Seonghwa glances at the old lady on the backseat through the rear-view mirror. She is fiddling with her fingers and a pained expression is on her face, as if something is bothering her. He was given the address to her house almost hesitantly, as if she still hasn't fully put her trust in the two young men in the car with her. Even when San tries to make small talk with her, she only gives one-worded replies. So the two upfront are only left looking at each other with questioning looks, whether she's shaken by what happened, or she's wary of the them.

She looks defensive, hugging her torn bag of groceries and wrapping her fingers around her cane like she is ready to strike anyone that comes close to her. She looks different than the old lady that had beaten Seonghwa with her cane; right now she looks fragile, swimming in her own thoughts as they pass by the row of residential streets and shophouses.

He alternates from looking at the road and the lady behind him, but soon enough he's only focusing on the road. He figures that the she might need time to recover from what had happened, even though she had said on her own that she would let the thief go. It's hard to guess what's on her mind, so he lets her be.

A memory comes to him, reminding him of his mother, who is now in a better place. They may not be the same age, but maybe it's the tenacity of the old lady trying to fight over the chicken was what reminded him of his mother. His mother was like that, and he guesses that's where he got the affinity for always trying hard to snag up the best deals and prices. His mother had thought him how to navigate life, teaching him the best tricks of life even when she was struggling herself. No father figure; only him, his older brother and his mother. He tries to channel everything he does in memory of his mother, and that was why they called him the 'mother' of the group.

Trying to make his mother proud, even when she's no longer around.

He gives a signal to make a right turn, entering a road with rows of dilapidated houses, situated in a residential area that is nicknamed 'The Dumpster' by the haves living around them. A residential area for the have-nots, it seems that even the local council has given up on the area. Trash collection is way behind schedule, grasses are left to grow wildly, vandalized walls are displayed proudly. He stops in front of the address, looking back once to get confirmation from the old lady.

She only looks down to the floor sheepishly, her clumsy hands trying to open the door. She manages to get it open after a few tries, but her groceries spill onto the ground outside, the ice crystals on the packed chicken already melting and the peaches in the plastic squashed. She silently bends down, shakily collecting her groceries.

Seonghwa opens his door, rushes over to help her while muttering about how he can replace the peaches for her.

She merely shakes her head weakly, saying it's not necessary.

San observes her house from inside the car. There are letters stuck inside the mailbox, too crammed as they are not collected. Different flyers and advertisements are stuck on the metal gate with chipped paint. The supposed white pillars of the entrance look like a different colour entirely, having been decorated with splashed paint and fungi. The plate number of the house beside the mailbox is gone, probably stolen to be sold off as metal scraps for some money. Even the metal drain cover is not in sight, proving hazardous for someone could walk into one as it's located just beside the small gate. The roof has multiple holes in it, damaged further by the uncertain weather. The house looks uninhabitable, and it pains him knowing that the old lady is living here.

"Are you really fine, Mrs...?" Seonghwa trails off as he tries to save as much peaches as he can, even when most are already damaged. Only then he realizes that she only bought two items; the raw chicken and peaches. He hands them to her, and she accepts it, although she seems ashamed of it.

"It's Mrs. Ryu," she offers. "And... thank you for helping me back there. If both of you weren't there it'd probably be worse. I'm also sorry for hitting you back at the supermarket and for saying all those mean things. I just..." she gestures towards her groceries sadly, "Naeun and Dohwan really loved to eat chicken so I'm always trying to cook for them."

He slightly frowns at her use of past tense, considering how she said 'loved' instead of 'love'. He doesn't question it, but she must have seen the look on his face because she gives an explanation.

"When we used to live together I would cook chicken for them everyday and they loved it. But since they got married and started their own family they don't visit me anymore." She gives a sad smile, "I know what you're thinking, young man. I'm just a delusional old lady that keeps on cooking chicken dishes everyday because I thought that would make them come back home. I ended up throwing everything in the trash by the end of the day, but still I have this little hope that they would turn up one day in front of here, and I would already have something cooked for them. I guess I'm just a mother that knows no shame, because why would children want to visit their mother who lives in a dumpster-"

Seonghwa grabs her hands, shaking his head. There are tears in his eyes as he says, "Please don't ever say that. A mother's love is unconditional and you're not delusional for thinking that way. It's your children who should feel ashamed for not visiting their mother, who has sacrificed a lot for them." He pulls her into a hug, unconsciously sobbing as he greatly misses his own mother, thinking of how some children would be so cruel to live theirs behind.

As they pull away from each other, she gives a soft smile. "My, aren't you a lovely young man? You remind me of my son that I feel so bad for hitting you at the supermarket." She chuckles, "I guess I was the one who lied about having children and grandchildren, when all I do is live alone." She takes all the chickens that she bought before handing them over to him. "Since you have 8 other mouths to feed, you'll be needing these."

"Mrs. Ryu, I can't," he politely declines. "You bought this with all your money and I can't simply take it. At least let me pay you-"

"Don't be silly young man, just take it. Accept it as payment for saving me from the thief; without both of you I would have lost a lot more. I will only let the chickens go to waste. Take it."

She shoves the paper bag towards Seonghwa, demonstrating the same force as she had back at the supermarket. Then she returns back to her frail self, already making her way to the gate with the aid of her cane. Her left hand is holding the remaining grocery she has; a single plastic of peaches, majority of it squashed. She waves her hands with the peaches like she's trying to swat away a fly.

"Just go, young man. You can't keep the others waiting. Thank you again for today, and to your lovely friend too. I'm curious on what he did to the thief, but I figured that I wouldn't want to know." With the creak of the metal gate opening and the slam of it closing, they lose sight of the old lady.

Seonghwa stands awkwardly with six more packs of raw chicken, giving a sincere smile to the house, as if the owner would be able to see it. He puts the paper bag carefully into the boot of the car, then driving away from the residential area, with something deep in his gut telling him that it won't be the last time for him to come here.

San notices how he's quiet throughout their journey back to the cafe, and he gives a little squeeze to his shoulder, a gesture to tell him that he is there to listen whenever he wants. They continue on quietly, not even a sound from the radio, but it's only when they come to the cafe is where the real chaos begins.

There are no customers at the cafe, they note, as he parks the car near the entrance. They unload the groceries, but Seonghwa almost drops them to the floor as he sees the situation inside the cafe.

"MY GLORIOUS STEAK WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?"

Mingi is screaming his head off, running around the cafe doing multiple laps, while Jongho is behind him, holding one house slipper, seemingly threatening to hit Mingi on the head with it. Wooyoung is egging him on while shouting 'KILL IT' and pumping his fists into the air, and Yeosang is sitting calmly behind the counter, wetting his forefinger on his tongue as he flips to another page of the book he's reading. Suitably, he's reading the book titled 'The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck'. Yunho and Hongjoong are nowhere to be seen.

"Seonghwa, San, you're back!" Wooyoung mentions excitedly. He points randomly towards a direction, because he can't point towards Mingi who's still running around aimlessly. "There is a bug on Mingi's shirt and Jongho wanted to kill it, but he couldn't because Mingi wouldn't stay still. They've been going on like this for at least 10 minutes I think." He glances at the wall clock. "Nope, make that 20. Mingi has all that stamina even when he's sitting behind the computer hacking stuff."

"GET IT OFF ME, KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!" Mingi's shouts resonate through the whole cafe.

"How am I supposed to kill it when you're running around? Stop moving!" the youngest scolds him.

"How am I supposed to stay still when that thing is crawling all over me?"

"That bug has been on the same spot on your shirt for the last 20 minutes, Mingi. You're the one who couldn't stop moving. Stop trying to accuse it of something it didn't do, it's innocent," Yeosang drawls, turning to another page, already halfway through the book.

"It's not innocent the moment it landed on me!" he retaliates. "Out of all the people in this cafe why does it have to be me?"

"Because you're attractive?" San offers.

"Oh, nice one, San!" Wooyoung gives him a thumbs up.

"Not flattered!"

"But you should be-"

There is a loud whack followed by Mingi's pitiful whimpers, him already sprawled on the floor of the cafe, the bug lay dead beside him. It was only a small cricket, its exoskeleton now squashed due to the extreme force by the packet of frozen sausages. They turn quiet as they turn to look at the bug killer; it wasn't Jongho, it was Seonghwa. His hand is already gripping for another pack, not knowing who or where it's going to hit next.

"Showing off now, are we?" Wooyoung smirks. "I have good aim too. I'm a sniper just like you," he winks at Seonghwa.

"We risked our lives trying to get discounted products yet this is what we go home to? ALL OF YOU, GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO WORK AT ONCE BEFORE I THROW THIS PACK AT YOU." He hurls the pack of sausages towards Wooyoung, but gaining his quick reflexes, the younger avoids it.

The pack of sausages soar across the expanse of the cafe, but as Wooyoung ducks, the pack finds another target. The new victim receives a pack of frozen sausages smack in the middle of his face, before he tumbles backwards and unceremoniously slips down the stairs. Everything happens in slow motion as he bumps his head against the railing and he rolls down; Yeosang subconsciously puts out a foot to stop him from rolling as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. The victim seems to sit still for a moment and they crane their necks forward, wanting to know whether he's still alive.

With him still lying on the floor and face down, he lifts up one arm and shows five fingers; he starts putting them down one by one... he's counting down.

The rest widen their eyes at this as they scamper to their own workstations. Yeosang throws away the book he's been reading, Wooyoung and Jongho disappear into the store at the back while Mingi and San pretend to be busy with arranging the cups of coffee beans at the bar.

"Who was it?" Hongjoong asks, his voice soft as he picks up the pack of sausages, shaking it.

The rest clear their throat while the original perpetrator feigns innocence, claiming how the groceries are too heavy and he will need to quickly put them in the freezer upstairs. Seonghwa dashes upstairs, trying to avoid the wrath of their team captain; Kim Hongjoong.

"PARK SEONGHWA GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"