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* double trouble ,
by this time, jibeomâs usually wandering around back and forth to burn off the excess energy he has that he couldnât expend during vocal or dance practice. heâs gotten into a good routine at trc but every now and again, something always manages to throw him off. in this case, itâs someone.
with his back turned, jibeom doesnât even notice the body creeping closely. he nearly shrieks when a hand places itself down onto his shoulder and he turns in time to see chanyeol sporting one of those toy guns that jibeom vaguely recalls playing with during his younger years.Â
âhyung, you scared me!â for emphasis, he places a hand on his beating heat before willing his heart rate to slow down. before he even has the chance to ask the older trainer what heâs up to, jibeomâs being handed a nerf gun as well. looking the toy gun over and seeing that it was already loaded with the soft foam pellets, he wonders just how prepared chanyeol was for whatever this was. he wonders if any of the other trainees joined in and indulged in this.Â
âyou shouldnât give your spare weapons to just anyone, hyungâŠâ he aims at nerf gun right at chanyeolâs chest as he turns completely stoic. the façade is quickly broken as jibeom starts giggling with his ears turning a flushed pink from embarrassment. âahh, i could never shoot you, hyung! thatâd be so mean. but how was my acting? i could easily be a double agent, huh?â
the grin that appears on his face is immediate following jibeomâs reaction. he hadn't intended to give the poor guy such a scare, but he also isn't denying that he had known it would be a likely side effect of his attempts at being quiet and sneaky. it's for the sake of concealing himself from his enemies, he swears! he snickers to himself, but that sense of self-pride at such a small victory quickly fades when the weapon he had so graciously offered to jibeom is turned back on him (never mind the fact that by simply offering him the weapon and jjbeom accepting it, chanyeol has brought him into the silent battle within the trc grounds).Â
he raises his hands up. betrayal and shock written on his features, though he lets out a sigh of relief soon after. jibeom seemingly unable to keep up his act for long--at least, he hopes it's a an act and not some ploy at the long game where he waits until they're the only two left to shoot him at the end. not that there are any winners in this game, but it's a thought. ânow you're the one who scared me!' he retorts with a laugh. âyou could be a male lead in a drama, for sure!"
with a grin, he reaches out to pat the other's head, belatedly realizing that he might find it weird, but it's too late to stop now so he just continues on with it. "there are a bunch of others within the building with weapons, too. so you have to be careful," he says, filling him in on the arbitrary 'rules' of the game, so arbitrary, in fact, that no one really knows them and itâs basically a free for all. âanyone could pop out at any second--"Â
in the middle of his explanation, one of the people he'd handed a spare nerf gun to pops out from around the corner and aims, but with chanyeolâs athleticism, he's able to get a shot in first, hitting him in the shoulder. 'like that guy!" he says, continuing to shoot at the other trainee, who also rains down bullets on both he and jibeom. it's time to turn up the dramatics. he steps in front of the younger trainee, spreading his free arm out for full coverage from the assault. "get behind me!"










