Runaways Seventeen fanfic (Jihan, Soonhoon, Minhui, Meanie, Verkwan, Chancheol)

Piece of paper

"So where should this investigation begin?" Chan questions, looking at Hansol uncertain. He didn't know where to start, and was hoping that Hansol had a better idea. 

"First things first, I think we should figure out what's up with him mentally..." Hansol starts off with saying, looking into his lap while he was sitting on the edge of Chan's bed. "This would be easier if we knew what was wrong with him, but I don't know if Seungcheol has any history of mental illness..." Hansol says to himself, looking deep into thought. 

Chan then pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand as he exclaims "why don't we go to the psychiatrist?"

"Psychiatrist?" Hansol repeats in question, looking at Chan suspiciously.

"Yea- well... I've only been there once, but maybe if I ask her about certain symptoms not really saying why we're asking, she can better determine what Seungcheol is suffering from, and we could help him from there. He was trying to make me go to a psychiatrist, but it seems like he's the one who needs it right now." Chan says, looking at Hansol seriously. 

Hansol hesitated to say anything before letting out a breath of air. "That's probably the best idea we've got yet...so where is this place?" Hansol asks in a smile, looking at Chan.

Meanwhile with Seungkwan, he had left the house to clear his mind. He needed time and space to himself, with Hansol practically hanging out with Chan for almost every second while he was home, Seungkwan was starting to feel like he was being replaced, being put second to Chan. "I knew it was a bad idea to leave those two alone together all this time, now Hansol is closer to Chan then he is to me..." Seungkwan says to himself in sadness, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. 

"Seungkwan?" A voice could be heard calling out to him, and as Seungkwan lifted his head to see who was summoning him, he saw it was someone who use to live in the same foster home as him. 

"Oh...hey..." Seungkwan replies, putting on a fake smile. 

"It's been forever, what're you doing in this neighbourhood?" The boy questions, he stopped walking when he got close enough to Seungkwan to speak to him and had a smile plastered on his face, happy to see an old face. 

"Ah...well..." Seungkwan looked around him, he didn't realize he had walked so far from home, and had not excuse as to why he would be in the area. "I was just...going on a stroll I guess" Seungkwan coughs. 

"Have you heard about..." the boy starts off with saying, not wanting to say her name but took Seungkwan understanding his silence to expect he knew who he was talking about. Seungkwan nodded his head meaning yes, not saying a word himself either. An awkward silence spilt between the two boys as the other now broke the silence. "Are you going to the funeral?" 

"Funeral?" Seungkwan repeats, confused as to why there would even be one. 

"Yea...a couple of the foster kids at the house were planning one for her...did you want to come? I'm sure if the others knew how to contact you, they would invite you, but it's been so hard to contact you since your parents took you from the home..." The boys says, glancing up at Seungkwan with a small frown creeping onto his face. 

Seungkwan looked off to aside, not wanting to look the boy in his eyes. A shudder of fright ran up his spine, but tried not to show it on his face. "I don't think...the others would want me to come...most of the people in the house never really liked me anyway..." Seungkwan admits, hiding his slight fear with a soft chuckle. 

"I know but...you know no one would start anything there...it's her funeral..." the boy says, sounding in some way, desperate for Seungkwan to come. "She really looked up to you, you know..." he adds in, kicking the snow in front of him a little.