Daye was humming softly to herself, peeking out of her apartment to stare at her neighbors door, waiting for a particular pretty boy to exit.

He had hardly stepped out the door when Daye grabbed his arm. "Oi, Baekhyunnie, I made way too much breakfast, care to help me out?"

Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun's other arm, sending Daye a smile, though she could see the contempt behind his pearly whites. "We'd love to, but we wouldn't want to get food poisoning."

Daye returned the fake smile, "well, better avoid your cooking then."

Chanyeol sputtered out a few huffs, but he couldn't find a reasonable retort.

Baekhyun interrupted the duo before they could claw each others eyes out. "I was planning on stopping by anyways. How's your friend doing? Yixing, right?"

Daye chuckled, pulling Baekhyun into her apartment.

"I'm not sure yet, he's dead asleep." She turned to smile at Baekhyun, and noticed Chanyeol closing her door behind him.

A frown, "I didn't invite you."

"But you didn't not invite me."

"I am now, you little -"

"Okay! Why don't you try to wake  Yixing up, and I can start fixing plates?"

Daye scowled, but agreed. "Make sure Sasquatch over there doesn't touch anything, okay."

Baekhyun chuckled, "call if you need help."

Daye waved him off before disappearing down the hall.

Chanyeol pretended not to notice, staring at her place with a haughty look.

It was cluttered and tacky, just like her. But why did he find it rather comfortable?

Various pictures of far away places were hung around the kitchen walls. The largest wall seemed to have a black and white theme, and was dedicated to dance.

He wanted to complain about how she was a wannabe hipster, but something else caught his eye. On the wall next to her front door, there was a lonely newspaper article.

What was she doing with that? Probably an article about her - maybe it was from her school, crooning about how she got good marks. Maybe she was the type to perform at school events. What a loser.

Drawing closer, he quickly stopped bashing her.

"Seoul's Two Most Notorious Gangs Are No More," he read aloud, cocking his head to the side. His fingers traced the article, as if the ink could sink into his skin and help him comprehend better.

What was she doing with this taped to her wall? Did she know one of them?

Chanyeol sighed; he had moved to Seoul after the massacre, so he had never known what it was like to live with that kind of danger. His idea of gang violence was teachers giving him bad marks.

"I thought I told you not to touch anything."

Chanyeol jumped, turning around to see Daye hanging onto Yixing; no, it was the other way around.

When she noticed what he was looking at, her face shifted into something that he had never seen before. She looked terrified.

"Baekhyun told me you guys lived in Bucheon. You can't imagine what it was like to live in the same place as those.... They weren't human, not anymore. They were monsters, you don't even know...." Daye was struggling, and while Chanyeol should have been sympathetic, like Baekhyun, instead, an idea was forming in his head.

"Did people fear them?"

Daye shuddered, "you'd be insane not to. Some of my friends... My friends were killed by them."

Well, he wouldn't have to go that far. Probably.

"Were they respected?"

Daye looked up with watery eyes, and her lips pressed together tightly.

"What are you on about? You respect those cowards? They were disgusting, violent things, and you're asking about respect? Nobody could respect that. I think you should leave."

"I'm sorry, he must be in shock, trying to imagine what it was like for you," Baekhyun was quick to defend Chanyeol.

Chanyeol stayed quiet, plots and plans forming in his mind.

"They had power, but no empathy. It was a scary time," Yixing said, sharing a look with Daye as they recalled many nights that they had spent huddled under the covers, listening to the radio, praying that they wouldn't recognize any of the day's victims.

It was a horrific memory for them, but to Chanyeol, it was a hopeful future.