Friend {SoonHoon}

seventeen

As the car disappeared from sight, Jihoon began to pace between the two cars he and Soonyoung were hiding behind just moments earlier.  He wasn't entirely sure why, but he felt that Soonyoung following Kyungha was a bad idea. Jihoon was sure that he needed to stop him, but he wasn't sure how or if he even could. Soonyoung was a ghost and he was a human. They existed on two different planes. Jihoon tended to forget that fact as he was the bridge between the worlds, but he also felt that he had to try. His manic pacing drew the attention of onlookers who quickened their pace to distance themselves from him, most likely thinking he was insane. It was an option Jihoon had considered plenty of times, especially now that he was catching himself muttering a plan.

"Car...I need a car...car...need a car...where can I get a car?"

He scanned the parking garage and for one brief second he considered hijacking one of the many parked cars, but eye contact with a security camera cancelled that plan. He sighed feeling defeated and tired. That was when he came up with the perfect plan. Calmly, he walked back to the bus stop and headed to his destination. On the way, his mind drifted to Soonyoung. He knew that the other was already dead and he couldn't technically be hurt, but Jihoon still found himself worrying about him. What he was doing was dangerous and there was no way any of it would end well for all involved. Not to mention the demon that was still roaming around. A demon that didn't care about different planes or bridges. A demon that could easily hurt a spirit and a human. He left the bus with more adrenaline than he started with. He was going to need all the energy he could get for this. He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door. He knew what he was doing was a long shot, but it was still worth a try. The door opened moments later and Jihoon was greeted by Wonwoo's sleepy but warm smile.

"Jihoon? What are you doing here?"

"I need to borrow your car." Jihoon blurted out, not wanting to waste any more time.

Wonwoo didn't answer right away. Instead, he scanned Jihoon's appearance and his expression to see if it was some kind of joke. When he realized it wasn't, he finally spoke.

"Is it something illegal?"

"No."

"Are you in any kind of trouble or harm?"

"No."

"Can you at least give me an idea as to why?"

Jihoon searched for words that would be believable enough, but he discovered there was no good way to say 'I'm chasing a ghost' without sounding insane.

"I can't," Jihoon admitted.

Wonwoo went quiet again and then closed the door. Jihoon deflated and was sure that was it, but then the door opened again and Wonwoo held his keys out.

"It's the black one parked at the very end of the parking lot. Just have it back by morning." He ordered as he gave him the keys.

Jihoon smiled and with all of his adrenaline and excitement, he hugged him. The action surprised both of them and before either of them could say anything, Jihoon quickly pulled away and cleared his throat.

"Sorry, and thanks for letting me borrow your car."

Wonwoo nodded but his eyes were full of worry. "I don't know what's going on, but it seems urgent. Please be careful." He urged.

"I will," Jihoon promised.

As Jihoon sped the car down Wonwoo's street, he went over his plan once more. Instead of looking directly for Soonyoung, he was thinking of searching for Seokmin. He was the only person left who knew Soonyoung and could have an idea as to where he was. He had to admit to himself that it was a long shot, but he was getting desperate and was willing to try anything to keep Soonyoung safe. Unfortunately, that meant he had to search over twenty funeral halls in the nearby area just to find Seokmin. Jihoon hated funeral halls. Ever since his 'gift' had come to him in full force, he tried to avoid any place that was crawling with death. Places such as hospitals, graveyards, and funeral halls. The energy was dark and suffocating. Jihoon was a bridge between two planes. His emotions were connected and heightened by both planes and funeral halls were by far the worst. Grief was often mixed with confusion, pain, and regret. He couldn't stand it and even now, his head was throbbing with dread at the mere thought of entering multiple ones, but he had to, for Soonyoung.