Whirlpool- A Stray Kids x Reader (OT8) Fanfic

Chapter twenty

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Word count: 1805
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The silence was deadly, yet chilling. The white door slowly opened in front of Han as she entered the girl's room, scanning the pleasing view in front of him. But he wasn't there to look around and compliment the girl's design ideas.
He was searching for something, in the hope of finding some clues about the girl. He detected her lies long ago, his leading emotions always knowing when she didn't tell the truth. Han had this ability for a few years now, and this was the first time he actually used it, catching everybody by surprise.
He stepped on the soft, cream coloured carpet, and shuffled over to her desk. He dug through all of the drawers, packing out every single piece of paper, opening every envelope then carefully closing it back, making it look like he was never there in the first place.
He put the last wooden box back on it's place, only finding some old invoices, recipes or random pieces of paper. He groaned in annoyance, which Minho would have gound hot if he would have been there, but he didn't really care. He wanted to feel useful, for once not just as an idol, a rapper, a dancer or a singer.
A small piece of paper layed on the floor, a message written on it with a delicate hand writing, made by an ink based pen. He glanced at it, before taking it in his hands, not even unfolding it just putting it straight back to where it supposedly came from. But his movements stopped, as the note unfolded, as if it would have liked to be read by the one and only Han Jisung.
"Password to the Entertainment Building security camera systems. You know the other... " - his eyes widened. The writing wasn't hers, someone must have given it to (y/n). He stared at it, his mind going blank, not knowing what to do, where to go. He layed down on her bed, the mattress swallowing him in, pulling him deeper. He glanced up at the ceiling, his pleading eyes fixed on the lamp above him, a tear slowly rolling down his soft, white cheecks.
His emotions embraced his body, losing control over his mind, just reading the paper again and again, always getting to the same conclusion: "Liar."
He felt betrayed. Such a pretty and kind girl, how could she be so secretive, so unpredictable, yet so fake?
He sobbed a little, still trying to process the situation, before sitting up on her bed, sniffing in her iconic, sweet, lavender scent. He looked at the paper one more time and sighed, knowing all too well that he can't solve this alone.
He though about Minho seeing him like this, he would have definitely kicked (y/n) out of the dorms. He hated to see Jisung in pain, it drove him mad.
He whiped off the tears, while looking into the mirror, examining his own puffy, redish cheeks, it made him look more like a squirrel. He folded the paper, putting it into his sweatpant's pocket, sighing before getting out of the room, pulling a hood into his face, covering his pink eyes. He went to the toilet in Chan's and Changbin's room. For him, it was the safest place to hide, to be seperated from the others. He didn't want to let the boys know more about (y/n) . She clearly had a reason to hide all this. He sat down on the toilet seat, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He read the note once more, not knowing what to do. He wished he would have gone with the others now, regretting what he just did. This wasn't the Han Jisung everybody knew, this was a completely new person, even he, himself was trying to get used to. His gaze wandered to his black socks, still thinking, his hand going through his brown locks, combing them into his eyes. But after all, she was just a Liar in his eyes, he lost all of his feelings he had for the girl, he was just mad. This was the second state of this rollercoaster made out of pure emotions, flowing through his mind, his now sweaty hands still clutching the piece of paper. The more he read the delicate handwriting, the more it pained him.
A question came to his mind: " Does J. Y. P. know about all this? " - he muttered, knowing all too well, that he simply can't ask the CEO, especially about such a personal matter.
At this point, he would have been in Minho's arms, crying, telling everybody about everything he saw, but this wasn't him, he knew it. This time, he was thinking logically, despite being so low emotionally. The three dots in the end of the sentence annoyed him.
"This " other" the paper talks about can be the place where she needs to type in the password to get into the vamera system. " - he pondered, the ink slowly smudging under his sweaty hands. He was thinking lodicakly, trying to find another conclusion, to tell his little heart, that she is innocent, and did nothing wrong. He went through different scenarios, all fake, trying to convince himself, that someone gave the paper to the wrong person or she just randonly had it with her from a different occasion. None of these seemed real to him, and he was aware of that. J. Y. P. 's words echoed in his head : "Please be careful around her, she might be a bit, how do I put this... you will see.".
"Yes we saw, well I saw. " - he remarked chukling a bit dryly at this sweet memorie. And then it hit him. His huge, brown eyes shining in the bright light of the bathroom, he stood up from the inpact of the sudden realisatuon. It didn't take him too long to come to this conclusion, just about five minutes.
"Hacker." - he said, remembering all too well, that (y/n) has never ever been in the Entertainment Building without her laptop being right by her side. And at that one time, she just ignoted their glares then shut down the device.
"But why would a hacker even work, especially in the K-pop industry? " - thid eas his next question. He started behaving like (y/n) when she talked ro herself loudly. He didn't care, it didn't pain him now, he was excited. He stepped into the third and the last stage of this crisis. The part, where he realised that this world is more than K-pop, ghsn tfaining, than singing. A lot more. And (y/n) was the example in front of him. A painful example in his eyes. He whiped off the last little dropplet off of his cheeks, before stepping closer to the sink and washing his face with the cold water flowing from the tap.
He stared into the mirror, seeing his new self. A Jisung who isn't just and idol anymore, he is something else. A lot more than anybody would have throught he could be.
He put the note in his pocket, drying his face with a towel he found, going back to his room. The others were in the kitchen, some eating of watching something. He could hear Changbin doing the dishes, which made him smile a little. It wasn't a genuine smile, it was more of a smirk. Like the ones Minho does whenever they shower together.
He sat down on his bed, taking out a little notebook and opening it at a blank page, soon writing up all the information he knew so far about the girl, filling two A4 pages with her story. He wasn't omniscient about her whole life story, making the text look more like a piece of cloth with holes on it, leaving out the important parts, which would have sewed up the gaps.
He thought about the others who followed him, being fully concious about the fact, that she wasn't telling the exact truth when excusing herself to this "meeting". He worked like a human lie detector, being avare that no one would believe in his capabilities. After all, he is just an idol, a cute, little Squirrel who needs to be babied, just like I. N. is.
When he first met (y/n) he thought that at least she would believe him. She was open to new things, sweet and caring in his eyes, she was someone he wanted to trust, but she failed. She failed him.
He heared the door open, sending shivers down his spine. He didn't want to tell the others yet, it was their secret. He was afraid, that (y/n) would have been harmed if anybody would have known what was happening behind the curtains.
Hyunjin stepped into the room, wearing his pajamas. He looked at Han, who was sitting on his bed, on his phone. This was an unusual sight for Hyunjin, he knew Jisung as a hyperactive, bubbly person, who always needed to be there where the others were, not here, alone in the dorm room. He wanted to ask him what happened, but he just left the theme hanging. He got a pillow from his bed, then exited the room, carefully closing the door behind him.
Han sighed, laying down on his bed, letting his wild thoughts roam his mind. Letting Minho's scent soak into his clothes, before suddenly reaching to his phone, and sitting up again. He texted Lee know about ten minutes ago, and he didn't even recieve the message. Han knew that he was never a chat maniac who was always on his phone and waited for people to message him, but this just seemed too off the track for him. He trebled a bit, trying to shake off the thought of Lee know getting harmed. He pursed his lips, trying to not cry again, which he succeeded in. He let out a deep sigh, and closed his eyes. He tried to connect with Lee know in his mind. This wasn't some sort of connectipn that enabled them to speak ro eachother in their mind, but a connection which made each of them feel safe. But he couldn't reach for Lee Know. He was afraid. He went to take a shower some minutes later, and came back to the dorm room. He was tired, but couldn't fall asleep. It pained him to think about what has happened with the others, out there, following that Liar.

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Since yesterday was my birthday, I'm gonna drop a double update (chapter 20 and 21) for y'all!
Btw I changee schools and I don't know of I will have enough time to write, but I will update the story as frequently as possible!

Have a nice day/night everybody!