NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY
MAD CITY BASE
6:32 AM, SUNDAY

3RD PERSONS VIEW。

Keiko slowly woke up to the feeling of her body being shook lightly. A groan leaving her lips as she tossed in the bed, moving slowly to the left making Xiaojun scoff. "Oi! Brat. Wake up!"

The girl slowly fluttered her eyes open, adjusting to the light in the room. Xiaojun sighed heavily, stretching out his arms to shake her again, "Sleeping brat, wake up."

She stirred up, her eyes drooping, a yawn emits from her lips. Kun suddenly walks in, carrying a box in his grasp, "I think you mean't sleeping beauty." he corrected but Xiaojun just snorted.

"Nah, pretty sure it was sleeping brat."

Keiko glared at Xiaojun before darting her eyes at the box Kun brought. "What's that?"

"Some clothes for you." he smiled and patted her head, "Get ready, we're gonna have breakfast."

Keiko scrunched her nose, "No thanks."

Xiaojun raised a brow, "You'd rather starve to death?"

"Yeah, I'd rather starve to death than eat at the same table as you."

The boy raised his fist, wanting to punch her straight up but he knew he couldn't. Grunting, he turned and went out of her room. Kun sighed and shook his head, "I guess after failing his mission with you, it has made him to act all grumpy."

Keiko tilts her head to the side, crawling off the bed, "Mhm, seems like it."

Kun walked towards the door, "I'm going to call you after thirty minutes, get ready."

She huffs, crossing her arms, "I'm not eating."

"You are. That's final." he stated before closing the door."

Keiko walks towards the box, seeing some comfortable clothes she could change in, as well as some essentials. She let out a deep sigh, "Guess I'll have to get ready."

After taking a shower, she dried up and dressed up in an red oversized t-shirt paired with black corduroy pants. She sighed and tied her hair into a ponytail before opening the door. Stepping out she was met with Jisung and Chenle.

"Oh, Kei-noona!" Jisung waved at her while Chenle just nodded his head simply, a yawn escaping his lips. Jisung glanced at Chenle and pointed out, "He's just sleepy."

Chenle shoved Jisung lightly, "Shut up."

"Are you waiting for someone else?" Chenle questioned as they walked pass her, seeing as she didn't follow them.

"Aren't I supposed to wait for Kun?"

Chenle shrugged, "Just go with us." and without another word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her with them, despite her trying to pry his hand off, he just clicked his tongue, "Stop refusing or I'll shoot you."

"Like you could."

Chenle pulled out the gun from his holster, holding it up against her temples, but the girl remained calm. "Shoot me." she uttered out bravely.

Chenle's finger itched closer to pull the trigger when Kun's voice hollered throughout the hallway, "Chenle, put that gun away from Keiko!"

Scoffing, Chenle retracted his gun and removed his grip on her. Jisung sighed, shaking his head, "Sorry for that, Kei-noona!" he said and pulled Chenle away.

Kun hand his arms akimbo, gesturing Keiko to come towards him, "Let's go, Keiko."

"Are we all going to eat at the same table?" she questioned as they neared the dining hall. Kun nodded his head, answering with, "Yes, actually."

She groaned inwardly, a scowl on her face, "How unfortunate."

"We're here." Kun stated and pushed the doors open, revealing exact twenty boys seated on a long table. She looked around the room, not wanting to catch any strong gazes that were on her.

"Glad you can join us to eat, Keiko." Taeyong said with a ghostly smile on his face.

"Mhm, whatever." she mumbled and scanned the table. The only available seat was either in between Yangyang and Renjun, or Jaehyun and Yuta. Kun patted her head and went to go sit down with Jaehyun and Yuta, leaving her to take the only seat left.

The dinner mainly consisted of some of the boys glaring at Keiko while she just flipped then off in annoyance. After the dinner, everyone was assigned to get ready to prepare for the game night.

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NEO ZONE
PRIVATE BAR
2:23 PM, SUNDAY

3RD PERSONS VIEW。

"Why am I wearing a dress again?" Keiko grumbled as she stood behind the bar counter, looking around for something to use. Taeyong smiled at her, "Of course! It's formal gamble, we should all look our best."

Keiko rolled her eyes and grabbed a few bottles, "Formal gamble." she sputtered.

Taeyong pursed his lips before speaking up, "Keiko– can you promise me something?"

"What?" she grumbled, glancing up at him.

"You're so stubborn aren't you?"

"No shit." she muttered making Taeyong chuckle and stand up from the bar stool.

"Will you promise me?"

"Depends," she shrugs, "we're not technically friends."

"We can be more than that, if you want." Taeyong joked, stepping close to her. She irked, shoving Taeyong a bit as she poured the liquor in her glass.

"No."

Taeyong chuckled and grabbed both of her wrists, pulling her close almost immediately making her stumble and hard to pry him off. She tried to pull away but all the male did was tighten his grip around her wrist.

He looked down at her with nothing but a strong gaze, Keiko felt shivers went down her spine the longer she stared into his dark orbs. She didn't want what was wrong with them, but surely something else was underneath those tough actions.

"I may be the Boss around here, but if it'll make you stay, then I'll let you be the boss of me."

Keiko felt as if time froze for her, the shock went like a wave crashing her whole body. She looked away, scowling, "I don't want to."

Taeyong stifled a laugh, letting go of her left wrist, his fingers on her jaw as he lowered his head, their faces only inches away. Keiko gritted her teeth, reaching up to smack his forehead away, "Fuck off, Taeyong,"

"Keiko, my promise."

Keiko sighed, "I've got no time for promises."

"I just want you to promise me..." he looks away, "to... stay with me."

The girl raised a brow in disbelief, gaping at boy before bursting into a fit of laughter, punching him lightly, "I have no time for games either."

"I'm serious," Taeyong huffed, sneering at her.

"Taeyong, seriously, what do you want from me?"

His eyes went darker than before, "I told you Keiko. Everything."

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