𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐲. 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

thirty-nine.

ʚ♡ɞ

the two talked on the phone for a moment longer, dr huang eventually connecting the boys' line to the call, having them silenced for five minutes.

"jinghua, it's obvious you're not gonna tell me anything, how about them?"

"who is them?" jinghua asked, having gained some confidence as the call went on, thinking she could psych whoever it was talking to her out.

"jinghua..? jen?"

though she was considered a solo stan, she could still recognize any miniscule feature of any of the seven members from a mile away — especially their voices.

"heeseung?"

"we know you have jieun, jinghua. let us know where she's at and no one has to be reported to the police."

"...no." she hesitated, however her word was final. "i won't listen to anyone."

"not even me?" a smooth voice asked, one jinghua was delusionally, crazily in love with. yang jungwon himself.

he'd gotten up from his bed, slowly trudging towards where the boys sat as soon as he'd woken up from yet another nap.

"jungwon!"

her demeanor switched — the boys and dr huang jumping in surprise at her happy-seeming voice. maybe this should've been their tactic all along.

"hi, jinghua,"

it killed him to be nice to the girl that'd undoubtedly kidnapped the love of his life, the girl who's been causing the unbearable pain he's had to deal with the past few days. any level-headed person would've been rude to her from the getgo, angrily demanding to know where exactly their person was the moment they got in contact with the abductor.

but jungwon was in a pain-induced haze. his brain wasn't fully functioning, he could barely keep his eyes opened for an hour at a time. it killed the boys to see their young leader in this state of poor health — yet he was still pushing through to live. pushing through to see his love.

yet nothing worked for jinghua. no matter how many propositions jungwon made, she said no. all because of her brother behind the phone.

tears formed in jungwon's eyes, the boy frustrated with his life. why me? he asked anyone or anything that could hear his innermost thoughts — what did i do to deserve this?

he felt no hope, if he was being honest. he didn't know why he was getting so sick, though. the stinging pains in his chest grew stronger with every tear that fell, opting to fall asleep on jay's shoulder once heeseung took the phone from his hands.

i miss you, ji. please come to me soon. i'm hurting without you.

ʚ♡ɞ
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