𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 • 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

XLVIII

"doll?"

jisoo heard a shuffle and some hushed footsteps, to which he turned around to. he found seungcheol and jeonghan there, watching him from afar. it seems like they've just arrived.

jisoo did his best to muster a smile. "yes, hannie, cheol?"

what was the point of smiling, anyway.

"little human, can we three talk?" seungcheol asked, which jisoo nodded to. the two lovers of his then walked over to the spot where jisoo sat—the grass on junhui's garden.

"we gotta move, right?" jisoo asked, while the two asylusians sat on either side of him. "let's go back in and plan for our next move."

"no, my little human, let's talk." seungcheol grabbed jisoo's arm, and then rested his head on jisoo's shoulder. jeonghan mirrored seungcheol's actions. "we understand what you feel, and what you want to do. but jisoo, getting angry is not good for us right now. it will only get your mind clouded. we need to think as clearly and cleverly as possible given our situation."

jeonghan hummed. "i think the same as seungcheol, doll. we'll give hoshi, and chan a proper funeral, of course, but that's not the next step we have to do. kaehee just destroyed your hometown. a big part of your country. if this continues, she might obliterate more places and rule over your world. i suppose she's getting started on her plan, already."

yeah. they were correct, jisoo admits.

jisoo was being quite an asshole to junhui and minghao earlier. he was the asshole earlier, not junhui. jisoo was being too reckless and rash. selfish, even. chan would have wanted jisoo to do what junhui was doing, anyway. that kid was always protective of everyone around him (even if it's not obvious)—but he always fails to protect himself.

"i get it." jisoo nods, blinking away tears. "after this, we'll give them a proper funeral. i'm sorry for acting like a kid earlier."

"no, no, little human," seungcheol says. "you were not acting like a kid. it is only natural for one to act like that after a death of a loved one."

jeonghan fishes something small out of his pocket, before stealing jisoo's hand to put it on the writer's palm. jisoo stares at the small, triangular purple object.

"i see chan using that whenever he plays his instrument," jeonghan smiled, planting a kiss on jisoo's cheek. "that was what i was only able to get before we left."

jisoo stared at the pick, getting teary all over again. chan seldomly used a pick, but he used this one sometimes anyway because minghao gifted it to him. his cousin is a total simp.

"that tone-deaf kid and his band," jisoo chuckled, pocketing the pick. "let's go back in. junhui and i have to do some making up. and also..." he trails off, when seungcheol stood up and offered a hand to him. jisoo takes it, standing up with the help of seungcheol. he does the same to jeonghan.

"also?"

"i think i've got a plan."

thankfully, minghao and junhui were willing to talk—and decided to arrange things with jisoo about the death of their loved ones. jisoo felt good to have that heavy thing lifted off his chest, and that he would be able to at least get a thing out of his mind.

after jisoo and junhui decided to make up, the writer looked for a whiteboard and a marker. junhui was happy to create them for him, of course.

"alright!" jisoo exclaimed, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his forearms. jeonghan almost dropped his cup of tea. "p..l.. a.. there we go. alright! so, this is my plan!"

jisoo had written 'plan' on the whiteboard, while his six listeners were just lost. what now? well, stop staring at his forearms and maybe you could concentrate!

"i do not exactly know how your abilities work, but i know that junhui can create worlds, dimensions. right?" jisoo points his uncapped marker at junhui, who nodded. "what if you just.. create a new one?"

"oh—to what? to live in?" seungcheol asked, intrigued.

"raise your hand before you say something," jisoo squinted at seungcheol, which was very fruity. he caps his marker, continuing, "and no, not to live in. for asylusians to temporarily stay."

jeonghan raised his hand, gulping. jisoo nods, pointing at him. "may i know why?"

jisoo uncaps the marker again, using his goddamn mouth. he turns around and writes on the whiteboard. "we are going to fight kaehee... in asylus."

jisoo smiled, watching his audience's reactions. it was painfully obvious that their attention was divided. he continued anyway. "if we lead the asylusians somewhere more safe, kaehee won't be able to hurt them. earth is not an option—we're trying to get kaehee away from earth, too, so no. only option is junhui."

minghao raised a hand, playing with a butter knife. jisoo nods at him. "how are we going to bait kaehee here?"

jisoo smiled, scribbling something unreadable on the whiteboard. "surely, kaehee will go back in asylus every once in a while. this is a world which she rules. she would not abandon it. but if not, any one of us can be baits and lure her in asylus."

"i can do that," mingyu said, whilst raising a hand. "that's literally my job description."

"thanks, flirty pig raiser. now, any questions?" jisoo capped the marker. he glances at his lovers and winks at them, which caught the both of them off-guard.

"yeah, let's go with it. i'm here anyway. i grant us all good luck." wonwoo shrugged. thank god. that was literally the only solution jisoo could come up with—which is junhui.

if they don't like this idea, well then prepare your tissues because all of them are surely going to die. jisoo's trying to keep everyone alive here! (shame, chan and hoshi died, haha—)

"if i'm going to create a new planet, i'm gonna need jeonghan for its ecosystem. it can't be habitable if—actually—okay, i need everyone to help me make that planet habitable." junhui states, holding up a finger. "but we can't do it here. we have to go to the highest point in asylus, the huiwen mountain."

"...you named the mountain after yourself."

"i named the won river after you though, wonwoo!"

"why don't i get anything named after me?"

"because it was seokmin who created your core and i didn't know you yet!"

"alright, shut up," seungcheol stood up, looking at everyone in the room. at this rate, they're just gonna banter and not get anything done. "we'll go to huiwen mountain's summit, and build the planet. no more pointless fights. got it?"

"i agree! we do not have ample time to be lazing around—so let's get going!" jeonghan beamed, raising his fork. "come on, people!"

jisoo sighed, crossing his arms. he was kind of proud of his plan—jisoo guesses that anywhere else other than his junk shop of a home gives him a fresh mind and it produces good ideas, eh?