There were days when her brother was a little bit odd.

Granted, everyone had those days, when it seemed like their brain was taking a break for the day and they were just running on autopilot.

But today, Ijin was being especially weird.

And it was way too early for this.

He looked at her over the top of her blanket. The blanket that he pulled off her bed, wrapped himself up in, before flopping over onto her bed," Grandpa said to wake up." The state of his hair only told her that he had just woken up not too long ago. And for some reason, the knowledge that her brother woke up in such a mood, made it a little bit more annoying.

She stared at him for a few seconds.

And then promptly smacked him with her pillow.

His startled noise just encouraged her to hit him again.

She smacked him with her pillow, quickly getting caught up in his antics as he rolled off the bed to try to get to his feet.

Only for him to step on the very blanket he stole and slip.

Now it wasn't the fact that Ijin fell that made her laugh.

It was the fact that he fell the quietest fall she had ever seen. He just quietly slipped out of existence as he fell so close to the bed, that she couldn't see him from her position. One second he was there. And the next, he was nowhere to be seen.

That made her laugh.

That was how grandfather found them.

Dayeon was turning red with how hard she was laughing on her bed.

And Ijin was turning red from embarrassment as he laughed with her, trying to untangle himself from the blanket prison he had accidentally created.

He tried his best to not grumble as he struggled with the packaging. The madam had asked him to buy a new pair of scissors for her office. And in its usual packaging that required another pair of scissors to open, he was having a hard time opening it.

He could feel Ijin's eyes lingering on him as he continued to struggle with the packing.

There was the sound of velcro, and then a," Here."

Kyong looked up. While he wasn't sure what he was expecting Ijin to give him.

He definitely was not expecting what looked like a seven-inch combat knife to be offered to him.

He flicked his eyes between the combat knife and the seemingly indifferent face of his young teammate. Indifferent as if it was normal to carry such a large knife on his person.

First of all: why.

And second of all: where did Ijin even get the knife.

As far as he knew, it was rather difficult to buy such a knife due to the exceedingly strict knife laws.

So how?!

He must have stared for too long. Ijin must have taken it as disapproval as he retracted the knife, slipping it into a holster up his sleeve (how long has he been carrying it?!) Before reaching behind him.

Kyong did not feel any better when Ijin pulled a smaller, but a second knife from behind him.

Great. Now he knows that Ijin is carrying two knives.

Swallowing his sigh, he took the knife.

"Don't tell anyone you're carrying these."

"Yes Sir."

"Hey," Ijin indulged in letting himself let out an annoyed sigh as the major tugged on a strand of his hair," You need to get a hair cut."

He swatted away the man's hand.

He hated people touching his head for the most part. He could tolerate it when the others would ruffle his hair, or give him a noogie.

But there was no way in hell he was going to let some stranger get close to his head with a pair of scissors. The possibility of being killed was far more than he liked.

"I'll text Sung-Ho about it." Because Sung-Ho was the only person he trusted to cut his hair.

Primarily because he had heard horror stories from the others where the major tried to 'hook them up' by giving them a haircut himself. Only for him to cut their hair so bad, that they were forced to go to a barber to get it fixed. ( if he remembers correctly, Dae-Hyun was forced to ask for a zero all around his head after getting a 'hook up' from the major.)

"Why do-"

" No."

Sometimes, it was a little bit too easy to forget that Ijin was a teenager. It was even easier to forget that Ijin was a human like the rest of them after some of the events that he took part in. Such as the sparring match with the other security team, as well as the kidnapping of both Yeong and Ms. Jiyeh.

But it was the little things that reminded them that Ijin was human.

He could hear the sounds of sparring behind him. The sound of men grunting, the sound of impacts, and the overall sound of the men practicing their skills.

There was a sharp yelp, hisses of sympathy and then he turned around.

Immediately, he understood why everyone else was making sounds of sympathy.

There must have been some sweat on the training mat, and Ijin must have stepped and slipped on it because at the moment. Seokju was pulling him out of a split that Ijin was clearly not flexible enough to perform.

Ouch.

Ijin was kneeling on the mat, his head bowed as he clearly tried to move past the pain of having his delicates endure such an action. Seokju was right next to him, giving him half-hearted 'there there' pats on his shoulder that made Ijin swat away his hand.

"Ijin," Ijin's turned to look at him out of the corner of his eye," go ahead and take a break for a few minutes."

Just the shaky thumbs up told him everything he needed to know.