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"Aaaw, come on Baby, you'll have to do better than that," Mark chided as he flung yet another sharp knife at Renjun, chuckling when the smaller dodged it - but only barely. The Chinese male then proceeded to shoot at the man again, though missing, as usual.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, checking his magazine and rolling his eyes when he realised he had about three bullets left. He hated using guns, since his aim was crap and his eyesight wasn't particularly magnificent. There weren't many options though, for a boy with fears and trauma. He refused to do sharp shooting, sniping, or close combat with daggers for fear of screwing it all up.

Mark had tried him with everything, but somewhere deep within the gang leader, he knew Renjun would never truly be happy to hold something dangerous. Not when every torturous instrument under the sun had been used on him. That was of little importance though, and he would equip the teen with what he needed to survive.

That's what it all came down to in the end. Survival.

"Mark! Can't we just give it a rest? I'm hungry!" Renjun hissed while ducking under the kitchen table when his love threw another knife. It snagged against the wood and embedded itself there, only for Mark to retrieve it and crouch down to peer under the surface at the other.

"You know," be smiled softly, "You have a clear shot at me right now. Shoot."

Renjun was holding the blasted weapon up with shaky hands, the barrel trembling from his jolty movements. His eyes were boring into the older's, but more so with affection than seriousness. "....No."

"God, you're really placing me in a concerning position, here," Mark sighed, playing with one of his infamous blades. "If I can't be sure that you're able to protect yourself, then I can't let you outside."

"I don't want to go outside."

"Lies. It does get lonely down here, Lovely, I know it does. And Jaemin, for all he's one entertaining asshole, can't be the only person you see day in and day out. Come on, why don't we try this again?" He extended his hand to the younger, chuckling when he reluctantly took it and allowed himself to be pulled out.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this," Renjun muttered. "I hate the pressure. Can't you just run away with me? Let's just go, and be normal, like everyone else."

"I'm not normal though. Jupiter is my home, my family, and my life. Out there where you come from....it's like visiting a different country. Our cultures clash."

"Then try new things."

"I can't," Mark deadpanned, standing straight and pushing his knife out to threaten Renjun's face. "Now, fight me Baby."

"After a snack-" he was cut off when the ravenette shoved him back against the counter, pinning him down against it with the handgun spinning off across the floor, and raising his weapon of choice up to prepare for the win. "Hey!"

"You aren't taking this seriously," Mark gritted his teeth with narrowed eyes. His movements were lightning fast when he went to shove the dagger down and -unbeknownst to Renjun - land it beside his head. But of course, the younger couldn't have possibly worked out his plan, and thus reflexively grabbed the first thing his shaking hands could locate beside him.

A pair of kitchen scissors.

"Ow!" The Chinese boy hissed, opening the utensil and pushing the knife back away from his head. His fingers were turning white from the pressure he had to place on them, pushing with all his might. "Are you for real?!"

Mark only grinned deviously, pressing his hand down harder and breaking through his lover's defensive strength bit by bit. "Look at you. You're so stunning when you're serious."

"Kinky," Renjun only winked, drawing his leg up to kick him back and racing forward to push him down against the table. He shoved the scissors with full force down next to Mark's neck, breathing ragged and tongue glancing over his lower lip. "Gotcha, Baby."

The older merely stared up at him, hands dropping his dangerous weapons and coming up to cup the ethereal male's cheeks. Renjun didn't relent, unsure of whether it was a trap or not. He wasn't dumb enough to fall for his boyfriend's silly games anymore.

"They suit you," the taller hummed quietly, legs shifting apart as the other stood between them and sighed. He let go of the scissors after disembedding them from the wooden table.

"What do?"

"The scissors. They're...different. No one ever said you had to use mainstream tools. Hell, Taeil was a killer baseball bat swinger before he started acting as our full time armour."

"Mark, I'm not going out there and embarrassing myself with a pair of stupid scissors-"

"You sure?" The older smiled faintly, bringing the smaller's face down to kiss him as delicately as he could, to prevent them from going any father than they should've on a kitchen table. It wasn't like Renjun would've allowed it, anyway. "The element of surprise is key."

Stepping away, the brunette simply shook off his adrenaline rush and fanned his face tiredly. "Whatever you say. You better be careful though, big guy."

Mark sat up and gathered all of his knives around him, "Hm? Why?"

"One day these scissors might appear in your nightmares."

"They shall be my gift to you, oh kind sir," he giggled gently. "They were my favourite pair."

".....These were?"

"Mhm. For opening those stupid packs of jellies. What sick, twisted fuck made it so hard to infiltrate a packet of sweets?"

"Maybe it's better in the long run," Renjun scoffed while carefully handling his new partner - the silver and used kitchen tool. "You won't get fat."

"Hey, I'll be fat if I want to."

"Ay, ay."

The door was suddenly thrown open with a crowd of starving members bustling in to retrieve some food for the soul. They peered over at their leader and his boyfriend briefly, noted the strange stance both were in, and ignored it to continue on with their safe missions.

Jaemin followed in behind them and groaned, ripping a slice of bread from the loaf going around and deciding not to toast it since once he parted from it, he'd probably never see it again. "Hey fuckers. Did we ruin a moment?" He shoved the food item in his mouth.

"If you call disowning a gun a moment, then yes, you fucking did, Dickhead!" Renjun snapped.

"Oh thank god. I thought you were actually about to say something relevant there. I thought the world was falling to shit."

"Suck my dick, Nana! I'll cut out your eyes here and now, fry 'em up and feed them to the fishies!"

"I'll be saved from seeing you everyday!"

Mark whined, rubbing his face as though the torture never ended and got up off the table. "I'm going for a walk."

"Look! You're making Mark uncomfortable!" Jaemin snarled, though inside both, they knew they loved seeing each other. It was always interesting.

"Oh, that's not me, Genius. That's you and your fucking ugly face!"

It never ends, Mark thought dismally while trailing out, grabbing a piece of chocolate from the bowl on the counter and leaving his team behind. One of these days I'll knock their thick skulls together.

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