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Mark leaned against the rail of the promenade, his black hair -which had gotten a bit long- fluttered in the breeze. The streetlights illuminated the night, and parties were creating festive noises at this hour.

The mafia leader pulled out of the metal bar, leaning back and closing his eyes as the cool air washed over his usually stressed self. Today was a special day though, and someone important to him had ordered him not to burn out.

His eyes fluttered open at the feeling of a warm hand on his shoulder, causing him to stand straight again and smile cutely. "Why are you out here? Surely everyone is still awake. It's only," he checked his expensive watch, "Half one in the morning."

"Well, most of them are still sane and conscious after the eighteenth round of beer pong," the blonde smiled happily, shuffling over to stand by his best friend and lean against his shoulder. "Thanks for today, Markie."

"It's not everyday you turn eighteen. You're officially a big boy now," the older teased, earning a smack to his shoulder. "Woah, ow. Jeez, I'm sorry Jaem, I'm sorry."

"Psh, call me Nana in public, would you? I don't need people knowing my real name...."

Mark gushed, pinching his cheeks and pulling him in for a tight hug. It felt like the pair of them against the world, what with the cold winds ruffling their loose clothes, the the moon shrouded in grey clouds watching their moment and criminal labels they held quite proudly. Standing about in the open like this was pretty dangerous, yet Mark always managed to stay under the radar.

Nobody really knew the true faces of Jupiter, and the mafia wanted to keep it that way.

"Happy birthday, Nana," Mark hummed against his ear, pulling away from the embrace and admiring the man the blonde had become. They had been in this group together for roughly five years. Five years of untested trust and loyalty.

"Mmm, thanks. Now I can shoot Renjun for calling me a baby-"

"You will do no such thing!" The older hissed, flicking his forehead and rolling his eyes playfully. "When will you two learn to get along?"

"Probably never. He seems to think I'm in love with you, which literally flips my stomach."

"Am I that bad?"

"Yup. Big brother vibes."

Mark giggled joyously, leaning over the railing and shaking his head with a smile. "A day will come when you two must look after each other, you know. Having one another's back is important, even if we're a group of untrustworthy criminals. Don't forget who your family are."

"You're my only family," Jaemin sighed wearily, letting his fringe fall over his eyes and obscure his view of the glittering river. "I don't trust anyone else."

"Mmm. Keep it that way."

"Agh, wait! That's my hair, that's my hair!" Donghyuck shrieked, trying to untangle the sticky play-dough from his locks. A small child of about three years old was laughing excitedly, watching as he struggled.

Jisung wasn't in any better shape, battling a disgusting mess of melted ice-pops on the table. There were wooden sticks, slush and melted ice dripping down onto the seats.

"When does our shift end?" The young leader begged, on the verge of tying all the little rascals up and taking a minute to settle down. "I didn't sleep well enough last night to withstand this abuse."

Jisung chuckled cutely, grimacing when blue, sticky liquid touched off his fingers. "We only have ten more minutes. Think you can hang in there?"

"No!"

"Well, that makes the two of us."

Donghyuck subtly looked up from the child's hands he was holding away from his face, eyeing Jisung and finding himself unable to suppress a soft smile. The blonde was so lovely, a real gem in a collection of fakes. His patience and tolerance were enviable, along with his gorgeous nature, attractive exterior and all-round charismatic attitude.

He was perfection, as far as anyone else could tell. Donghyuck, a man trained to detect lies and deceit, couldn't fault the young daycare worker on anything.

It's a pity he won't let loose, the brunette thought, standing up and walking over to help the taller out, he deserves to be young every once in a while, rather than permanently on duty.

"Okay, I'm going to bring these cups into the kitchen. By the time this lot are all cleaned up and ready to go home, it'll be closing time," Jisung chirped, stacking some plastic cups and balancing them in his arms. He then trailed out of the large room and down the hall.

Hyuck sighed, grabbing a wet cloth and wiping down the remaining mess. His eyes were drooping from lack of sleep, and the idea of curling up tonight sounded appealing.

Just when he thought that perhaps he could take a break, the brunette remembered he had arranged to meet that Jaemin guy. His hand stopped moving, and he stared at the round table for a moment.

He's definitely odd, and even I can tell that much. Renjun told me to keep my wits about me, but maybe I'm just paranoid. If he was once a part of Jupiter, he must've been a special member in order to be 'let go'. Unless of course......he escaped.

The bell upon the wall, next to the modern clock, rang loudly. It's irritating racket made the male cringe, and he stood up straight again to deposit the dirty cloth in the washing pile.

A certain tingle traveled down his spine, something apparently only he could feel. Once Donghyuck had asked about the 'feeling', but everyone had given him this blank look and said 'it's your special thing'.

It meant 'danger', or some sort of warning. He always got it before someone attacked him, or if he was being watched. Even when he was a child, he sensed these things like an extra set of eyes.

The children all pulled their coats and jackets from the rack, getting ready to go themselves and lining up in front of the door. Jisung returned with a soft smile, opening it up and telling them to wait for their parents.

As the brunette stared out at the window, into the toasted sky stained by the setting sun, he had a thought.

Something has changed.

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