I am making a cake!"