I got inspiration from listening to Fire by BTS and—I kid you not—I watched the mv the the day it was released (which was back in May) and started typing this a few days after. As you can see my laziness knows no bounds as it is already October. It's been five months, guys. FIVE MONTHS.

Summary: Our beloved HOMRA boys get introduce to one of BTS's videos/songs.

Disclaimer: AU-esque. K does not belong to me. Neither does BTS or MAMAMOO, nor their songs/albums/anything related.

Chapter One

Dewa made sure to lock his apartment door before heading out. Last time he didn't, he came home to a mess in the living room and a drunk Chitose stumbling around, looking for him in one of the kitchen cabinets. The young man shook his head at the memory, fixing the position of his signature bowler hat before shoving his hands into his coat pocket. There's nothing to worry about this time. It's noon and, really, who the hell drinks at this hour? The sound of feet hitting the cobblestone played rhythmically and soon disappeared as he entered the music store.

"Irasshaimase." Dewa nodded at the greeting, heading down an aisle.

He stood in front of a shelf reaching for MAMAMOO's Piano Man until another hand intercepted. Well shit.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" The owner of the hand exclaimed, retracting it.

Dewa mentally sighed. He just wanted one thing. Turning to face them, "No, it's alright."

Glasses met glasses and he froze as the look of recognition crossed his face. So this is what you look like without the ponytail.

"Enomoto Tatsuya, right?"

"Huh?" The third member of the megane brigade in Scepter 4 looked him up and down. "Dewa...Masaomi?"

It's not like they really knew one another despite chitchatting during the whole JUNGLE fiasco. There was nothing more between Enomoto and him. The former was out of uniform, wearing a blue flannel on top of a white undershirt with dark pants. He held the albums in his arms tighter, offering a little smile as an awkward silence fell over them. Before he could speak, the latter beat him to it. "Do you like MAMAMOO as well?"

Enomoto nodded, eyes lighting up when the other's face softened, and sheepishly replied, "Y-Yes. You see, I-I'm a bit of a K-pop fan."

He had been one for a while, being the only one among Scepter 4's alphabet boys until he managed to get Akiyama, Domyouji, and Goto into a few groups. Today was his day off and he thought he would spend it buying a few albums. So here he was roaming the place, not expecting to run into a member of HOMRA who seemed to have a similar taste. "Are you also a fan?"

Dewa rubbed the back of his neck. "Depends on who it is."

He watched as his companion pulled out two albums from the shelf and handed one over.

"Thank you." Enomoto shifted the ones he held and Dewa caught a glimpse of the one on top of the stack.

"Boudan Shounendan?"

"Bangtan Sonyeondan?"

"BTS."

They broke into laughter at their little exchange.

"So...So you...like them TOO~?" Enomoto didn't mean for the last part to come out high pitched. He was a fan, yes, but not that big. He tried to brush off the embarrassment until Dewa placed a hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath. "Not gonna lie, I think they're really cool."

Enomoto chuckled and his eyes gleamed at the other. "Have you heard their new songs?"

"Unfortunately, I haven't gotten around to it."

"You need to listen to Fire."

"Fire?"

"Reminds me of you lot in HOMRA."

Whether it was the song recommendation, or the way Enomoto practically looked like he was shaking with glee, or both, Dewa found himself grinning. "Interesting."

"Let's pay for these so we can go to my car and blast that shit!" Enomoto was pointing in the direction of the exit. What just came out of his mouth made him go from animated to frozen in mere seconds. I must be a bigger fan than I thought. Maybe he had too much Suga in his system. Even Dewa was taken aback, never expecting that from the likes of him, yet he simply shook his head while snickering and began pulling the Blue clansman to the cashier.

"Alright, to the car."

Shizume-chou was safe for another day. Kusanagi sighed contently behind the bar counter, letting the peacefulness sink in. Awashima had come by earlier to take Anna for a girls' day out which consisted of her co-worker, Yoshino Yayoi, and White Rice Party's Neko. The bartender chuckled at the Silver Clan's name and continued cleaning the glass in his hand whilst scanning the room: Chitose, Bandou, and Shouhei were talking on the couch as Kamamoto and Yata were heading to the kitchen to make snacks while Fujishima and Eric were sitting on the stools in front of him watching animal videos on the laptop. Yeah, it was a nice day.

Kusanagi shifted his gaze to the door when the bell indicated someone was entering.

"Thanks for the ride Eno!" Dewa yelled back with a wave before closing it and approached the counter. He greeted the two sitting there with a nod then faced the bartender. "Good day, Kusanagi-san."

"Good day to you too, Dewa." The older man smiled, making note of his eager expression. Before he could bring it up, Chitose wrapped an arm around his longtime friend, ready to tease. "So Masa-chan, what were you doing all afternoon? And who is Eno?"

"You know, Enomoto. We just ran into each other at the music store and got caught up. That's all." Chitose stared blankly at him looking as though he had been replaced. "What?"

"From the Blue Clan, right?" Kusanagi remembered seeing him a few times with a certain blue haired boy. "Who's sometimes with Fushimi?"

Yata's voice erupted from the kitchen. "What about Saru?!"

Eric looked at the kitchen door like it offended him wondering how the hell he heard that, but then he recalled, "Chihuahuas have good hearing..."

When no retort came, Fujishima nonchalantly said. "I'm surprise he didn't hear that."

Bandou laughed before getting back to the topic. "Isn't he that glasses guy who usually has his hair in a ponytail?"

Gasp. "That was a guy?!" Shouhei eyes sparkled in realization. "All this time I thought he was a girl!"

His couch buddy smacked himself on the forehead. The playboy struggled to stifle a laugh but to no avail, and the rest followed.

Amongst the laughing bunch, Dewa looked at Shouhei in disbelief. "H—Ah, nevermind. That's not important. Can I use that laptop, Fujishima? I need to show you guys something."

The others got a hold of themselves and gathered around as he squeezed between the blonde and ginger. Yata returned from the kitchen with a giant platter of various sandwiches along with Kamamoto holding a tray of chopped fruits.

Kusanagi squinted at them behind his purple shades. "When you guys said you were gonna make snacks, I didn't think you'd use most—if not, all—the ingredients we had."

"Maa~ Kusanagi-san," Kamamoto set the tray down next to Yata's platter, grinning as he stood with both fists to his sides. "We made these for everyone though."

"I get it, I get it. Now get your butts over here. Poor Dewa has been dying to show us something."

Said young man briefly choked on his own breath, wishing he had left that part out. The search results popped up, he clicked the video, and it began.

"Y...O-U-T-H. Youth."

"What is happening?"

"Did he just set the guy on fire?!"

'Bultaoreune'

"My ass is lit!"

A week later, HOMRA closed in on a gang of drug dealers stirring up trouble. Having raided their first hideout at a warehouse on the outskirts of town with no success, they were now running around the second which had to be a freakin' building with gazillion stairs. Yata was gonna lose his shit once he found the fuckers that made him do this. He ran and ran with the others behind him until he reached a huge door and busted it open. "You fuckin' assholes!"

The members of the gang had been waiting for them with guns in hands. One of the leaders chuckled. "Way to lead your friends to their deaths, kid."

"Do you guys even know who we are?"

"Pfft! Of course, and we heard about the little brat that's your new king or whatever. You guys must be weak."

Yata was about to lunge forward but a little hand grabbed the hem of his shirt. "Misaki..."

He locked eyes with their little king, looked back at his friends, then back at the dealers. Another of them smirked. "Any last words before we end you?"

"...reune..."

"Huh? What was that?"

"Bultaoreune."

"The h—"

"FAIAAAAA~!"

The boys yelled and set everything ablaze. Anna blinked confusingly at the amused person beside her. "Izumo, what did Misaki just say?"