What Haruki Wanted To Say

"So, the number five on the wall was actually the number of people to be eliminated?" Akira asked as he munched on the popcorn like a hungry caveman. 

"I didn't expect it at all," Sehun said, amazed at the scale of the production.

"SBC is truly a menace," Akira clicked his tongue while shaking his head. 

Xion turned to him with an amused smile before nudging his shoulder. "You know that the cameras and microphones are on, right? The staff must be listening to our conversation." 

"Of course," Akira deviously smiled. "All the more reason why they should hear me complaining. I almost drowned and burned to death. They should know that they placed their precious artists in grave danger!"

"Stop complaining. We almost suffocated because of your feet but you don't hear us saying anything," Ren chimed, his cheeks also filled with popcorn. 

"Bro, will you stop saying that?" Akira exclaimed in frustration. "I told you—my feet don't smell any—"